Post by Kael Varner on Feb 9, 2015 13:49:25 GMT -7
Immediate Location: Corporate Building
2186.3.12
Petra Nebula > Elysium > Illyria
Take shore leave they said. You will enjoy the time away from the crew they said. Varner silently cursed his luck. More like the crew needed time away from him and his strict views and beliefs. Then again… perhaps they were being genuine. It was hard to know for sure when his heart was racing and he stared as Snowden as she lay upon the floor. Blood slowly trickled from her nose as Davis shouted at Varner. “Right,” he muttered as he lifted the rifle and aimed it towards the door.
The contents of the room lay in a chaotic mess as scorch marks lined the walls where stray weapons fire had it during the brief fire fight that had broken out when Kael and his squad quickly reacted as a group of unknown soldiers had attempted to take the room. Several lay dead though they were civilian casualties much to Varner’s dismay. “How is she,” he quickly called out though Davis only shook his head in response. Snowden’s hair was in a disheveled mess which was very uncharacteristic for her. She had always gone through great lengths to ensure her appearance was exemplary.
He took quick note of her shallow breathing so he knew she still lived at least but no matter how much Davis tried to rouse her she would simply not wake up. During the initial struggle the operatives had tossed a concussion grenade into the room and she had managed to shield Varner from the brunt of the blast though his ears still held that telltale ring. He spat upon the ground again. Without his armor he felt virtually naked and he only had a rifle because he had managed to disarm a particularly surprised looking attacker that had expected him to be under the full effects of the grenade. Davis was crouched behind an overturned table with his pistol drawn though his attention barely left his unconscious friend.
Snowden was the same age as them but during their training she had taken on a sort of motherly role as she constantly got after them to stay out of trouble. With Varner’s own family dead she had filled a hole in his life that he had not truly appreciated until that very moment. “Fuck,” he said one more as he felt the need to discharge the rifle into the door. However, that would not help the situation and he quickly realized he needed to regain some semblance of emotional control.
He had tried using his omnitool to send a distress call to the SSV Ravenwing but the operatives had managed to somehow render any outgoing transmissions ineffective to say the least. The only thing that stood between that group and what they wanted was a rifle and a pistol. Varner’s own personal weapon was still holstered at the small of his back easily concealed beneath the brown jacket he had chosen to wear that day. A simple pair of black cargo pants and black boots was the remainder of his wardrobe. Beneath his jacket a close fitted black tank top did little to conceal the cut across his torso that had resulted in the struggle over the rifle.
The operative had produced a blade with such speed it hinted that the intensive training the man must have undergone. It was thanks to Varner’s own strict nature that had prevented anything other than a flesh wound as he fell back and fired a quick burst which only struck the bulkhead as the man retreated out of the room with the other three. The encounter had ended as swiftly as it had started of course. The civilians had started to move now that the effects of the grenade had started to ware off though he did not look at them too much as he returned his focus towards the door.
He vaguely recalled that when they stepped off the elevator this had been the thirtieth floor so exiting via a window would be…let’s just say he couldn’t fly.
2186.3.12
Petra Nebula > Elysium > Illyria
Take shore leave they said. You will enjoy the time away from the crew they said. Varner silently cursed his luck. More like the crew needed time away from him and his strict views and beliefs. Then again… perhaps they were being genuine. It was hard to know for sure when his heart was racing and he stared as Snowden as she lay upon the floor. Blood slowly trickled from her nose as Davis shouted at Varner. “Right,” he muttered as he lifted the rifle and aimed it towards the door.
The contents of the room lay in a chaotic mess as scorch marks lined the walls where stray weapons fire had it during the brief fire fight that had broken out when Kael and his squad quickly reacted as a group of unknown soldiers had attempted to take the room. Several lay dead though they were civilian casualties much to Varner’s dismay. “How is she,” he quickly called out though Davis only shook his head in response. Snowden’s hair was in a disheveled mess which was very uncharacteristic for her. She had always gone through great lengths to ensure her appearance was exemplary.
He took quick note of her shallow breathing so he knew she still lived at least but no matter how much Davis tried to rouse her she would simply not wake up. During the initial struggle the operatives had tossed a concussion grenade into the room and she had managed to shield Varner from the brunt of the blast though his ears still held that telltale ring. He spat upon the ground again. Without his armor he felt virtually naked and he only had a rifle because he had managed to disarm a particularly surprised looking attacker that had expected him to be under the full effects of the grenade. Davis was crouched behind an overturned table with his pistol drawn though his attention barely left his unconscious friend.
Snowden was the same age as them but during their training she had taken on a sort of motherly role as she constantly got after them to stay out of trouble. With Varner’s own family dead she had filled a hole in his life that he had not truly appreciated until that very moment. “Fuck,” he said one more as he felt the need to discharge the rifle into the door. However, that would not help the situation and he quickly realized he needed to regain some semblance of emotional control.
He had tried using his omnitool to send a distress call to the SSV Ravenwing but the operatives had managed to somehow render any outgoing transmissions ineffective to say the least. The only thing that stood between that group and what they wanted was a rifle and a pistol. Varner’s own personal weapon was still holstered at the small of his back easily concealed beneath the brown jacket he had chosen to wear that day. A simple pair of black cargo pants and black boots was the remainder of his wardrobe. Beneath his jacket a close fitted black tank top did little to conceal the cut across his torso that had resulted in the struggle over the rifle.
The operative had produced a blade with such speed it hinted that the intensive training the man must have undergone. It was thanks to Varner’s own strict nature that had prevented anything other than a flesh wound as he fell back and fired a quick burst which only struck the bulkhead as the man retreated out of the room with the other three. The encounter had ended as swiftly as it had started of course. The civilians had started to move now that the effects of the grenade had started to ware off though he did not look at them too much as he returned his focus towards the door.
He vaguely recalled that when they stepped off the elevator this had been the thirtieth floor so exiting via a window would be…let’s just say he couldn’t fly.
