22-03-2011, 04:46 AM
Well this isn't looking good Vlad thought to himself. The library was now on the verge of falling back into Marse hands. Already the squad had been seperated from their leader and their numbers dwindeled. Jerade was the only one trying to keep a cool head and keep them together. But as they again were forced to hold up and fend off the incoming Marse Vlad knew his plan was running out of times to be inacted. After all, they wouldnt wait for him forever. He reloaded his shock cannon and got out from under his cover and fired into the enemy group. Ducking behinde more cover, he noticed was behinde Jerade. "Now's my chance. To hell with the Federations lies." he said aloud to himself. Picking up a discarded pistol he crept over to Jerade.
"Hold the line! Vlad!" Jerade yelled out. "Vlad?" He asked confused as to why he didnt respond. He heard the unmistakbale sound a pistol being drawn. He turned around.
Vlad pulled the gun up and pulled the trigger......only to here a click. "Oh sh-" was all his mind could comprehend as Jerade tackled him to the ground. Both of them battled for Jerades pistol, being the closest death dealer. Jerade held Vlads wrists as both continued to stuggle, all the while Marse continued to re-group. Vlad was running out of time and he knew it. Quickly, he headbutted Jerade and got his left hand free. He used it to punch Jerade in the side of the face. Getting him slightly dazed Vlad pushed off him and scrambled for the pistol. He grabbed it and wheeled around, only to be met by Jerade standing up before him, weapon in hand. Jerade shot, and Vlad's body jerked to the right and he fell to the ground. Listening to Jerade ramble on about something, Vlad used his left hand to reach into his pocket. He grabbed his pocket translator and hit a button on its side. Seeing Alfimi go down and Jerade run off, Vlad took his moment. He crawled to Alfimi and placed the translator in Alfimis pocket. Pushing off Alfimis body, Vlad surrendered to the Marse that flooded in. Takeing him at gun point out of the library, Vlad simled a wicked grin. His mission partialy done, he would be sprung from the planet long before the bombardment began. His people would repair his arm, salvage what the could organically, and after a short reunion with his Grandfather, he would return to the Federation. After all, he needed his translator back.........
(Couldnt let our little revolutionist get away scot free now could i? Shame that the showdown with Jerade happened so late
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"Hold the line! Vlad!" Jerade yelled out. "Vlad?" He asked confused as to why he didnt respond. He heard the unmistakbale sound a pistol being drawn. He turned around.
Vlad pulled the gun up and pulled the trigger......only to here a click. "Oh sh-" was all his mind could comprehend as Jerade tackled him to the ground. Both of them battled for Jerades pistol, being the closest death dealer. Jerade held Vlads wrists as both continued to stuggle, all the while Marse continued to re-group. Vlad was running out of time and he knew it. Quickly, he headbutted Jerade and got his left hand free. He used it to punch Jerade in the side of the face. Getting him slightly dazed Vlad pushed off him and scrambled for the pistol. He grabbed it and wheeled around, only to be met by Jerade standing up before him, weapon in hand. Jerade shot, and Vlad's body jerked to the right and he fell to the ground. Listening to Jerade ramble on about something, Vlad used his left hand to reach into his pocket. He grabbed his pocket translator and hit a button on its side. Seeing Alfimi go down and Jerade run off, Vlad took his moment. He crawled to Alfimi and placed the translator in Alfimis pocket. Pushing off Alfimis body, Vlad surrendered to the Marse that flooded in. Takeing him at gun point out of the library, Vlad simled a wicked grin. His mission partialy done, he would be sprung from the planet long before the bombardment began. His people would repair his arm, salvage what the could organically, and after a short reunion with his Grandfather, he would return to the Federation. After all, he needed his translator back.........
(Couldnt let our little revolutionist get away scot free now could i? Shame that the showdown with Jerade happened so late
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