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Hunter Ch. 3; Grudge Match.
Posted By: LordsFire<EarthMartianSpaceBob@hotmail.com>
Date: 30 December 2004, 3:12 PM
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Authors note: If you've been waiting for the hard core action, wait no longer. This starts about five minutes after the last section ends, when Evans has been sent to scout a clear way to the airlocks on the science level.
Evans:
Hm. Three Grunts and a jackal, . I would probably have ignored them, but they were desecrating the corpses of a pair of marines. I didn't like that.
There was only one problem, being that they were about 20 meters down an open corridor from me, with no intervening cover. Racking my brain for options, My eyes set upon the active camo module on the belt of my armor. Pressing the activate button, I watched as my arm faded gradually from view, ending up with an effect much like looking through a curving glass window.
I stalked down the corridor, sword drawn. Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself, and entered the combat balance. Sword arm tensed, blade horizontal in front of me, the rest of my muscles were loose, and I glided in towards the first jackal.
Idu Ashanee:
Curse this station. My first time commanding a squad, and I get stuck on one of these cramped human space stations, hunting Marines. The level was all but cleared, and For'anee's squad should be clearing up the one squad of marines that had been sighted. So now I was simply riding herd on my squad as the grunts and jackals trashed the human labs. I joined the SpecOps for this? We had found two marines, and they had been shot from behind before they realized they were under attack. I yearned for a challenge.
I looked at the jackals standing outside the lab my grunts were trashing. At least they would be happier now they had had the opportunity to mutilate something. The Demon had been sighted on the station, and all I got to try my teeth on was some egg-addled marines! Pfagh! I looked at the Jackals again, their orange shields glowing brightly in the darkened corridor.
With no more warning then a flicker of movement, and the sound of flesh tearing, one of the Jackals heads dropped off.
I smiled, my mandibles curling downwards.
With no more warning, the second Jackals head also was removed.
"Fire on the door," I bellowed to my grunts. Being veterans, and having what little discipline was possible amongst the puny creatures, they immediately complied. Guessing by the angles required to fire around the jackals shields, I guessed there would be two squads of marines, coming from opposite ends of the corridor. Thank the gods that this lab had no interior window.
A bolt of plasma suddenly struck something in the doorway, and for a moment a human form faded partially into view, clad in grey armor with a metal blade in its left hand. I raised my carbine to fire on it, but it faded from view again. What was a human doing with active camoflouge?
I sprayed the area it had been in with fire, but my shots just dinged off of the wall and tables. A grunt gurgled, and I turned to it in time to see it fall to the deck, blood leaking from its throat.
"Fire"! I yelled, following my own order, and plasma, needles, and Carbine slugs peppered the area around the grunt, a few speeding its death.
Another grunt collapsed, then a second, and a third. The last two of my grunts hosed the entire area around their fallen comrades with plasma, and a trio of shots found the human, fading him back into view for a moment, but he ducked behind a table before I could hit him.
"To me", I yelled at the grunts, and they hobbled to me as quickly as they could. I turned everywhich way, scanning the lab for signs of movement. Nothing. Something clanked to the floor behind me, and the grunts screamed, firing wildly towards the noise. I turned just in time to see the second grunt fall, and the humans Active Camo fail. I raised my carbine to fire, and he tucked into a roll towards me. I tracked him as he rose, sword forward, and got one shot off before his sword skewered my carbine. My one shot knocked its helmet off, and it off balance
Cursed creature.
I took advantage of the moment my one shot had gained me, and drew my energy sword. He was a worthy adversary, and his death would bring me great honor. I growled happily, giving the creature a feral grin. It grinned back, and dropped to a combat poise, sword held in a level crossgaurd. What did it think it was, an Arbiter? I would slice this overconfident human to ribbons and feast on his flesh! I lashed out, a powerful overarm blow to slice him from shoulder to hip. It's sword flicked up, and deflected my blade.
Deflected? His blade was mere metal! How did it stop my plasma blade? I stared at the creatures blade, and saw that it was edged with crystal! That had to be the reason. taking advantage of my distraction, the human slashed across my chest. My shields absorbed the blow of course, but their energy level decreased more than should have been possible from a humans blow. I thrust at his chest, but he parried downwards quickly, and my sword cut into the deck.
The foul creature laid another pair of blows across my chest before I could bring my own blade up to block the third. My own smile had dissappeared, but the humans had merely grown.
I roared, and pulled a powerful blow accross towards its midsection, but it fell into a backwards roll, and popped up just out of striking distance, sword held in an angled gaurd over its chest. It smiled again, and whirled back in, forcing me into a high block against his high overarm slash.
"So do you have a name"? it asked as it carried the blow through to a low slash, which I also blocked. Jabbing at his chest, I replied.
"I am Idu Ashanee." It smiled again, as it sidestepped my jab, and nicked my shields again. I growled angrily, and tried to take off his head with a sidearm blow. He deflected it, and turned the parry into a short but strong hack at my arm, which brought my shields down to a quarter strength.
Roaring, I grabbed my sword with my second hand, and tried to split him down the middle with a thundering overarm blow. I hit nothing but air and deckplate, driving my blade deep into the steel. Kneeling for leverage, I pulled it back out.
In that instant of opportunity, Evans slashed my chest, carried the blow around to slash my back, then my chest again. My shields failed, and Evans grinned as he brought the butt of his sword down on the crown of my helmet. The stars I saw through the viewport suddenly leapt at me, and then the void of space enveloped me.
End chapter.
(In case you didn't notice I am far more fond of writing swordfights than gunfights. This has to do with practice, as I have mostly doing fantasy fiction lately. Hopefully I'll be able to enjoy gunfights more, and thus write them better, with more experience.)
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