- Joined
- Apr 5, 2013
- Location
- US
This was suppose to be a simple job, kill the man and bring back proof... So why was it so damn hard? Maybe his so called ‘allies’ thought this bounty wasn’t worth it, or did they just send him here to die? “Can’t run forever!” The hulking man called out in a mocking tone as Justin kept low, hiding behind a crate. His right hand held his blade, de-activated as he tried to keep a low profile, other hand holding a pistol as he took a short breath.
“Two down... Three to go.” The brute was Clyde Owenfell – a wanted merc and pirate who was wanted by the government of the planet dead or alive on counts of robbery, arson, assault, and even murder of starport officials. Of course no one but the stupid and reckless would go it alone, as he had a crew... One that seemingly abandoned him to this fate. Hearing footsteps, he could guess that this was one of Clydes subordinates, and waited. His thumb glided over the trigger of his sword, waiting for just the right moment as the footsteps continued. Just as he counted to three and he could see the incoming shadow of the man Justin acted in a flurry of motion. His blades edge lit up with the telltale heat of the molecular edge as as he lunged the blade effortlessly cut through the mans armor and his opponent – a wordless scream as he bisected the man. Justin was athletic, his toned and firm body making the movements easy, his lightweight combat armor not even getting in the way as his eyes narrowed at his opponent, the body falling to the floor.
“Alright Clyde – what do you say you show yourself and make this an even fight?” A bit cocky, but he knew that Clyde much preferred actions to words... though as he heard the sound of gunfire and saw the crates nearby him burst into shrapnel from the blast of a shotgun, Justin began to move, cursing his luck.
“Hah! You’re on – You’ll be the sixth little bounty hunter i’ll send to them in pieces!” he could see the large, armored figure moving in, and Justin was already on the move even as he felt like a mouse being chased by a cat as he ran through the abandoned storage facility.
“Two down... Three to go.” The brute was Clyde Owenfell – a wanted merc and pirate who was wanted by the government of the planet dead or alive on counts of robbery, arson, assault, and even murder of starport officials. Of course no one but the stupid and reckless would go it alone, as he had a crew... One that seemingly abandoned him to this fate. Hearing footsteps, he could guess that this was one of Clydes subordinates, and waited. His thumb glided over the trigger of his sword, waiting for just the right moment as the footsteps continued. Just as he counted to three and he could see the incoming shadow of the man Justin acted in a flurry of motion. His blades edge lit up with the telltale heat of the molecular edge as as he lunged the blade effortlessly cut through the mans armor and his opponent – a wordless scream as he bisected the man. Justin was athletic, his toned and firm body making the movements easy, his lightweight combat armor not even getting in the way as his eyes narrowed at his opponent, the body falling to the floor.
“Alright Clyde – what do you say you show yourself and make this an even fight?” A bit cocky, but he knew that Clyde much preferred actions to words... though as he heard the sound of gunfire and saw the crates nearby him burst into shrapnel from the blast of a shotgun, Justin began to move, cursing his luck.
“Hah! You’re on – You’ll be the sixth little bounty hunter i’ll send to them in pieces!” he could see the large, armored figure moving in, and Justin was already on the move even as he felt like a mouse being chased by a cat as he ran through the abandoned storage facility.