1.10
Emdeman
The Atlantic Federation
- Location
- Australia
You immediately reach at your hip for your sidearm. Trying to emulate a quick draw from the motion pictures, but you've never focused on personal martial skill. You fumble undoing the holster.
Something hits you in the chest and makes you stagger. You peripheral vision picks up sudden movement. You look up and see men coming at you. The closest assassin is only a few yards away.
After what seems like eternity the service pistol finally slips out.
No time to aim. Release the safety. Pull the trigger.
Fire from the hip. The shot rings out.
Your hand jerks back from the unbraced recoil. The man in front of you falls with a grunt. A second assassin comes at you with an improvised club.
You duck under swing and attempt to counter swing the butt of your gun to strike the attacker's temple. You miss and hit his cheek instead. The blow seems to temporarily stun him.
You can't finish him off as a third man comes at you with a dirk. You don't bother trying to dodge the dagger. Too close for that. Instead you try to deflect it with your off hand seizing the wrist holding the knife. The spy doesn't miss a beat and grabs your gun hand. Both of you stare at each other while holding the others hand.
You're too slow to react and receive a knee to the abdomen. The air cascades out of your lungs as you slump, the fight going out of you. The other two come around and restrain you, throwing the sidearm away.
"You going to pay for that patrician scum", the knife wielder spits in your face. He levels the dagger at your eye level. You would say your life flashed before your eyes but that would be a lie, you just feel empty.
As he is about to plunge it in one of the assassins holding you barks out a warning. He turns his head only to get spear tackled by a familiar Sargethi. They both hit the ground, the knife cast away.
Out of the corner of your eye you see the guy you hit in the face starting to get back up.
The men holding you hesitate for moment before one of them goes for the dropped gun. With only one now restraining you, you push yourself against the sole subduer and the momentum pushes the both of you onto the ground. Struggling you kick yourself away from the man and pick yourself up.
Only to see your own sidearm pointed at you.
The spy grins and squeezes the trigger.
Something moves out of the corner of your eye and hits the assassin's shoulder. Its a steel hip flask. It came from the knife wielders direction, must be Jaimes.
The jerk the projectile causes makes the gunshot miss. You're already moving before he can get a bead on you again. You tackle the man and both of you struggle for the gun.
Unfortunately the situation looks bad for you as the two remaining assassins have picked themselves up.
Then the solid thuds of rifles ring out, downing the enemies. A couple of your scouts appear, likely drawn by the earlier shots. They knock out the man you were grappling with with the buts of their rifles. It turns out he was the last one as Jaimes had pummelled the knife-wielders face in.
You pick yourself up and dust yourself off, wincing at the new bruises.
The troopers call for more help which shortly arrives. The surviving assassins are bundled off where military intelligence will probably pump them for information on other infiltrators before being unceremoniously executed.
As you pick up your sidearm you ask Jaimes who is far less hurt than you, "why did you help?"
"You needed it, figured you wouldn't be mad anymore", he reaches for his flask and takes a sip out of it.
Thats an understatement, you literally owe him a life debt. Still, one thing bugs you, "why didn't you wait for me back at the general's HQ?"
"You didn't say to wait" Jaimes says hoarsely.
You're perplexed, you don't remember this, you're fairly sure you did say so but your memory is hazy. Perhaps you just thought you did or there was a miscommunication? You decide to give the man a pass.
"Then why did you run?" you ask curious.
"When a big man looks at you like that in my town, you hide", he says as if it explains everything.
"See to the health of the darcsen", you mention offhand to one of the soldiers about the menial still laying unconscious on the ground. No point letting him stay untreated and you're a tad grateful about the unwitting warning, a true surprise attack would have laid you low. You turn back to Jaimes.
"You saved me life… twice". You're not sure how to feel. Though grateful for being alive is a start.
Jaimes looks uncomfortable with your statement, "Aye".
"I need to find some way to repay you", you conclude.
"Sahib, I can't possibly in good conscious accept any promotions-" He quickly says before you cut him off.
"How would you like to be my valet?"
The Sargethi takes another gulp from the canteen.
[2/3]
Something hits you in the chest and makes you stagger. You peripheral vision picks up sudden movement. You look up and see men coming at you. The closest assassin is only a few yards away.
After what seems like eternity the service pistol finally slips out.
No time to aim. Release the safety. Pull the trigger.
Fire from the hip. The shot rings out.
Your hand jerks back from the unbraced recoil. The man in front of you falls with a grunt. A second assassin comes at you with an improvised club.
You duck under swing and attempt to counter swing the butt of your gun to strike the attacker's temple. You miss and hit his cheek instead. The blow seems to temporarily stun him.
You can't finish him off as a third man comes at you with a dirk. You don't bother trying to dodge the dagger. Too close for that. Instead you try to deflect it with your off hand seizing the wrist holding the knife. The spy doesn't miss a beat and grabs your gun hand. Both of you stare at each other while holding the others hand.
You're too slow to react and receive a knee to the abdomen. The air cascades out of your lungs as you slump, the fight going out of you. The other two come around and restrain you, throwing the sidearm away.
"You going to pay for that patrician scum", the knife wielder spits in your face. He levels the dagger at your eye level. You would say your life flashed before your eyes but that would be a lie, you just feel empty.
As he is about to plunge it in one of the assassins holding you barks out a warning. He turns his head only to get spear tackled by a familiar Sargethi. They both hit the ground, the knife cast away.
Out of the corner of your eye you see the guy you hit in the face starting to get back up.
The men holding you hesitate for moment before one of them goes for the dropped gun. With only one now restraining you, you push yourself against the sole subduer and the momentum pushes the both of you onto the ground. Struggling you kick yourself away from the man and pick yourself up.
Only to see your own sidearm pointed at you.
The spy grins and squeezes the trigger.
Something moves out of the corner of your eye and hits the assassin's shoulder. Its a steel hip flask. It came from the knife wielders direction, must be Jaimes.
The jerk the projectile causes makes the gunshot miss. You're already moving before he can get a bead on you again. You tackle the man and both of you struggle for the gun.
Unfortunately the situation looks bad for you as the two remaining assassins have picked themselves up.
Then the solid thuds of rifles ring out, downing the enemies. A couple of your scouts appear, likely drawn by the earlier shots. They knock out the man you were grappling with with the buts of their rifles. It turns out he was the last one as Jaimes had pummelled the knife-wielders face in.
You pick yourself up and dust yourself off, wincing at the new bruises.
The troopers call for more help which shortly arrives. The surviving assassins are bundled off where military intelligence will probably pump them for information on other infiltrators before being unceremoniously executed.
As you pick up your sidearm you ask Jaimes who is far less hurt than you, "why did you help?"
"You needed it, figured you wouldn't be mad anymore", he reaches for his flask and takes a sip out of it.
Thats an understatement, you literally owe him a life debt. Still, one thing bugs you, "why didn't you wait for me back at the general's HQ?"
"You didn't say to wait" Jaimes says hoarsely.
You're perplexed, you don't remember this, you're fairly sure you did say so but your memory is hazy. Perhaps you just thought you did or there was a miscommunication? You decide to give the man a pass.
"Then why did you run?" you ask curious.
"When a big man looks at you like that in my town, you hide", he says as if it explains everything.
"See to the health of the darcsen", you mention offhand to one of the soldiers about the menial still laying unconscious on the ground. No point letting him stay untreated and you're a tad grateful about the unwitting warning, a true surprise attack would have laid you low. You turn back to Jaimes.
"You saved me life… twice". You're not sure how to feel. Though grateful for being alive is a start.
Jaimes looks uncomfortable with your statement, "Aye".
"I need to find some way to repay you", you conclude.
"Sahib, I can't possibly in good conscious accept any promotions-" He quickly says before you cut him off.
"How would you like to be my valet?"
The Sargethi takes another gulp from the canteen.
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