Re: [Mission 11] The Torchbearers
Starship Crashsite
The two were locked; eyes staring at one another. The girl wasn't about to move, even when she heard a grunting sound behind her and didn't notice the Yamataian boy had now woken up.
"You won't hurt him, he's not ... dead.." said the girl as she held her position and didn't move a muscle. The other slavers had formed up around them as best they could considering the debris that was in the way.
Above her, in the shuttle bay, the slaver armed with the AM27 watched closely through his scope, his finer hovering close to the trigger β just waiting for the slaves to try something.
"You know what happens to slaves who defy us," said the boss. The girl, even though she had sweat running down her face, still didn't move. Suddenly, a shot rang through the area as the girl felt something rip into her shoulder, she staggered backwards and tripped. The boy quickly sat up and caught her before she could hit the ground. The slaves backed away, some frightened, others unsure what to do.
The slaver tried to fire again, but his gun jammed, probably due to the cold. He scowled and then spoke up, "consider this your lucky day slave," before turning around and walking away. "Keep an eye on them, shot any that get out of line," he shouted to his companions.
The girl laid there, not wanting to look at the blood since she knew what would happen if she did and instead just planted her hand over the wound. Though she could feel the pain, it wasn't anywhere near as intense as it normally would - she had gotten far too used to pain since being turned into a slave.