09-09-2018, 09:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-10-2018, 12:59 AM by Nika Raskov.)
Nika chuckled to herself at the man’s reaction and closed her eye ports to take advantage of the Thermal Imaging. What you couldn’t see down here would gladly kill you. She had no idea who Vega was and frankly did not care but “I don’t know where he’s going,” sounded an awful lot like ‘I’ve never been down here before and I just ran us headlong into an ambush.’ Did this guy only have a light on his gun? How many magazines was he carrying? She wasn’t sure she wanted to ask.
There were noises ahead that sounded like trouble. A lot of trouble. The assassin stopped moving forward. It was stupid to run into whatever it was coming toward them when that same trouble would do the work for them in short order. Better to pick your point of engagement. She sent two micro drones ahead.
Nika holstered her sidearms and flipped her submachine gun around. She crouched down and braced herself into a comfortable firing position, using the wall to provide further support. The tunnel curved up ahead. The assassin wasn’t about to go shouting orders but she did offer a suggestion. “Might want to make yourself small.” Genius. She wasn’t going to insult him aloud before they were attacked though. Best to have his psyche intact so he could be as useful as possible. Even if he was just bait. Hopefully he would be better than just a distraction though. Her jaw indicated the opposite wall. Maybe there, Napoleon?
The drones were feeding back imagery of...something. She described it to her...partner... as best she could without knowing what the fuck they were. A pack of somethings running at them on all-fours. Rats? Dogs? Grotesque to put it mildly and drooling nasty black goo from their fanged maws. Hope that's not acid... Crazed, mange infected ratdogs. They looked hungry and rather reminded her of Rougarou. Then naturally a Rougarou appeared on screen but it looked...sick. Maybe she'd start calling herself 'Lucky.' Hey! my name's Lucky, what's yours? What was going on? The cameras showed the pack nearing the curve. “Incoming.”
“See? This is why you don’t have pets,” she said and ratcheted the slide back.
The first of the things rounded the corner and she fired unrepentant. The round tore through flesh and skull to blow the thing’s brains and black goo all over the far wall. It looked rather like a coconut blackberry parfait. Yum. Headless Nick’s front legs tucked backward and momentum saw the carcass slide forward into the tunnel wall. Another beast, fire...repeat. Breath controlled, practiced movements precise so as not to throw off her aim. Suppressed for both sound and flash, the weapon sounded as if someone were whispering rolling Rs.
There were noises ahead that sounded like trouble. A lot of trouble. The assassin stopped moving forward. It was stupid to run into whatever it was coming toward them when that same trouble would do the work for them in short order. Better to pick your point of engagement. She sent two micro drones ahead.
Nika holstered her sidearms and flipped her submachine gun around. She crouched down and braced herself into a comfortable firing position, using the wall to provide further support. The tunnel curved up ahead. The assassin wasn’t about to go shouting orders but she did offer a suggestion. “Might want to make yourself small.” Genius. She wasn’t going to insult him aloud before they were attacked though. Best to have his psyche intact so he could be as useful as possible. Even if he was just bait. Hopefully he would be better than just a distraction though. Her jaw indicated the opposite wall. Maybe there, Napoleon?
The drones were feeding back imagery of...something. She described it to her...partner... as best she could without knowing what the fuck they were. A pack of somethings running at them on all-fours. Rats? Dogs? Grotesque to put it mildly and drooling nasty black goo from their fanged maws. Hope that's not acid... Crazed, mange infected ratdogs. They looked hungry and rather reminded her of Rougarou. Then naturally a Rougarou appeared on screen but it looked...sick. Maybe she'd start calling herself 'Lucky.' Hey! my name's Lucky, what's yours? What was going on? The cameras showed the pack nearing the curve. “Incoming.”
“See? This is why you don’t have pets,” she said and ratcheted the slide back.
The first of the things rounded the corner and she fired unrepentant. The round tore through flesh and skull to blow the thing’s brains and black goo all over the far wall. It looked rather like a coconut blackberry parfait. Yum. Headless Nick’s front legs tucked backward and momentum saw the carcass slide forward into the tunnel wall. Another beast, fire...repeat. Breath controlled, practiced movements precise so as not to throw off her aim. Suppressed for both sound and flash, the weapon sounded as if someone were whispering rolling Rs.