He smirked as he came around the corner, feeling the movement around him. He heard teh saber ignite as he plasma casters went off, bolts of searing plasma flying toward him. The one with the saber was further in the back, seemingly directing traffic. The plamsa bolts hit everywhere as he ducked back aroudn a corner, a bolt flying past his head, close enough to catch his hair on fire. he didn't have tiem to pat it out, lighting his ciggarette off of the residual plasma still burning a hole in the wall.
He drew his Dissauders, old Kelvarlek weapons, ones that used acidic cored rounds in place of a solid charge, burning through their targets efficiently and quickly. He was standing on the left portion of a T intersection, and he heard the droids closing. He dove across the hallway, finding the cover on the other side, pistols blazing as he dove. He heard lots of hissing as the acid burned through the droids, and he was satisfied when he heard three of the mechanical monstrosities hit the floor.
he rolled, seeing the plasma streaks on the wall behind him, coming to a crouch as he prepared another tactic. Fate was not with him this time. Three more of the droids come around the corner, plasma weapons barking fire at him. His shield was lit up immediately, and he could hear the coil overcharging. He emptied his pistols into the first droid, taking some cover underneath it. The indicator was flashing red, and he pulled the emitter from his coat, tossing it around the corner.
He heard lots of shrapnel ricochet off the walls as he rose, plasma weapon in hand, firing into the two remaining droids. Plasma finished them off, but not before he caught the business end of a plasma arrow across the shoulder, white hot plasma burning its way down his arm, scorching his hand pretty good.
He didn't have time to think about the pain, but the gun fell from his hand, as he pulled a vibroblade from one of the droids, sliding the plasma weapons into his coat.....he knew what was around the corner, and the prospect was not good...
He was injured, his right arm cooking slowly, his hair had gone out, but he was losing some blood from some shrapnel that had hit him in the chest. He came around the corner, sword at the ready. The saber wielder at the other end of the hall smirked, advancing on him.
"Surrender." It called to him, its voice enchanting, almost enticing. He looked at the thing, blinking once. His eyes came level with the saber wielder and then the sound of combat filled the hall. it took the thing less than a minute to manage to turn his vibroblade into a piece of junk, leaving him unarmed, trying to face down a saber wielder.
He looked at the thing, smirking, rising to his full height, holding his damaged arm close to his body. The saber wielder came in quick, expecting a final flourish to be enough. it wasn't too much of a false assumption, he was battered and beaten, and his arsenal was around the corner, even the personal shield he had been using was shrapnel imbedded in the wall.
at the last second, he threw his right arm, the one that had been hit by the plasma, into the path of the oncoming saber, it hitting his sleeved arm, cutting into it, then the saber deactivated. The pain in his face was evident, but the shock in the face of the saber wielder was priceless.
"oh, by the way, your ass is mine...."
He launched a kick at the hand holding the saber, knocking it out of the hand of the stunned saber wielder. two kicks later, the saber was on the other side of the hallway, behind his bag of guns. in a stand up brawl, he was pretty sure he could hold his own. The disarmed saber wielder thought he was outmatched, and ran, trying to get to a position to get some help.
as teh man fled, he ran back to his bag of guns, looking for the proper tool, seeing the saber laying on the ground. He ignited the weapon, ancient and precious by the standards of the jedi. He held the handle easily with his left hand, tossing it into the air and catching it, blade pointed towards the fleeing man. He threw the saber.....his aim was true, the saber going through him, through his heart, impaled to the hilt. The men fell at the same time....one dead, the other quite seriously injured.
he pulled himself to his bag....setting up to defend this hallway. the fires were out, but he knew there were more in the area, and it was going to be a while before he was strong enough to move.
