voice ordered, “Go… now !”
The Zirgesh turned his double–heart shaped head towards the Vosaia,
rapidly blinking six obsidian eyes, then scrambled to his feet while yelping in
a reedy voice, “Uh… yes, yes! Gratitude!”
As soon as the Zirgesh factory–worker reached safety, Z’arr
seemed to increase her concentration, then at her command, the dome–shaped K–Shield
angled itself and several hundred pounds of shattered glass pieces slid down to
the ground between the Vosaia and Human. Within the passage of a heartbeat, the
blue light of the kobalt infused barrier abruptly winked out of existence.
Exhaling deeply, K’llan Z’arr briefly met Avara Serros’s
eyes, then turned and sprinted down a pathway to her right between two
untouched panel scaffolds. Yet again, Captain Serros took off after her,
scrambling over crystal and durexium, joined a moment later by Perez, Naxos,
and Rygel.
“Well, this is very exciting.” Lieutenant Rygel commented as
he climbed over the large heap of glass next to Serros, blond head bright in
the warehouse’s glass–reflected light.
“Of course, it is a hunt, but we must hurry before our prey
escapes.” Lieutenant Belgrum Naxos chimed in, saurian form leaping over the
pile with almost frightening ease.
“It looks like that’s exactly what may happen.” Commander Perez
added as the four Nova Squad members watched while Z’arr once again caused a
localized explosion with a hand grenade to take out a portion of the
manufacturing building’s wall and jumped through the self–created doorway.
“Double–time, people!” Serros yelled, again pouring on the
speed, this time outdistancing her Squadmates to reach the opening just as she
caught site of Z’arr slipping into a matte–green, glass roofed sky–car that she’d
dropped to. Now the commands she issued earlier on her CPA made observable sense.
“Gonna lose her!” Marcus Perez called.
With a yell of defiance, Avara reached the edge and leaped
towards the closed sky transport, landing with a heavy thud and frantically
scrambling to catch hold of the roof. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see
the rest of the Squad slide to a halt at the splintered building wall and could
hear Perez comming Major Ca’rrakk for a fast pick up.
Z’arr immediately started swerving in wild yet fully
controlled maneuvers designed to drop her unwanted passenger, causing the Captain
to lose her grip for a moment and slip to the passenger side of the two person sky–car.
She barely caught herself before she tumbled into the night–cradled street
below. Traffic ripped the atmosphere next to her as the Vosaia driver plotted
the vehicle’s path perilously close to oncoming sky–lane traffic.
Holding on for dear life and beginning to have serious
doubts as to the merits of her plan, Captain Serros discarded the idea of
trying to use her pistol to break into the STV’s glass side–roof for fear of
harming the rogue Agent she now fully intended to capture alive. Gripping the sky–car’s
roof bar with her left hand while her feet locked onto the boarding rim and,
once again wishing she was wearing her armor, the Shield Operative resolved
herself to having to do this the hardest, rather than just the hard way.
Serros drew her MA knife–hilt from her side, thumbed the
activation button, and a split second later the hilt’s micro–assembler had flash–crafted
a durexium bowie–knife blade. With all of the Arca–infused force at her
command, Serros thrust the nine inch steel–hued knife blade down, slicing into
the glass side–roof with ease and ripping a full section away.
With a startled yell, Lieutenant Z’arr pulled the green transport
into a dizzying climb, running the vehicle far beyond its build specifications
in an attempt to dislodge the Human Captain. Almost losing her grip on the
knife, Serros grabbed the STV’s roof–lip, slicing her hand for the effort but
maintaining her hold. Once more she thrust
The Zirgesh turned his double–heart shaped head towards the Vosaia,
rapidly blinking six obsidian eyes, then scrambled to his feet while yelping in
a reedy voice, “Uh… yes, yes! Gratitude!”
As soon as the Zirgesh factory–worker reached safety, Z’arr
seemed to increase her concentration, then at her command, the dome–shaped K–Shield
angled itself and several hundred pounds of shattered glass pieces slid down to
the ground between the Vosaia and Human. Within the passage of a heartbeat, the
blue light of the kobalt infused barrier abruptly winked out of existence.
Exhaling deeply, K’llan Z’arr briefly met Avara Serros’s
eyes, then turned and sprinted down a pathway to her right between two
untouched panel scaffolds. Yet again, Captain Serros took off after her,
scrambling over crystal and durexium, joined a moment later by Perez, Naxos,
and Rygel.
“Well, this is very exciting.” Lieutenant Rygel commented as
he climbed over the large heap of glass next to Serros, blond head bright in
the warehouse’s glass–reflected light.
“Of course, it is a hunt, but we must hurry before our prey
escapes.” Lieutenant Belgrum Naxos chimed in, saurian form leaping over the
pile with almost frightening ease.
“It looks like that’s exactly what may happen.” Commander Perez
added as the four Nova Squad members watched while Z’arr once again caused a
localized explosion with a hand grenade to take out a portion of the
manufacturing building’s wall and jumped through the self–created doorway.
“Double–time, people!” Serros yelled, again pouring on the
speed, this time outdistancing her Squadmates to reach the opening just as she
caught site of Z’arr slipping into a matte–green, glass roofed sky–car that she’d
dropped to. Now the commands she issued earlier on her CPA made observable sense.
“Gonna lose her!” Marcus Perez called.
With a yell of defiance, Avara reached the edge and leaped
towards the closed sky transport, landing with a heavy thud and frantically
scrambling to catch hold of the roof. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see
the rest of the Squad slide to a halt at the splintered building wall and could
hear Perez comming Major Ca’rrakk for a fast pick up.
Z’arr immediately started swerving in wild yet fully
controlled maneuvers designed to drop her unwanted passenger, causing the Captain
to lose her grip for a moment and slip to the passenger side of the two person sky–car.
She barely caught herself before she tumbled into the night–cradled street
below. Traffic ripped the atmosphere next to her as the Vosaia driver plotted
the vehicle’s path perilously close to oncoming sky–lane traffic.
Holding on for dear life and beginning to have serious
doubts as to the merits of her plan, Captain Serros discarded the idea of
trying to use her pistol to break into the STV’s glass side–roof for fear of
harming the rogue Agent she now fully intended to capture alive. Gripping the sky–car’s
roof bar with her left hand while her feet locked onto the boarding rim and,
once again wishing she was wearing her armor, the Shield Operative resolved
herself to having to do this the hardest, rather than just the hard way.
Serros drew her MA knife–hilt from her side, thumbed the
activation button, and a split second later the hilt’s micro–assembler had flash–crafted
a durexium bowie–knife blade. With all of the Arca–infused force at her
command, Serros thrust the nine inch steel–hued knife blade down, slicing into
the glass side–roof with ease and ripping a full section away.
With a startled yell, Lieutenant Z’arr pulled the green transport
into a dizzying climb, running the vehicle far beyond its build specifications
in an attempt to dislodge the Human Captain. Almost losing her grip on the
knife, Serros grabbed the STV’s roof–lip, slicing her hand for the effort but
maintaining her hold. Once more she thrust
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