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Cromartie Sarkissian
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"...So the security footage...will show that I didn't actually do anything, right? I mean, I just kind of stood here, to be honest," Battler commented lightheartedly. Obviously, he didn't actually plan to stick around with all that fire around. Like everyone else, the sorcerer had only one option. Jump about seven feet. For being the "last option" it certainly wasn't exactly a daunting task. Turning into golden butterflies, Battler vanished and reappeared inside the Serenity II.
Distance was no match for teleporting.
"Aiding and Abetting"
The Hitman seemed to mumble moments before the Spellcaster left the scene; The Novas had sent people to the stasis prisons for worse. It was, of course, true that he was on the verge of committing the same crime himself, and thus risking the same fate, but risks had to be taken
The Hitman seemed to mumble moments before the Spellcaster left the scene; The Novas had sent people to the stasis prisons for worse. It was, of course, true that he was on the verge of committing the same crime himself, and thus risking the same fate, but risks had to be taken
Lucifer looked at him and arched an eyebrow. So, this man was a smuggler, well, that wasn't what he expected at all too.
He paused as he thought about this deal.
He wasn't paying much attention, but his instincts told him to step back and he was right because as soon as the man was done, he was killed by a blast and that meant bad things.
He looked at the chaos and how everything had been burned, well, there was only three things to do. Rescue Sarah, Rescue the Sith Lord and take the gold, but perhaps not in that order. He looked at Peter Quill and he bit down. " Mr.Quill, take Ms. Connors back to the ship, I will be taking the gold and our unconcious sith lord," he said, not caring that he was revealed. He wasn't quite ready to die. Quill nodded and went to Sarah to help her get to the ship and escape.
He teleported to three feet below, teleported the gold to the Serenity two and went back to the burning room. He coughed as he emerged, the things that he did for the Goodkin kid. He found the knocked out Sith Lord and teleported them into the serenity 2. Hopefully, the others could get on fine, his telporting was running out and there was no way he could teleport Mr. Critchon, and the other two To be quite honest, that had taken a year or two off of Cameron's lifespan of some plus years. He hoped Mr. Quill could get on the ship with Ms. Connors, otherwise, he would use his last teleport on them.
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With Gold finally on the ship, all Lucifer had to do was deal with the dozen thermal detonators attacked to the supply, ready to blow the second Serenity to high Hell. If he did have some sort of experience with bomb detonation, he would find that the explosives were tied together with gun powder, which had been frozen and entwined into a string. It seemed to encase a majority of the Gold, and, if cut, would spill over the floor, increasing the damage an explosion would cause....
The Time Lord inhabiting Sebastian Shaw's body sat down, smiling, confidently. He'd poured himself a glass of Goldfinger's finest wine, and was rather relaxed for someone who was standing in a burning building.
"Well, that went well."
But The Master had no fear of flames. In fact, he'd been burnt to death on the planet Sarn once-at The Doctor's hands, or course. So this bonfire really wouldn't have much of an impact.
But before he left, he had some business to attend to.
Firstly, he scooped the bottle of Wine off of Goldfinger's desk. It wasn't the best he'd ever tasted, but it'd do.
Secondly, he clicked his fingers. "Oddjob. You've got a new Master. And you will obey me." Controlling the manservant's mind was elementary. Some men had mental defences from The Master's powers, well built mental blockades and walls. Oddjob's on the other hand, could've been made of Lego.
Time was running out. One last task. Goldfinger's computer was high-tech, and The Master's fingers danced across the keys. He had to find out who this Sebastian Shaw was-his occupation, his background, what power he had. But the roaring flames cut his search short. He bounded out of the room, towards the ship.
"You're going to follow me back to my ship Oddjob. And we'll interrogate you there."
A 7-foot jump, that'd be a problem. From hat he knew of Shaw, the human would never be able to make that distance. Nor would Oddjob, for that matter.
But wait! he thought. What of that Richards boy? He could surely stretch his body to form a bridge across!
He could see him now, legs stretching, easily vaulting over the gap, and landing on the other side.
'Richards!" he called out, trying not to let his desperation show. "Make us a bridge across! Come on, you'd be dead without me. I rescued you from the Kyln in the Battle TARDIS!"
Richards merely smirked from the doorway of the Serenity II. "Now why on Earth would I care about you? You threw me across the Kyln!"
But his scanner would give him that answer. Earlier, it had been severely damaged, but now, it was in working order. His scanner danced around Shaw's form, revealing something very interesting. Regenerative cells. Expanded psychic intellect. Sebastian Shaw wasn't there. Someone, or, more likely, some thing, was wearing his body like a puppet. But a puppetmaster with those capabilities intrigued The Maker enough to reluctantly stretch his body across the gap, forming a strong enough bridge for The Master and his companion to sprint across.
As Richards coiled his body back into the Serenity II, he whispered to the Time Lord. "I know you're not who you say you are. What are you really? What do you want with that man's body?"
"Dear boy, I come from a hyper-advanced species of aliens who can travel through Time and Space. Keep your mouth shut, and do as I say, and I'll tell you all of their secrets..."
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Oddjob turned around, his absent minded smile returning to his face. The subservience of the man-servant could not be brought under normal circumstances, neither could his loyalty, but this was, by all means, not a normal circumstance.
Oddjob seemed to follow Shaw around like a lost puppy, mimicking his actions almost perfectly as he made his was towards to claret cupboard
Their first mistake
Once the doors had been opened, the trial of spilled wines and dripping brandy seemed to ignite at a terrifying rate, forming a path of fire directly towards the alcohol store. It was only a feat of luck that Richards was able to form his bridge in time, and further luck that The Master was able to cross it, before the tongues of red spat their foul toxins across the room.
Boom
The entire left wall of the building was gone, destabilizing the entire tower's structure. Auric Enterprises' Nar Shaddaa factory seemed to lean for a moment, pivoting at its center point snapping bamboo, before succumbing to a total collapse
"NO"
Hit had to think fast- to save who he could- with the use of another time freeze. But no, he had expended too much energy during the laser deflections of 2 minutes prior...he would be lucky if he could maintain in the timeless state for more than 0.1 seconds
But he had to try
The flames fades into glass once more, this time Hit pushing himself even further into his limits-- and beyond. He threw Sarah's coach out of the building and into the Serenity II's oval doorway with a great deal of strain; he was not used to dividing his power so. Next came the Predator, the wild beast in armor; a simple grab of the wrist would allow the Master Assassin to ferry the Alien across the chasm. Caesar, Longshot, everyone was out mere breaths before the tower became ash...
What luck
Turning back towards the crumbling colossus, the master Assassin cracked a smile for the first time in a decade
"Not all that glitters, Auric...Not all that glitters"
****
Chapter 3.5- Never Enough
Sarah awoke with a start, frantically clawing at the air around her. Damn, another nightmare had seized her. She thought she was finally claiming control over he subconscious, beating out her own inferiority and fear with hard work and focus...yet that was not the case
She had been drowning in a late, blinded by the cloudy, stagnant water. Her body was numb from the neck down, most likely caused by the chilling cold she had felt from the neck up. It was unbarable, like nothing she had ever felt before; none of the guns, the pull ups, or all the body armor in the world could free her from that feeling of helplessness...
But it was just a dream, and nothing more
She peeled herself off of the ship's floor, her face aching, her head spinning. Sparks seemed to fly from every console like fireworks, burning, orange rain. The air tasted like filth and gunpowder, even more so than the Kyln. All the sweat, all the blood- she had actually thought that she would finally be free from the odour
All around her she could see the crew, her crew, being thrown around like ragdolls in a play pen, flying from wall to wall...yet she stayed the same- steady. Was she really so badly concussed that her dizziness countered the turbulence?
Once she had summoned the strength to sit up, she ran a head count-
Yes, everyone was accounted for
The majority of the crew were at their posts, holding on for dear life while Hoban struggled to raise the ship from its nose dive. A new, strange figure loomed over him, perfectly level among all the chaos. Tall, purple, wearing an armored trench coat; it was as if the alien had been dressing up as Kyle for Halloween...
"Do you think you can regain control, Pilot-San?"
"What does it look like I'm doing, Ballgown? How about you try to carry an entire shuttle?"
"I would be, had my energy not been spent"
"Just like a thought..."
Hoban pulled and flicked desperately at the array of buttons on the ship's control desk, sweat pouring down his cheeks. No, he was not about to let this happen again-- he did not care how many systems he had lost to the debris damage; he would keep the ship in the air if it was the last thing he did
"What...happened?"
The mother of the Resistance stumbled across the ship, and into the vacant co-pilot's seat; she was not worth much as a driver, but it was better to have a concusses mother helping pilot the Falcon than nobody at all
"Goldfinger made an attempt to blackmail your crew into completing a task for him- your helmet clad ally tried to defy him...things escalated"
He made a gesture towards the crater were the building had once stood his his left arm
"Wait...Who are you?"
"A source from the League-- we can talk later. For now, we have more important things to worry about..."
"True-- I dont think I can keep this girl in the air for much longer-- we're gliding down pretty steadily" The ship rocked as two plasma bolts came in hard with the Serenity II's outer rim "But I cant do it with those Novas on our tail"
"So shoot them down"
"Can't- our cannons were the first things to go when the tower came down on us..."
"Then...someone is going to have to go onto the roof to take them down manually"
A suicide mission by any other name...
(Mobile Update)
Oddjob seemed to follow Shaw around like a lost puppy, mimicking his actions almost perfectly as he made his was towards to claret cupboard
Their first mistake
Once the doors had been opened, the trial of spilled wines and dripping brandy seemed to ignite at a terrifying rate, forming a path of fire directly towards the alcohol store. It was only a feat of luck that Richards was able to form his bridge in time, and further luck that The Master was able to cross it, before the tongues of red spat their foul toxins across the room.
Boom
The entire left wall of the building was gone, destabilizing the entire tower's structure. Auric Enterprises' Nar Shaddaa factory seemed to lean for a moment, pivoting at its center point snapping bamboo, before succumbing to a total collapse
"NO"
Hit had to think fast- to save who he could- with the use of another time freeze. But no, he had expended too much energy during the laser deflections of 2 minutes prior...he would be lucky if he could maintain in the timeless state for more than 0.1 seconds
But he had to try
The flames fades into glass once more, this time Hit pushing himself even further into his limits-- and beyond. He threw Sarah's coach out of the building and into the Serenity II's oval doorway with a great deal of strain; he was not used to dividing his power so. Next came the Predator, the wild beast in armor; a simple grab of the wrist would allow the Master Assassin to ferry the Alien across the chasm. Caesar, Longshot, everyone was out mere breaths before the tower became ash...
What luck
Turning back towards the crumbling colossus, the master Assassin cracked a smile for the first time in a decade
"Not all that glitters, Auric...Not all that glitters"
****
Chapter 3.5- Never Enough
Sarah awoke with a start, frantically clawing at the air around her. Damn, another nightmare had seized her. She thought she was finally claiming control over he subconscious, beating out her own inferiority and fear with hard work and focus...yet that was not the case
She had been drowning in a late, blinded by the cloudy, stagnant water. Her body was numb from the neck down, most likely caused by the chilling cold she had felt from the neck up. It was unbarable, like nothing she had ever felt before; none of the guns, the pull ups, or all the body armor in the world could free her from that feeling of helplessness...
But it was just a dream, and nothing more
She peeled herself off of the ship's floor, her face aching, her head spinning. Sparks seemed to fly from every console like fireworks, burning, orange rain. The air tasted like filth and gunpowder, even more so than the Kyln. All the sweat, all the blood- she had actually thought that she would finally be free from the odour
All around her she could see the crew, her crew, being thrown around like ragdolls in a play pen, flying from wall to wall...yet she stayed the same- steady. Was she really so badly concussed that her dizziness countered the turbulence?
Once she had summoned the strength to sit up, she ran a head count-
Yes, everyone was accounted for
The majority of the crew were at their posts, holding on for dear life while Hoban struggled to raise the ship from its nose dive. A new, strange figure loomed over him, perfectly level among all the chaos. Tall, purple, wearing an armored trench coat; it was as if the alien had been dressing up as Kyle for Halloween...
"Do you think you can regain control, Pilot-San?"
"What does it look like I'm doing, Ballgown? How about you try to carry an entire shuttle?"
"I would be, had my energy not been spent"
"Just like a thought..."
Hoban pulled and flicked desperately at the array of buttons on the ship's control desk, sweat pouring down his cheeks. No, he was not about to let this happen again-- he did not care how many systems he had lost to the debris damage; he would keep the ship in the air if it was the last thing he did
"What...happened?"
The mother of the Resistance stumbled across the ship, and into the vacant co-pilot's seat; she was not worth much as a driver, but it was better to have a concusses mother helping pilot the Falcon than nobody at all
"Goldfinger made an attempt to blackmail your crew into completing a task for him- your helmet clad ally tried to defy him...things escalated"
He made a gesture towards the crater were the building had once stood his his left arm
"Wait...Who are you?"
"A source from the League-- we can talk later. For now, we have more important things to worry about..."
"True-- I dont think I can keep this girl in the air for much longer-- we're gliding down pretty steadily" The ship rocked as two plasma bolts came in hard with the Serenity II's outer rim "But I cant do it with those Novas on our tail"
"So shoot them down"
"Can't- our cannons were the first things to go when the tower came down on us..."
"Then...someone is going to have to go onto the roof to take them down manually"
A suicide mission by any other name...
(Mobile Update)