Post by Faclan on Dec 21, 2021 22:16:01 GMT -6
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"You're Fired!" That was the last distinct full memory before the flashes and screaming started. It was supposed to be just a normal meet up with the apes rep. He brought three little Unggoy along but that was fine surely their dropship couldn't work with just one guy. It was all normal. Until it wasn't. The table thrown toward them, crushing Ames under it before the aliens opened fire. The Unggoy squealing in joy of being able to kill humans as they fired their plasma pistols as the Spiker from the big man roared and impaled Thomas to the wall. He could still see his feet dangling off the floor from where he was. And the pain. The pain in his side just above his right kidney. It was likely another spike. But now there was silence. Besides his slow breathing. Slowly moving up one of his arms to see it in the faint light from the doorway. Clenching and relaxing his hand in front of his face. It still worked. Both feet? Working. His other hand? Pinned. Right he was alive. Time to get working.
Sitting up as much as he could Barnaby found himself looking at the dead face of Captain Hillos. The spike through his back and out his chest that had stabbed into Barnaby's own side. "Well Captain," he muttered to the dead man as he tried to look at how deep the now cold spike was in. "We always joked you didn't have the stomach for this, and you turned to try and run. But hey. It helped me." He tilted his head as he could hear the high pitches bitching of the Unggoy a few rooms away. Likely looting the little base here. They would pay. But first things first. Craning his neck around to see the spike he was pleased to see it had missed his Kidney. And the shock and noise seemed to have made him black out as Hillos was thrown into him by the spike to his back. They seemed to have assumed he was dead. Well he'd need to fix that. Reaching over his dead former leaded he pulled out his old knife. Wood handle and sharp. And brought it up to his head to place the handle in his mouth. To keep the next move quieter as he took a breath and bit down before working on pushing Hillos off him as vertically as it could. It hurt. God it hurt. But all that would sneak out of the room was a long quiet hiss which was completely ignored by the looting Unggoy.
The spike seemed to have missed his internal organs. Which was good. But blood was now starting to flow out of the sizable hole the fifth of the spike that had hit him used to occupy. Thankfully Thomas was in the room. Their little field medic. Doing what he could to hold the hole closed Barnaby would walk over to the dangling former UNSC corspman who had two spikes through his chest pinning him to the wall. But his IFAK was still on his thigh. And now it would save him. Unzipping the package as he fished around inside. Pulling out a selection of small injectors as he turned them over in his bloody spare hand as best he could. "Come on Thomas - I know you marked these for us idiot criminals." He grumbled out before smirking in triumph. There it was, the coagulant. He nodded and maneuvered them around his hand before pulling the cap off with his teeth. Jamming the injector into his side above the wound. Hissing in pain again and unfortunately dropping the other needles out of his slick hand but they just rattled to the floor. Thank goodness for modern medicine where they wouldn't shatter. Right bandages next. The roll of those were thankfully much easier to find in the pack in the small amount of light he had as he unrolled a section before slicing it off with Hillos' knife. Two wraps around his waist with the slightly bloody bandages as he stumbled a little. Already feeling the blood start to slow down which was good but he lost a bunch already. "Its fine," he gasped to himself as he leaned against the wall. "Once those alien fucks are dead I can have a nice long rest." Just to himself again to keep him focused as he gripped the knife tighter. Letting himself have a half minute break before he moved back to the upturned table that was crushing Ames. He needed a weapon.
Looked like the big ape had stomped his neck and broken it...And looted his carbine. God damnit. Moving to the others he found that they had looted their firearms too. Looking back down at the now teeth marked bloody knife he shrugged. It was better than nothing. "Besides," to himself again as he edged toward the door. "You alien fucks will be kind enough to give me new weapons and your lives,"
"Yeah right," Barnaby freezing as he was reaching for the door. Eyes snapping from side to side as he tried to spot the voice that had said that. Before it continued. "Barassus won't let you keep most of that stuff." Barnaby peaking out of the slightly open door to see the pointy orange tank of an Unggoy just out the door facing away from him. "Best to just stack it nicely like he told us and for doing such a good job maybe we can keep some."
"But we killed the Humans!" A voice further away complained. "I mean he did too but it was a team effort! We should share the loot!"
"We will, once its all counted and tabulated. So go back to stacking and shut up." A grumble in the distance before the tank turned toward the door. Barnaby ducking back before he heard the footsteps start to go past him. Well no time like the present as he pulled the door open and reached out to where he thought the grunt would be. His prediction was pretty spot on as his open none knife hand basically plopped itself right on top of the grunts head as it turned to look at the magical opening the door. Gripping and pulling the squat alien toward him as he stabbed his knife forward to meet it! Well meet its throat as it plunged down to the hand guard. The grunts beady bastard eyes snapping open as it gagged looked up at him. The human looking down at the quickly pooling glowing blue blood and sliding the blade out, to then appling it right to the left eyeball for good measure. A good chunk of that glowing blood now spurting on him as he let the dying body drop to be halfway into the doorway before he stepped over it.
Two left to go and the ape.
He left the blade covered in blue as he moved toward where the other voice had been. But he could already see the lockers where his fellow Innies had been storing the few Forerunner artifacts had been broken open. A collection of them visible before the corner. His dead friends work now just strew over the floor to be sorted. Stolen. The grip on the bloody knife getting tighter as he turned the corner ready to stab some more. Only remembering as the red and orange grunt turned to look at him that he hadn't picked up the pistol off the dead one. Shit.
The sight of a bandaged, banged up, Unggoy covered blade holding, angry human seemed to rightly spook the orange one near the door as he turned to start to head outside. As the red tried to swing one of its big arms at him. But a quick back step then lunge got Barnaby past that as he reached forward to grab that masks' mouth piece and shove it upwards. Knife already sliding in from the side to slit that now exposed throat open as the red gurgled into his mask before starting to fall backwards. Barnaby remembering to grab the pistol off the dying grunt and point it at the fleeing orange. Catching him in the hip with the green splat which made him squeak and topple over. Dropping the now blood drenched knife Barnaby hurried over to his fallen foe. The orange trying to crawl away before his head was slammed into the ground from a stomp from Barnaby. Then another. And another. "Die! Die you fucking piece of shit! We worked for you and you killed my friends so now you die!"
He didn't notice the door open as he kept stomping.
"Happy now? Still happy and giggling now?!" And with a last powerful jump and stomp the grunts skull had been shattered. Spewing blood and brains all over the floor and his boots as Barnaby breathed heavily and sighed. Three down. Before a click at the door made him look up. To see four space chickens in red standing there with rifle and pistol pointed at him. Well damn. "You aint the ape," he grumbled before glancing down at the pistol he was holding. Before there was a clap? Before many more. Looking back up at his supposed executioners as they were all...clapping at him? Before they nodded at the dead grunts.
"Good work Human, this your former place?" Barnaby just nodding as the one without quills stepped forward. "Typical for them to ruin good business for personal glory. The fat furball has left off to some other meeting or something dumb." The female sounding one pulling out what looked like a red headband. "Want to die?" A headshake. "Good enough," the headband tossed at him as the other jackals moved into the room with weapons slung as they kicked the grunt corpses to the side of the room as they started to gather up the Forerunner goodies into some boxes they wheeled in.
"You're hired."
"You're Fired!" That was the last distinct full memory before the flashes and screaming started. It was supposed to be just a normal meet up with the apes rep. He brought three little Unggoy along but that was fine surely their dropship couldn't work with just one guy. It was all normal. Until it wasn't. The table thrown toward them, crushing Ames under it before the aliens opened fire. The Unggoy squealing in joy of being able to kill humans as they fired their plasma pistols as the Spiker from the big man roared and impaled Thomas to the wall. He could still see his feet dangling off the floor from where he was. And the pain. The pain in his side just above his right kidney. It was likely another spike. But now there was silence. Besides his slow breathing. Slowly moving up one of his arms to see it in the faint light from the doorway. Clenching and relaxing his hand in front of his face. It still worked. Both feet? Working. His other hand? Pinned. Right he was alive. Time to get working.
Sitting up as much as he could Barnaby found himself looking at the dead face of Captain Hillos. The spike through his back and out his chest that had stabbed into Barnaby's own side. "Well Captain," he muttered to the dead man as he tried to look at how deep the now cold spike was in. "We always joked you didn't have the stomach for this, and you turned to try and run. But hey. It helped me." He tilted his head as he could hear the high pitches bitching of the Unggoy a few rooms away. Likely looting the little base here. They would pay. But first things first. Craning his neck around to see the spike he was pleased to see it had missed his Kidney. And the shock and noise seemed to have made him black out as Hillos was thrown into him by the spike to his back. They seemed to have assumed he was dead. Well he'd need to fix that. Reaching over his dead former leaded he pulled out his old knife. Wood handle and sharp. And brought it up to his head to place the handle in his mouth. To keep the next move quieter as he took a breath and bit down before working on pushing Hillos off him as vertically as it could. It hurt. God it hurt. But all that would sneak out of the room was a long quiet hiss which was completely ignored by the looting Unggoy.
The spike seemed to have missed his internal organs. Which was good. But blood was now starting to flow out of the sizable hole the fifth of the spike that had hit him used to occupy. Thankfully Thomas was in the room. Their little field medic. Doing what he could to hold the hole closed Barnaby would walk over to the dangling former UNSC corspman who had two spikes through his chest pinning him to the wall. But his IFAK was still on his thigh. And now it would save him. Unzipping the package as he fished around inside. Pulling out a selection of small injectors as he turned them over in his bloody spare hand as best he could. "Come on Thomas - I know you marked these for us idiot criminals." He grumbled out before smirking in triumph. There it was, the coagulant. He nodded and maneuvered them around his hand before pulling the cap off with his teeth. Jamming the injector into his side above the wound. Hissing in pain again and unfortunately dropping the other needles out of his slick hand but they just rattled to the floor. Thank goodness for modern medicine where they wouldn't shatter. Right bandages next. The roll of those were thankfully much easier to find in the pack in the small amount of light he had as he unrolled a section before slicing it off with Hillos' knife. Two wraps around his waist with the slightly bloody bandages as he stumbled a little. Already feeling the blood start to slow down which was good but he lost a bunch already. "Its fine," he gasped to himself as he leaned against the wall. "Once those alien fucks are dead I can have a nice long rest." Just to himself again to keep him focused as he gripped the knife tighter. Letting himself have a half minute break before he moved back to the upturned table that was crushing Ames. He needed a weapon.
Looked like the big ape had stomped his neck and broken it...And looted his carbine. God damnit. Moving to the others he found that they had looted their firearms too. Looking back down at the now teeth marked bloody knife he shrugged. It was better than nothing. "Besides," to himself again as he edged toward the door. "You alien fucks will be kind enough to give me new weapons and your lives,"
"Yeah right," Barnaby freezing as he was reaching for the door. Eyes snapping from side to side as he tried to spot the voice that had said that. Before it continued. "Barassus won't let you keep most of that stuff." Barnaby peaking out of the slightly open door to see the pointy orange tank of an Unggoy just out the door facing away from him. "Best to just stack it nicely like he told us and for doing such a good job maybe we can keep some."
"But we killed the Humans!" A voice further away complained. "I mean he did too but it was a team effort! We should share the loot!"
"We will, once its all counted and tabulated. So go back to stacking and shut up." A grumble in the distance before the tank turned toward the door. Barnaby ducking back before he heard the footsteps start to go past him. Well no time like the present as he pulled the door open and reached out to where he thought the grunt would be. His prediction was pretty spot on as his open none knife hand basically plopped itself right on top of the grunts head as it turned to look at the magical opening the door. Gripping and pulling the squat alien toward him as he stabbed his knife forward to meet it! Well meet its throat as it plunged down to the hand guard. The grunts beady bastard eyes snapping open as it gagged looked up at him. The human looking down at the quickly pooling glowing blue blood and sliding the blade out, to then appling it right to the left eyeball for good measure. A good chunk of that glowing blood now spurting on him as he let the dying body drop to be halfway into the doorway before he stepped over it.
Two left to go and the ape.
He left the blade covered in blue as he moved toward where the other voice had been. But he could already see the lockers where his fellow Innies had been storing the few Forerunner artifacts had been broken open. A collection of them visible before the corner. His dead friends work now just strew over the floor to be sorted. Stolen. The grip on the bloody knife getting tighter as he turned the corner ready to stab some more. Only remembering as the red and orange grunt turned to look at him that he hadn't picked up the pistol off the dead one. Shit.
The sight of a bandaged, banged up, Unggoy covered blade holding, angry human seemed to rightly spook the orange one near the door as he turned to start to head outside. As the red tried to swing one of its big arms at him. But a quick back step then lunge got Barnaby past that as he reached forward to grab that masks' mouth piece and shove it upwards. Knife already sliding in from the side to slit that now exposed throat open as the red gurgled into his mask before starting to fall backwards. Barnaby remembering to grab the pistol off the dying grunt and point it at the fleeing orange. Catching him in the hip with the green splat which made him squeak and topple over. Dropping the now blood drenched knife Barnaby hurried over to his fallen foe. The orange trying to crawl away before his head was slammed into the ground from a stomp from Barnaby. Then another. And another. "Die! Die you fucking piece of shit! We worked for you and you killed my friends so now you die!"
He didn't notice the door open as he kept stomping.
"Happy now? Still happy and giggling now?!" And with a last powerful jump and stomp the grunts skull had been shattered. Spewing blood and brains all over the floor and his boots as Barnaby breathed heavily and sighed. Three down. Before a click at the door made him look up. To see four space chickens in red standing there with rifle and pistol pointed at him. Well damn. "You aint the ape," he grumbled before glancing down at the pistol he was holding. Before there was a clap? Before many more. Looking back up at his supposed executioners as they were all...clapping at him? Before they nodded at the dead grunts.
"Good work Human, this your former place?" Barnaby just nodding as the one without quills stepped forward. "Typical for them to ruin good business for personal glory. The fat furball has left off to some other meeting or something dumb." The female sounding one pulling out what looked like a red headband. "Want to die?" A headshake. "Good enough," the headband tossed at him as the other jackals moved into the room with weapons slung as they kicked the grunt corpses to the side of the room as they started to gather up the Forerunner goodies into some boxes they wheeled in.
"You're hired."
