Thread: The Seductions of the Dark Side

Arik pulled the partially charged cell from the pistol, dropping it in a pocket and replacing it with a full one. After the shooting, the pistol was a hair over three quarters full, but if more of them were waiting at the dock, the extra six shots could make a big difference. He reholstered his pistol and stepped out into the waning light of the outside, pausing to look back at Vera. He had some definite misgivings about her, she was obviously more than she let on, and was in some sort of trouble if she came to this particular establishment looking for a lift and some muscle. Still, despite his misgivings, almost despite himself, he would allow it. And her touch sealed it. There was something in it, something more than just a simple touch, something he could only comprehend on a subconscious level, but something that made him want to keep her around for a bit longer. They you're in luck, because off of this rock is the only place I'm going. he said, almost reluctantly pulling away from her touch to head down the street. Three thousand credits gets you anywhere in the Corp Sector. Outside the sector is more. Half before you set foot on my ship, half when you disembark at destination, plus incidentals. And I only only take credits in hand. No transfers, IOUs, bartering, local currency or anything else. he explained as he led her down the streets back alleys. It was about a ten minutes walk at Arik's brisk pace to the ship's berthing, although Arik stopped her near the entrance to the bay, motioning for her to stay put. A quick glance around the corner confirmed his worries a half-dozen shooters from the gang those leader thought he owed them money were gaggling around some in a corner and some trying to crack the gangplank to his ship. He should've felt a twinge of fear or atleast anxiety, but instead all he felt was contempt. He slipped around the corner and shouted at them to gain their attention. It wasn't normally something he would attract attention give up the element of surprise, but he wanted them to see his face before they died. His pistol came out and he put his first shot into a fuel cart, instantly taking out half their number in a furry blast. He stepped out from cover and put his next shot straight into the side of another's head. The next caught two in the chest, the over-powered bolts impacting right on top of each other and burrowing a hole straight through him. The last one got shot in the knee, severing the limb with a puff of vaporizing flesh muscle. Normally he would've let that go generally the higher the body count the more negative attention from all parties concerned. But for some reason today he felt different. Their boss had tried to screw with him. They had tied to screw with him. With him . They had no idea who he was, and despite all the chances he had given them to simply let it go, they were simply too ignorant. Maybe this time they would figure it out. He took his time as he strode up to the man who was rolling on the ground clutching his stump before finally putting two shots into his skull. He took a second to survey the scene then called for Vera. He pressed his hand to the access plate and the ramp descended allowing access, finally, to his ship. With the press of a button on the handrail of the ramp, he started the engines and ship's systems, a decent ten seconds of time saved as he ascended the ramp into his baby.