Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-26571677-20190423095929

The ship lurched again as she set the shaped charges.

Her finger slipped as she struggled to grab onto something for balance and bumped against an unwanted button; leaving her cursing the man in the control room and whoever taught them to drive.

Quickly, in step with the gentle sway to and fro of the makeshift vessel against the pounding waves; she regained her footing and restarted the blowing sequence, swiping a finger right as she reset the timer.

“Hey! You! By the wall! Get your hands up or I won’t hesitate!”

A third party.

A cop.

She could see him in the dull reflection offered by the dented brass and sheets of long forgotten construction steel piled around the area; the murky form stood facing forward, holding a pistol, presumably aimed at centre mass.

She raised her hands; watching the timer count down in intense concentration; the timing would have to be perfect.

“Alright good, now back slowly towards me! No funny movements or I’ll shoot!”

She took a step back.

Took another.

The counter ticked down from its minute of precious life.

With every two seconds, she took another step.

25 steps, and he asked her to stop.

He began to walk towards her; a step with each second.

6 steps, and he’d reached her.

4 seconds, and he was reaching for the handcuffs.

The minute was up.

Their world shook as darkness was rendered split with the intense burst of orange and red flame.

The officer stumbled back, mouth open and in shock. Hazel turned around to face him; fully aware of what lay beyond the metal wall she’d torn open. She grabbed him by the shoulders and ran up his chest, pushing herself up and towards the sky, and him down towards the earth. Down towards damnation. The shapes of dozens of sliding shipping crates fell through the hole and began to embed themselves into stalls and markets beyond; sliding right towards where Hazel had been standing, and where the police officer had stood.

She ran over the tops of the sliding metal rectangles, heading towards the metal belly of the beast; seeking escape from the dying beast.

That was the plan, anyway.

The plan, until the ship began to suddenly lurch forward; uncontrollably.

Her brother.

She needed to go back, needed to check.

Just in case.

She passed the bloodied patty made of a police officer in the wrong place at the wrong time; heading back towards the auction house.

Back towards the parlay of criminal and plotter.

As soon as the lizard rapped one of its knuckles against the door, it exploded outward; a molten metal hunk that used to be the door flying at it with the force of a locally contained demolitions job.

In the smoke of the aftermath, a figure appeared; a cowboy with odd looking hat and swaying coat, holding a large collection of wires that he tossed at where he thought the lizard was; watching in satisfaction as the water from the overhead sprinklers sparked and jumped in agitated fury in connection to the free running electricity.

“What an en-lightning situation that was.”

He winced. Slapped his forehead.

“Nup, still terrible.”

He aimed his rifle down at the beast; still not trusting that such an obviously prized piece of tech would die so quickly, peering through the fog of the spitting and spraying sprinklers at his handiwork.

The situation was getting better; they’d received their hunter reinforcements and were steadily pushing the few fighting criminals back. There’d be a big haul in tonight, maybe even some of the ringleaders, if they were lucky; those holding the reins almost always had escape plans, he’d just have to hope that their countermeasures were sufficient.

Of course, if they weren’t, they still had his guns.

He fired an explosive round into the mist, just to be sure.