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  1. Blackstone was leaning back in a chair, precariously balancing against a wall as he slept. With a sudden shake, the ship entered the atmosphere of Bespin and Blackstone toppled unceremoniously onto the floor. "Whu- oh. There already?" he asked groggily to no one in particular. Blackstone straightened himself up and looked out a window to see the former glory of cloud city. It was a strange sight to see- it wasn't like a grounded city where buildings could be knocked down and replaced; instead the city was being built on hardly any visible foundation at all. It was quite the undertaking. Blackstone stretched and blinked as he woke up. "So... What's going on?" he asked the other Black Sun agent.
  2. Tavelon

    Space

    Blackstone stood, staring out the window into space. 'Lots of stars' he thought Blackstone was never really an astronomer. His simple thoughts were interrupted when the veteran Black Sun agent spoke up. "Oh.. Blackstone" he replied. "And you?"
  3. Blackstone raised his eyebrows. Once again he jumped on board the ship, unsure of where he was going and what he would be doing. But this was a mission for Black Sun, so there was sure to be adventure, and with any luck a little bloodshed. He stood in the door of the ship as it took off, watching as a squadron of Black Sun fighters streaked through the sky, intercepting a ship that was attempting to take off. As Blackstone ascended into the clouds he saw men scrambling on the ground, cargo ships moving, and surface of Dubrillion brimming with life. Hang around a place like that long enough and you could see a lot of things. Blackstone liked that, and smiled to himself as he stepped away from the door. It reminded him of his early life, leaving home to explore the galaxy. But before he could witness any other scenes on Dubrillion, the ship picked up speed, and the planet became a speck... then just a blur in hyperspace.
  4. Blackstone watched the building tension between Horatio and the disgruntled applicant, deciding he'd say hi to Horatio later. He turned his attention back to Talisabeth (Which was a very easy act to do). "Sounds great. So this is Kayal?" he asked, motioning toward the agent who had just walked up. "Blackstone. Good to meet you" he said, extending a hand. "That.. uh... my name is Blackstone, you see... and.. yeah" Ok, so Blackstone was a new recruit, and this guy had obviously been around Black Sun for a while... it was a little intimidating, especially with this guy's hand on his blaster already. Maybe he could try to look cool in front of Talisabeth, but this guy was a seasoned veteran. "Yeah.. um... Hell!... get the hell out of here!... let's.. yup"... Blackstone muttered, attempting to fit in. Cool wasn't Blackstone's strong suit.
  5. 'Just us three'... Blackstone's smile spread- wait... 3?...Well, just having Talisabeth there would make things pleasant. "I'm always up to the task" Blackstone said, running a hand through her reddish hair. Which in truth was a downright lie. Blackstone really had little experience, only having completed one mission. He couldn't kill Jedi, battle squadrons of TIE fighters single handedly or do anything cool enough to have movies made about him. He was just Blackstone, new recruit to the Black Sun Criminal Syndicate. But the response sounded cool. And Blackstone always liked to sound cool in front of the ladies.
  6. Blackstone smiled as he felt the warm spot on his cheek where he had been kissed. He grabbed her arm as she put the packet in his pocket, drawing her closer into an embrace. He pulled the packet out, but didn't look at it, still staring into her eyes. "Sounds... great" he muttered with a grin, a little absentmindedly. "So... are we going.. or... where? Should I get a team ready? Can I... uh..." Blackstone smiled again. "Can't wait".
  7. If the stimcafe hadn't woken Blackstone yet, Talisabeth's smooth touch most certainly did. Blackstone grinned "I'm fine, I'm..." He looked at Talisabeth. Perhaps she went by a nickname... 'Talisabeth' seemed too hard to pronounce, even when he was just thinking of the name in his head. He really didn't know Talisabeth, though. But of course he would like to know Talisabeth better, though. There- he had already though of her name four times... he had to think of a nickname... it was getting difficult to pronounce her name... even mentally. "Uh.. yeah" Blackstone continued. He forgot what he was even going to say... oh... "I'm.. yeah, fine." he collected himself. "Better than fine" he said with a smile. Touched her hand "Slept well, too".
  8. Blackstone squinted as he stepped into the sunlight. He rubbed his eyes and took a swig of stimcafe from his flask. Another day had begun. He stretched, still a little worn from the adventures of his previous mission. Blackstone noticed Horatio interviewing someone, and another person standing behind him. Blackstone formed a line behind this person, hoping to get in touch with someone who would give him a chance to really get involved.
  9. Blackstone took a seat in the waiting room and heaved a large sigh. So that was it. He had actually completed a mission, albeit in training, for the Black Sun Criminal Syndicate. Yet, Blackstone wondered, could he do this consistently? Day after day? They had so much trouble with one mission alone, but how would Blackstone get out of a tight corner? How would he deal with the loss of one of his men, let alone dozens? Blackstone knew that this trial was done, but this new turn in his life was just beginning, and it would not be calm for quite some time. Jason surveyed the new surroundings. He stood in a corner, surveying the actions of his colleagues. He seemed somewhat at ease, but still had a sharp vigilance about him that kept him from relaxing. One would wonder if this man ever took a break or calmed down. That said, the events of the mission had clearly taken their toll on him, and it seemed that he couldn't wait to finish business and find a place to relax and catch up on sleep. Blackstone bet that even when he slept this man kept a blaster at his side. Jason was a very orderly and professional soldier, but he was ultimately a stoic pragmatist. When the job was done, he saw little need to go on with red tape and pleasantries. The soldier was to fight and there his job ended. Politics and popularity contests had no place in the realm of war. He shifted uncomfortably, impatiently waiting to get this 'meeting' over with. Michelle felt somewhat better, but she was still rather emotionally traumatized. This was rather different from what she had expected from Black Sun. Black Sun was supposed to be adventure, but she had found herself bringing terror to a neighborhood, fighting for her life and then fleeing the scene as she suffered severe wounds- And all so they could take a seemingly innocent girl from her home. Was Michelle going to back down? No. While she definitely had much to think about, she was sure that there would be a bright side to this. As much as she was annoyed by Jason's constant ridicule, he did have a point in some of it. Michelle knew she was naive, but this was her first mission, and she was sure that she would get used to it. That said, she wished that she would get used to the pain. She winced as she sat down, a sharp pain shooting up her leg. She bit her tongue, trying not to show any sign of pain. Michelle didn't want to look like a wimp, especially as she was the only girl in the entirety of both teams. People were probably unsure if she could keep up with the rest of the guys at all, let along prove herself as a useful agent. She knew that she had a lot to live up to, and she was already working against the fact that she was wounded and probably the weakest on the team. Blackstone had already 'rescued' her and the other girl. That was humiliating enough as it was. Michelle wasn't a girly type, and loved adventure. She just hoped she could prove it.
  10. Blackstone sat, exhausted, holding his head in his hands. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, wiping blood and sweat from his forehead. After catching his breath, he took a look at his new surroundings of the LAV. The agents were all recuperating, collapsed in he seats of the LAV. Jason heaved a large sigh. He let himself go for a brief moment, collapsing into a chair. He quickly collected himself in order to maintain professionalism. He set to work, cleaning his gun and checking his ammunition. Anyone observing him could tell that he had be doing it for a long time; he systematically ran a cloth down the length of his blaster, wiping the blood and grime from every crevice. Upon reaching the stock, one of his hands reached to his belt, almost subconsciously. He checked his ammunition and grenades, his fingertips sliding over the pouches, he didn't even have to look. He looked at the charge on his blaster, counting the shots he had fired. Everything was in order. Now was the time to stay vigilant and finish the job. Michelle winced as she laid down across several seats. Blood oozed from her arm onto the seat. She rolled her eyes, glad her mother was not there to chide her for staining the furniture. Michelle let out a small laugh, but stopped, wheezing. She rolled over and spit some blood out of her mouth, feeling a small cut on her tongue. "Very ladylike" Jason commented dryly, without even removing his focus from the task at hand. Michelle stuck her tongue out at Jason, who was oblivious, his eyes still fixed on the gun he was cleaning. Michelle smiled and looked at the ceiling, listening to the hum of the engine. Blackstone walked over to her and took a seat, pulling out a small canister of bacta spray. Blackstone was far from a medical professional, but he had considered the career once... a long time ago. Now he had gone to the causing of wound rather than the healing of it. None the less, one didn't grow up on the bacta run without somewhat of a knowledge of medicine. Blackstone tore the cuff off of her tattered sleeve and dampened it with water, applying it to the wound. Systematically he cleaned it, the blood beginning to flow freely again. Pulling out a small bottle of alcohol, Michelle's eyes widened, hoping it was for drinking. "Yeah, you know" she started "You really don't ha--ahh!" she stopped as Blackstone swabbed some alcohol into the wound. Michelle bit her lip to fight the pain. Blackstone took a tube of bacta salve out of his pocket and applied the sickly sweet smelling contents to the gaping hole in her arm. Michelle winced, recoiling from the cold touch of the salve, then slowly relaxed her arm. Skin cells slowly started regenerating around the torn tissue and the torn muscle began to come together, one fiber at a time. Slowly but surely the torn tissue was coming back together. Blackstone applied a little more, then placed a patch of cloth on the wound and placed Michelle's hand over it, applying pressure to the depleting blood flow. The gash was a rather deep one, and complex tissues and fibers did not heal as well as skin cells- even with bacta. Epithelial cells produced at thousands per minute, while muscle fiber takes considerably longer. Jason grimaced at the smell. Blackstone at that moment noticed just how large a quantity of blood Michelle had lost. Her skin was paling and she shivered slightly. Blackstone took her pulse. Not in mortal danger, but still not good. He noted also that her skin was cool. Making sure the wound was stabilizing, Blackstone began to work on her broken leg, still without uttering a word. Michelle made observation of this. "So... what's up? Why the code of silence?" "Unlike you, some people don't say every glib thought that comes into their vacuous head" Jason commented acidly. Michelle rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Blackstone. "So...? C'mon, what's- ow... not so hard, will ya?... what's going on. Who made you doctor?" "I dunno" Blackstone responded rather dully. "I suppose I used to be interested in the career. Dealt with a lot of bacta back at home. Learned a lot about it. This stuff is crap, though" he said, indicating the bacta in the first aid kid. "It'll get the job done eventually, I guess. " Blackstone made a makeshift brace for the leg. Too bad he didn't have a good syringe. A bacta injection would help a lot here. The topical bacta might absorb into the bloodstream, though, perhaps helping the bone heal a bit. Or they'd simply wait until they came across a good supply... or some bactade. Blackstone took his work seriously. He could be very cold, especially in battle. But after the fighting was over, medicine was almost even a duty. Especially among friends, perhaps Blackstone's one empathy was for those receiving medical care. Even on occasion an enemy would receive treatment from Blackstone if he made it to a care facility... and Blackstone's unconventional tactics usually made sure that it never got that far. He was fond of head shots. Blackstone stood up and turned his attention to the princess, who was sitting in a corner shaking profusely, muttering silent prayers. Being the de facto physician, Blackstone set to tending her wounds; a gaping hole in her thigh and a burn on her face. Blackstone wrapped a tourniquet softly around her leg, though the blood flow had slowed significantly at this point. He gave her a blanket and treated her for shock. She had likely lost about 15% of her blood, putting her in early stages of shock from blood loss. Compounded with her psychological composure, she seemed to have almost lost cognition of her surroundings. Blackstone applied bacta to the wound on her thigh after cleaning it, then moved onto the face. She looked into his eyes almost blankly as he touched her, like a frightened animal. Blackstone quickly broke the eye contact, minimizing the chance that he might grow some sort of pity. The only reason he treated her wounds was because she was required alive and unspoiled... Though she did have a pretty face. She flinched as Blackstone swabbed a cleaning solution into the burn on her cheek, removing the charred flesh. The bleeding started anew and Blackstone quickly applied Bacta to heal the skin. The fact that she was crying wasn't too bad, either, as the tears actually were rather healthy for the wound. Blackstone wiped her face from dirt and tears, and she felt it in wonder, as if the concept of a wound was foreign to her; the healing of it even more so. Blackstone stoically finished his work as the LAV came back to the shuttle. It gave a sudden jolt as it stopped, sending supplies scattering and Michelle falling out of her seat. She let out a yell as she hit the floor. Jason immediately stood up and walked over to her, bending over and extending a hand. Michelle nursed her hurt leg, which she had landed on with a harsh thud, and extended a hand so Jason could help her up. Jason reached past her, and picked his blaster up off the floor. Blackstone helped Michelle up and ferried the wounded girls into the shuttle. Grabbing some extra supplies, he left the LAV and boarded the shuttle. Jason put his blaster back on the rack, alongside the others. It's condition was exactly the same as the new ones. He smiled at his own handiwork and took his seat. He went over to one of the supply cabinets and found a spare uniform which he tossed to the princess. "There's a back room over there if you want to change" he said, indicating her burnt pant leg. Michelle reached out to grab one as well, but Jason stopped her. "Aww.... But I look hideous. I'm all dirty!" She whined, returning to her seat. Jason, in his usual fashion, sighed. "I doubt a new set of clothes would help there" he muttered under his breath. Blackstone rolled his eyes as he took his seat. There they were. One agent less, one captive more. Lost some supplies, found some others. They had returned scruffy, beaten and even wounded. They had returned after their first mission, closer to each other, and closer to becoming agents for the Black Sun.
  11. Blackstone sat, exhausted, holding his head in his hands. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, wiping blood and sweat from his forehead. After catching his breath, he took a look at his new surroundings of the LAV. The agents were all recuperating, collapsed in he seats of the LAV. Jason heaved a large sigh. He let himself go for a brief moment, collapsing into a chair. He quickly collected himself in order to maintain professionalism. He set to work, cleaning his gun and checking his ammunition. Anyone observing him could tell that he had be doing it for a long time; he systematically ran a cloth down the length of his blaster, wiping the blood and grime from every crevice. Upon reaching the stock, one of his hands reached to his belt, almost subconsciously. He checked his ammunition and grenades, his fingertips sliding over the pouches, he didn't even have to look. He looked at the charge on his blaster, counting the shots he had fired. Everything was in order. Now was the time to stay vigilant and finish the job. Michelle winced as she laid down across several seats. Blood oozed from her arm onto the seat. She rolled her eyes, glad her mother was not there to chide her for staining the furniture. Michelle let out a small laugh, but stopped, wheezing. She rolled over and spit some blood out of her mouth, feeling a small cut on her tongue. "Very ladylike" Jason commented dryly, without even removing his focus from the task at hand. Michelle stuck her tongue out at Jason, who was oblivious, his eyes still fixed on the gun he was cleaning. Michelle smiled and looked at the ceiling, listening to the hum of the engine. Blackstone walked over to her and took a seat, pulling out a small canister of bacta spray. Blackstone was far from a medical professional, but he had considered the career once... a long time ago. Now he had gone to the causing of wound rather than the healing of it. None the less, one didn't grow up on the bacta run without somewhat of a knowledge of medicine. Blackstone tore the cuff off of her tattered sleeve and dampened it with water, applying it to the wound. Systematically he cleaned it, the blood beginning to flow freely again. Pulling out a small bottle of alcohol, Michelle's eyes widened, hoping it was for drinking. "Yeah, you know" she started "You really don't ha--ahh!" she stopped as Blackstone swabbed some alcohol into the wound. Michelle bit her lip to fight the pain. Blackstone took a tube of bacta salve out of his pocket and applied the sickly sweet smelling contents to the gaping hole in her arm. Michelle winced, recoiling from the cold touch of the salve, then slowly relaxed her arm. Skin cells slowly started regenerating around the torn tissue and the torn muscle began to come together, one fiber at a time. Slowly but surely the torn tissue was coming back together. Blackstone applied a little more, then placed a patch of cloth on the wound and placed Michelle's hand over it, applying pressure to the depleting blood flow. The gash was a rather deep one, and complex tissues and fibers did not heal as well as skin cells- even with bacta. Epithelial cells produced at thousands per minute, while muscle fiber takes considerably longer. Jason grimaced at the smell. Blackstone at that moment noticed just how large a quantity of blood Michelle had lost. Her skin was paling and she shivered slightly. Blackstone took her pulse. Not in mortal danger, but still not good. He noted also that her skin was cool. Making sure the wound was stabilizing, Blackstone began to work on her broken leg, still without uttering a word. Michelle made observation of this. "So... what's up? Why the code of silence?" "Unlike you, some people don't say every glib thought that comes into their vacuous head" Jason commented acidly. Michelle rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Blackstone. "So...? C'mon, what's- ow... not so hard, will ya?... what's going on. Who made you doctor?" "I dunno" Blackstone responded rather dully. "I suppose I used to be interested in the career. Dealt with a lot of bacta back at home. Learned a lot about it. This stuff is crap, though" he said, indicating the bacta in the first aid kid. "It'll get the job done eventually, I guess. " Blackstone made a makeshift brace for the leg. Too bad he didn't have a good syringe. A bacta injection would help a lot here. The topical bacta might absorb into the bloodstream, though, perhaps helping the bone heal a bit. Or they'd simply wait until they came across a good supply... or some bactade. Blackstone took his work seriously. He could be very cold, especially in battle. But after the fighting was over, medicine was almost even a duty. Especially among friends, perhaps Blackstone's one empathy was for those receiving medical care. Even on occasion an enemy would receive treatment from Blackstone if he made it to a care facility... and Blackstone's unconventional tactics usually made sure that it never got that far. He was fond of head shots. Blackstone stood up and turned his attention to the princess, who was sitting in a corner shaking profusely, muttering silent prayers. Being the de facto physician, Blackstone set to tending her wounds; a gaping hole in her thigh and a burn on her face. Blackstone wrapped a tourniquet softly around her leg, though the blood flow had slowed significantly at this point. He gave her a blanket and treated her for shock. She had likely lost about 15% of her blood, putting her in early stages of shock from blood loss. Compounded with her psychological composure, she seemed to have almost lost cognition of her surroundings. Blackstone applied bacta to the wound on her thigh after cleaning it, then moved onto the face. She looked into his eyes almost blankly as he touched her, like a frightened animal. Blackstone quickly broke the eye contact, minimizing the chance that he might grow some sort of pity. The only reason he treated her wounds was because she was required alive and unspoiled... Though she did have a pretty face. She flinched as Blackstone swabbed a cleaning solution into the burn on her cheek, removing the charred flesh. The bleeding started anew and Blackstone quickly applied Bacta to heal the skin. The fact that she was crying wasn't too bad, either, as the tears actually were rather healthy for the wound. Blackstone wiped her face from dirt and tears, and she felt it in wonder, as if the concept of a wound was foreign to her; the healing of it even more so. Blackstone stoically finished his work as the LAV came back to the shuttle. It gave a sudden jolt as it stopped, sending supplies scattering and Michelle falling out of her seat. She let out a yell as she hit the floor. Jason immediately stood up and walked over to her, bending over and extending a hand. Michelle nursed her hurt leg, which she had landed on with a harsh thud, and extended a hand so Jason could help her up. Jason reached past her, and picked his blaster up off the floor. Blackstone helped Michelle up and ferried the wounded girls into the shuttle. Grabbing some extra supplies, he left the LAV and boarded the shuttle. Jason put his blaster back on the rack, alongside the others. It's condition was exactly the same as the new ones. He smiled at his own handiwork and took his seat. He went over to one of the supply cabinets and found a spare uniform which he tossed to the princess. "There's a back room over there if you want to change" he said, indicating her burnt pant leg. Michelle reached out to grab one as well, but Jason stopped her. "Aww.... But I look hideous. I'm all dirty!" She whined, returning to her seat. Jason, in his usual fashion, sighed. "I doubt a new set of clothes would help there" he muttered under his breath. Blackstone rolled his eyes as he took his seat. There they were. One agent less, one captive more. Lost some supplies, found some others. They had returned scruffy, beaten and even wounded. They had returned after their first mission, closer to each other, and closer to becoming agents for the Black Sun.
  12. Blackstone grimaced as he watched Travis expire. He felt bad for the man and his family, and thankful that he had not actually lost an agent. It was probably pretty hard on Khedryn to feel responsible for that. That said, Blackstone felt a small part of him inwardly curse Khedryn, too. They could have snuck up on the bodyguards, keeping the whole situation quick and clean, but Khedryn had made the situation an open firefight. But that was the emotion in Blackstone, and there was certainly no time for emotion at the moment. No one was really to blame for the losses but those who fired the blasts. As for guilt... Blackstone and Khedryn would have to deal with that later. Blackstone resolved to harden himself to emotion should anything further happen to his agents, sorry as he felt for Michelle. Jason walked back toward the man he had shot in the leg, who was struggling feebly. "Give it up" he said, pinning him to the ground with this foot. Blackstone rolled his eyes "Come on, Jason, we don't have time to take prisoners" Blackstone called. Jason nodded, giving the man a kick to his wounded leg, then went toward the LAV. He stopped by the front to pull a charred foot out of the front bumper then hopped into the LAV. Blackstone followed, picking up Michelle and carrying her the rest of the way to the LAV, at her protest. "Come on, I'm fine! Stop trying to be a hero" she complained. Blackstone shook his head. "I'm not trying to be a hero. You're slowing us down." Michelle sighed. "Whatever. It's really not necessary" she continued. "... But if you are going to cary me, would you mind going a little easier on the leg? It sorta hurts" she asked. Blackstone suppressed a smile. Why did she join Black Sun? This was probably not her thing. He hauled her into the LAV and set her down. Blackstone took a seat, noticing he was covered in blood. He quickly checked himself for wounds, but apart from minor abrasions, he was unharmed. Other soldiers blowing up and carrying a bleeding agent had stained his clothes, but he himself was unharmed. Blackstone surveyed the inside of the LAV. "Does anyone know how to drive this thing?" Someone apparently took the controls, as they began speeding off towards the shuttle. One obstacle down... how many more to go?
  13. ... Blackstone applied pressure on the trigger of his blaster, taking down a police officer with a shot to the neck. He squinted down the sights, bringing another target into view... So many officers... there had to be a way out of this. Jason decided against trying to damage the LAV. It could be useful to capture. Instead, he systematically started firing shots from his cover at the dumpster. A scream told him that he had made contact, and he looked to see a trooper who he had shot in the leg. Excellent. Michelle pulled the trigger on her blaster, her hand shaking. Shooting off a blaster bolt, it missed her target, punching a hole in a trash can down the street. A putrid smelling liquid started leaking out, but it was hardly noticible in contrast to the dank surroundings of the undercity. Michelle prepared to fire again, her confidence shaken (along with her hand). Trying to steady herself, she took another shot, this time hitting an officer in the foot. She rolled over to some debris from the laser cannon's shot, then emerged, ready to fire again... Blackstone was about to squeeze the trigger on his blaster when both concussion grenades went off. Blood and shrapnel flew across the street. Blackstone was knocked back by the explosion, soon accompanied by a severed arm that landed on him. He gingerly picked himself up, removing the limb. Keeping low, Blackstone slowly moved through the debris. He looked down in disgust to find himself flecked with bits of debris, burt flesh and blood. Quickly wiping himself off, he resolved to take a good shower at the earliest opportunity. But that wasn't important at the moment. He looked around for the rest of his team, glancing nervously at the arm, wondering who it belonged to. The slap of running feet on the pavement and nervous calls indicated that the Taris police were routed- retreating on foot. Blackstone advanced, nervously. "Everyone, regroup at the LAV" he called, his comlink still not working. He stepped gingerly over dead and dying bodies, slowly making his way to the LAV. Hopefully it was abandoned. Jason was at first taken off guard by the explosion, but like any good soldier, he knew how to react. Ducking behind the dumpster, he was showered in a wave of dust and debris. Holding his breath, he brought his shirt up to his face and took a couple breaths with the makeshift filter. He then sat back, brushing the dust out of his face, and resumed his position. Just because something exploded that didn't give everyone the right to jump out of cover. There could still be more out there. Carefully, he crept from cover as he saw Blackstone making his way across the battlefield. When he saw the Taris police routing, he stood up and approached Blackstone. "Well done. Instincts... could have been better. Be on your guard at all times. Including now. They could still be here" he said, surveying the landscape. Blackstone nodded, taking a nervous glance around the street. "Oh, yeah. Forgot about that" he responded quickly. "Where's Michelle?" he asked, looking through the debris. Jason smirked "You're the commander. She's probably back there somewhere..." he said, indicating the place where they had taken cover. "..Hiding" he finished under his breath. Blackstone started walking over to that area "You check the LAV, make sure there's nothing left there" he called over his shoulder. "My thoughts exactly" Jason responded. "Besides, it could be useful if it's still operable." Michelle had just been aiming down her blaster when the grenades exploded. Thrown back by the blast, she took a piece of metal shrapnel in her arm. The cover she was behind was not very suitable, and the impact blew it back. When the second grenade impacted, a lamppost fell, and she felt a searing pain in her leg, coupled with the sound of a sickening crunch. She tried to scream, or at least call out for help, but she found herself choked by the dust. Her leg pinned under the lamppost, she carefully tried to extract herself from the pile of rubble. Every time she moved, however, a sharp pain moved up her leg and she let out a whimper. Eventually, she gave up and lay back on the ground. Looking to her right, she saw her blaster was broken. Feeling at her belt, she sighed in relief to see that her pistol was still intact. She heard voices and the sound of running feet. Unsure who had just won, she wasn't sure if she should reveal her position. Rather than wait to die or be captured, Michelle took out her pistol and fired a shot up to see if she could attract some attention. Blackstone whirled around at the sound of the gunshot, aiming down his sights he was about to fire, but saw no enemy to shoot at. Looking down at the ground, he saw a hand poking up from behind a large pile of rubble. Moving over, he found Michelle, pinned under some debris and a large lamppost. Blackstone slung his blaster over his shoulder and extracted her from the wreckage. Coming from one of the galaxy's leading producers of bacta had it's advantages, and Blackstone had a fair knowledge of medicine. He set her down on the pavement and quickly surveyed her wounds. A piece of metal shrapnel sticking out of her arm... several abrasions and cuts... it looked like her tibia was cracked and her fibula possibly broken as well. Blackstone proceeded to carefully remove the piece of metal lodged in her arm. "Jason, can I get some help over here?" he called. Jason looked over from the LAV, nonchalantly. He nodded and started walking over, but suddenly stopped. He turned around, drew his blaster pistol and fired three shots at a pair of officers who were making a getaway. One took a shot to the head, the other was hit deliberately in the leg. "I'll get back to you later" he grinned, and came to Blackstone's assistance. Michelle grimaced "Aw, this was my good jacket, too" she joked feebly. She inhaled sharply and bit her lip as the shrapnel was removed, blood flowing freely from her arm. Her jacket was now not only torn up significantly, but it had several dark red blotches on it's left arm. Jason put pressure on the wound, trying to stem the bleeding. He kept a wary eye, surveying his surroundings at all times. Every few seconds he would twitch and make a move for his pistol. "You know, we should really get moving" he muttered. "I don't have time to run a hospital here" Blackstone nodded. Trying to stabilize the leg, he made a makeshift brace. "Here, Michelle, try to stand up" he said, offering his arm. He picked her up and they started walking, her legs feebly dragging on the ground. "We have to move" Jason said impatiently. Blackstone nodded and they approached the LAV
  14. Blackstone heard the screams of the civilians pouring out of the bar behind them. He continued jogging along when a crunch permeated the sounds and a fresh wave of cries rang through the air. Blood sprayed as an LAV tore through the crowds. Instinctively, Jason dove for cover as Horatio commanded the others to do so as well. Blackstone and Michelle dove at the ground, rolling away from the shrapnel of a blast from a laser cannon. Blackstone quickly surveyed the situation. Laser cannon, heavily armored transport, probably there to retrieve the princess. "Jason, copy. Do you see that alley?" he whispered into his comlink. Looking across the street he saw Jason shake his head. The LAV was scrambling their coms. Blackstone looked around to see if there was a small alley he could dive into. The LAV, while looking a little overheated, was still armored and armed with a laser cannon. The filter on the front of the LAV was humming furiously as troops poured out, filling the street. They pointed their blasters around the corridor, searching for the prey that they knew was not far off. Blackstone then quietly took aim with his blaster and prepared to fire at an oncoming officer... Michelle held her breath, mouthing a silent prayer, she looked down the sight of her blaster, straining to see in the dim light, she, too took aim at an officer who was scanning the street with his nightvision... she rested a finger on the trigger of her blaster and applied pressure... Jason took his time, waiting to hear shots from the others before compromising their position. He waited until he had found almost suitable cover by a dumpster. Not effective at hiding from the cannon, but better than nothing. He took soft, regulated breaths and slowly aimed his blaster at the LAV, eyeing the air intake on the front, he wondered if it would be vulnerable... Even the soft sob from the princess had died down. This was a fight, and she knew that she could fall victim to a blaster easily as any of them. So Blackstone surmised that she had decided to remain silent... or Horatio had simply covered her mouth. Suddenly a scream came from an officer and fire erupted in the street. Blackstone hugged the ground and reached for his belt. He swiftly pulled out a concussion grenade and rolled it toward the line of men. Had he been spotted or was this only fire trying to flush them out? Or maybe one of the others had revealed the position. Not taking chances, Blackstone prepared for the sound of the explosion and took aim with his blaster to return fire... <>
  15. Blackstone felt an internal conflict going on. On one hand, he was just doing his job. On the other, it was very hard to focus when the sobs of the princess were permeating the street. He wished he could just give her an anesthesia. Not only would he not have to think about her, but it'd shut her up. She was more annoying than a crying child on a shuttle. That said, the whine of the sirens drowned even that out, reminding Blackstone of the more important matter at hand. He couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her, but that was certainly an issue he could deal with later. Michelle was obviously conflicted on this matter, too. The girl didn't seem too different from her. They might have even been friends under different circumstances, she pondered. Nah. she thought, I'd never make friends with a crybaby. She was perhaps not the most hardened or experienced warrior- on the contrary, she was a new recruit- but Michelle did have a certain spunk and love of adventure that had drawn her to joining Black Sun in the first place. Maybe she wasn't sure how she'd deal with it when times got tough, but she did know that the adventure was worth it. Jason, on the other hand, had a very cold indifference to the situation. A hardened veteran, this was just procedure. He looked forward indifferently, keeping up his firm stride. "Don't even think about it" he muttered as Michelle approached Horatio and the princess. She retracted her hand that she had extended to comfort the princess and placed it back on her blaster. Jason scoffed. Compassion. That was for the weak. Jedi. Passion. That was for the Sith. Only a true warrior could harden himself from emotion and just get the job done. "Pick up the pace" he called. Blackstone agreed, even though he was the commander of the three. They started jogging through the streets, diving down an alleyway every now and then to throw off pursuit. Blackstone stopped for a moment while passing a bar. He kicked down the door. "What are you doing?" Jason asked sharply "Come on, hurry up" he said, starting to continue following the group. "Yeah, what's going on?" Michelle asked, looking around nervously. "We should really get going" Blackstone nodded without turning to look at them. He through a gas canister through the door and fired some shots inside. Hopefully that would cause enough chaos to cause any pursuers to be distracted or perhaps thrown off for a few moments. Jason smiled and nodded, and the three continued making their getaway.
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