Re: [Chapter One] The Descent Into Chaos
Geruud scuttled away from the table, and climbed a stool at the bar. Once on top of chair, he leaped belly-down on the bar's table, crawling over it and getting behind it safely with Nada's help. Nada herself didn't seem to thrilled of what was unfolding, but she didn't have a firearm of her own to ward off any of these unfortunate fights.
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"Wannabe? Oh you'll regret that, Itislah." One of the bandits growled, fairly offended by Hanadi's comment. He almost sailed forward before being stopped by the leader of the group.
"Hold it, Akeem." said former-drunk with confidence, "We don't have to deal with some two-bit Hlrarian, who thinks she's a Sund Wakir." Apparently, he had no fear of Hanadi's reputation, or the Temple Guard, which likely was the signal that he may have still be slightly drunk. The Iroma looked over at the near passed out Nova with a grin, and lazily considered Na'Subir, who was sitting next to her at the table. "See? She'll be easy pickings." he said, looking back at his small group before whipping out a pistol and turning back towards Nova to take aim.
"What the..."
Though, when he turned his attention back, Na'Subir had not only moved his chair to the other side of table, but also in the bandit's line of fire. The older Temple Guard was looking straight at the man, his expression plain, unchanging, and entirely unsuitable for the situation. His chair was still angled to sit from his previous position, instead of his current one. People who had been looking on from their booths and chairs, were also surprised when they looked back at Hanadi's table, as no one had even heard the sounds of a chair scraping against the floor.
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Meanwhile, back at the Clinic...
"Argh! Shut him up!" yelped one of the intruding Sund Wakir in Sal Saari, who was trying to hold his ears to Oskar's screaming. At that, the other three raised their guns at the Abwehran, about to mow the man down...
...Until one of them noticed Harmony and Peace seemingly ready to pounce on them. "By the dreamers! They've got beasts, shoot them!" and with that, the other three trained their weapons on both the Lorath and her big cat companion, ready to send them on to the afterlife...
...Before catching eye of Sayoko diving behind her bed with a bag of somewhat unknown items. "No! Shoot her, she's got something in that bag of hers, I know it!" argued the third of the group, which caused the other three to aim at Sayoko, through her bed, about to pepper her tailpipe in a different way from what Asher was doing in his dreams...
...Then Shiki flashed the room clumsily, sending all four attackers reeling in disgust. Though, what really set them off was when the Yamataian had the gall, from their perspective, to attack them(while naked). "Shoot that indecent son of a bitch!" growled the fourth of the group who aimed his weapon along with the rest of them at Shiki. About to give the Yamataian more than just his shame to cover up...
"Ehh..." groaned Asher from the edge of the room. The commotion slowly starting to stir life back into the man in combination to whatever drug Iyad had put in him. He sat up for a moment, and looked around the room. "Hey... what tha' fuck iss' goin' on...?" asked the man blearily in trade, aching all over from their series of wounds he had attained. From just his face he did not seem too well. He had several small scars from where the sand and glass had blasted his face on the way down in the shuttle. Along that, were several bruises, and what looked like internal injuries. Though, most noticeable were the bandaged portions of his body that covered all of the bullet holes on him...
BANG!
"Fuck!"
...with the exception of the most recent one put in him by one of the more hasty bandits. Which sent Asher back onto his bed, seemingly put down again.
"Got him! Square in the chest!" victoriously cried the bandit that shot him. The other three seemed to take to congratulating what seemed to be the first kill of they day.
"Such a small target, too!"
"Wasn't that the one who took that old man's shotgun?"
"Who cares, we finally killed one!"
Unfortunately for Asher, this bullet put him on edge with what seemed like an all-day battle against death itself. Though, luckily for the survivors, the bandits had put their backs to the rest of them to observe their kill.
Geruud scuttled away from the table, and climbed a stool at the bar. Once on top of chair, he leaped belly-down on the bar's table, crawling over it and getting behind it safely with Nada's help. Nada herself didn't seem to thrilled of what was unfolding, but she didn't have a firearm of her own to ward off any of these unfortunate fights.
----
"Wannabe? Oh you'll regret that, Itislah." One of the bandits growled, fairly offended by Hanadi's comment. He almost sailed forward before being stopped by the leader of the group.
"Hold it, Akeem." said former-drunk with confidence, "We don't have to deal with some two-bit Hlrarian, who thinks she's a Sund Wakir." Apparently, he had no fear of Hanadi's reputation, or the Temple Guard, which likely was the signal that he may have still be slightly drunk. The Iroma looked over at the near passed out Nova with a grin, and lazily considered Na'Subir, who was sitting next to her at the table. "See? She'll be easy pickings." he said, looking back at his small group before whipping out a pistol and turning back towards Nova to take aim.
"What the..."
Though, when he turned his attention back, Na'Subir had not only moved his chair to the other side of table, but also in the bandit's line of fire. The older Temple Guard was looking straight at the man, his expression plain, unchanging, and entirely unsuitable for the situation. His chair was still angled to sit from his previous position, instead of his current one. People who had been looking on from their booths and chairs, were also surprised when they looked back at Hanadi's table, as no one had even heard the sounds of a chair scraping against the floor.
----
Meanwhile, back at the Clinic...
"Argh! Shut him up!" yelped one of the intruding Sund Wakir in Sal Saari, who was trying to hold his ears to Oskar's screaming. At that, the other three raised their guns at the Abwehran, about to mow the man down...
...Until one of them noticed Harmony and Peace seemingly ready to pounce on them. "By the dreamers! They've got beasts, shoot them!" and with that, the other three trained their weapons on both the Lorath and her big cat companion, ready to send them on to the afterlife...
...Before catching eye of Sayoko diving behind her bed with a bag of somewhat unknown items. "No! Shoot her, she's got something in that bag of hers, I know it!" argued the third of the group, which caused the other three to aim at Sayoko, through her bed, about to pepper her tailpipe in a different way from what Asher was doing in his dreams...
...Then Shiki flashed the room clumsily, sending all four attackers reeling in disgust. Though, what really set them off was when the Yamataian had the gall, from their perspective, to attack them(while naked). "Shoot that indecent son of a bitch!" growled the fourth of the group who aimed his weapon along with the rest of them at Shiki. About to give the Yamataian more than just his shame to cover up...
"Ehh..." groaned Asher from the edge of the room. The commotion slowly starting to stir life back into the man in combination to whatever drug Iyad had put in him. He sat up for a moment, and looked around the room. "Hey... what tha' fuck iss' goin' on...?" asked the man blearily in trade, aching all over from their series of wounds he had attained. From just his face he did not seem too well. He had several small scars from where the sand and glass had blasted his face on the way down in the shuttle. Along that, were several bruises, and what looked like internal injuries. Though, most noticeable were the bandaged portions of his body that covered all of the bullet holes on him...
BANG!
"Fuck!"
...with the exception of the most recent one put in him by one of the more hasty bandits. Which sent Asher back onto his bed, seemingly put down again.
"Got him! Square in the chest!" victoriously cried the bandit that shot him. The other three seemed to take to congratulating what seemed to be the first kill of they day.
"Such a small target, too!"
"Wasn't that the one who took that old man's shotgun?"
"Who cares, we finally killed one!"
Unfortunately for Asher, this bullet put him on edge with what seemed like an all-day battle against death itself. Though, luckily for the survivors, the bandits had put their backs to the rest of them to observe their kill.
