RP: YSS Destiny Problem in Colonist sector 5, sub-sector 6 aka Riot!

Carlos roared in pain and anger as that haft of wood slammed down between his shoulderblades. He hit the ground hard on his stomach, dazed for a moment before lunging forward a short distance, hoping to put some breathing room between himself and his attacker.

'I hear ya man!' He shouted back to the MP, they were seriously outnumbered, they would have to hold their own until reinforcements came...

The man didn't managed to block, and fell to the floor, blood pouring out his nose. Swinging a club at someone's head wasn't a great way to keep them alive, it had a tendancy to cause brain damage, and combined with vibration, even on a low setting, it was quite possible there was permenant damage.

The other man was hit, but managed to shrug it off, throwing his huge fist into Henako's face.

Henako pulled out his NCP and replaced his club, just managing to miss the fist from the other guyHenako reached down and grabbed the officer from the floor. Henako then dived along with the officer across the floor.

"Err. Hi I'm Henako. We need to use are weapons. I think it is time for ultimate force." Henako called out through all the noise. "Ok maybe we shouldn't it might get us suspended, you got a club like this?" Henako pointed to his club. He holstered his pistol.

'Lethal? Oh, Carlos! Pleased to meet you!'

He gave a sarcastic grin and pulled his up, thumbing off the safety and aiming it level with the head of the man who had struck him with the wooden club.

'STAY BACK! Madre de dios, I will splatter your fuckin' brains all over that wall gringo!'

The AI's voice called out, "There's no need for that, excessive force is not needed. Back up is on its way."

Indeed most of the rioteers where ignoring the pair, they where to busy pouding each other.

Carlos paused, as much as he would love to plug the man who had given him such a smack to the back, he knew killing civilians was a bit extreme.

Again the gun was flipped over and Carlos dove for him, gun leading, not really caring where the handle connected with on the man, as long as it would put an end to his attack for at least a moment!

The man rolled with it, and Carlos found himself over the man. The man grinned and hit him in the face.

In the distance could be heard the Security Forces ammassing.

Henako stood up, he ran at the men who had circled Carlos. He swung his batton, now at the mans shoulder. He was totally running on adrenaline now. He was so angry and no one was listening.

Carlos reeled back, blood pouring from his nose, possibly broken?

'''Nu nun of a bnitch!' He shouted and clubbed down hard with his fist, knowing that at the moment if he brought that metal weapon down on the guy's face he was liable to crack his head right open.

The man roared, his shoulder in great pain. He turned round to face Henako, who he had been ignoring up till now, and Henako could see how huge this brute was, probably half ID-sol, and a good seven foot tall and with bulging muscles. He lashed out at Henako with his massive fist.

The man's grin disapeared, and a his eyes went vacant. He was easily knocked out, and his body went limp.

Carlos wheeled around and found his ally being assaulted by such a huge man.

With his right arm he wiped the blood off his chin and charged forward, slamming into the man from behind, his gun once more leading the way aimed for the back of the man's neck.

Henako looked up. He was massive. The fist cam flying towards Henako, he manage to dodge it, but th fist still hit his shoulder. Pain surged through his body. Henako then swung the club for the back of the legs. Then Henako span on his foot and went for a kick to the stomach.

Carlos had knocked one out. He was ok now. There where only a fe of the little group left. After them tey would have to move on to the rest.

The man whiled round at the attack on his neck, and made as to swat Carlos away. At the same time he back kicked Henako with surprising agility, the attack doing little now he was ready for it.

He had managed to get a firm hold on the man, his arm around his neck, and managed to avoid that swat trying to get him off his back.

His free hand clutching the metal pistol, he began to repeatedly slug the man in the back of the head as hard as he could with the metal gun, bellowing incoherant Spanish in a blind rage.

Henako was hit in the stomach, he dropped to the floor wimded. After a few seconds Henako changed the setting of his club and used the electricity. Aiming it right at the mans stomach he shot.

The man began to stagger, the repeated blows having considerable effect as he flailed, trying to get Carlos off his back. Eventualy it was too much, and he collapsed, onto several people.

He rode the man down as he fell, jumping off and hitting the ground a bit harder than he'd intended, losing his footing and falling to the ground. He lay there, stunned for a moment, all the blows and wounds he'd recieved suddenly catching up on him.

He hadn't felt pain like this since that puto from Angeles Violentos had stabbed him.

From outside came the sound of the Security forces making contact with the riot. Heavily armoured in riot gear and carrying heavy battons they waded into the fight. It ceased to be a fair fight, although the Security forces where carefull to remain non lethal.

The mob began to swarm out the back, with a cry of "The cops. Scarper." Soon there was only the unconcious and the wounded left. And the two in the middle who had started it all, still viciously pounding each other.

Carlos remained laying there, catching his breath as the riot police broke up the fight. Slowly he rose to his knees, gently feeling his nose.

It took a moment, but after a cursory examination he figured he probably didn't have a broken nose. With that he got to his feet and holstered his pistol. He was bruised in quite a few places, bleeding profusely from his nose, and had a slightly jagged cut across his left brow.

'Dios mio that was insane...'

One of the riot policemen, adorned with his helmet, walked over to the men, and pulled them apart. Or at least tried to, he was kicked out, and the pair continued fighting. Suddenly a figure in a buisness suit apeared, and grabbed them, pulling them apart easily.

"What is the problem here?" he asked calmly

Both men began to talk to the same time, surprise that they where being held several inches above the ground, one in each hand.

"One at a time." The man said, "You." He nodded to the one in his left hand.

"Well he sent a message around declaring that I was an adulterous, pig fucking, gay arse wanker. Which is not true!" He screamed, and tried to kick the other man.

"Keep it civilised." the buisnessman said "And you, what is your complaint?"

"This bastard sent a picture of me fucking a man around. How the fuck he got his hand's on it I don't know. I never did that! Never, I'm not a fudge packer!" The other man screamed.

"Did either of you do what the other is accusing you of doing?" The man asked calmly.

"No!" They shouted at the same time. "Liar!"

"Look, I can read your body layout, pules etc., and I can tell that neither of you are lieing. You didn't do it. Someone else did. There is no need to fight." The man knocked their head's together and disapeared.

"You alright", one of the riot police asked Carlos.