This isn't going well, Kaden thought to himself as he stared up at the large mecha in front of him.
"Look, just call your commander and check it out. He wants us here. Hell, he asked us to come." The Vic'Tarian said as he stalled for time. It wasn't as though he was lying…completely. The Town Foreman had requested asylum with the Mycab Sector Government. Not like that was going to be received any better by CSI…..
This isn't going well, Liz thought to herself as she stared at the family of five in front of her. The Town Foreman – a lanky, bearded fellow with a bad left leg – stood near his young wife and three children, over-packed suitcases on the floor by their legs.
“Look," Liz said with forced patience, "The deal was for just you. Only you. We only have room for you." The Town Foreman just shook his head in disagreement, his hand intertwined with that of his soul mate's.
"We all go or you came for nothing." The Flatstone resident said flatly.
"Son of a Rayne." Liz swore loudly, quickly weighing options against duty. "Fine. If they don't keep up," Liz said, gesturing to the children, "It's your fault." The lanky human merely nodded his acceptance, and almost as one, they moved towards the door – and to freedom.
Ken was having trouble believing the blue-skinned, white-winged native in front of him. “Controller, we have a non-hostile situation here. Please advise.” Ken keyed his comm, unsure how to actually explain this situation. He glanced over to Fayne, noticed her getting into a good tactical position, her chaingun still aimed at the Mycabri that shot at her.
“Stand by, -03. Checking with Security.” Gordy’s voice sounded hollow.
“Copy. -03 and -04, standing by.” Ken confirmed, grimacing as he imagined the look Fayne was giving him from inside her mecha.
Liz glanced out the door’s viewport again, amazed that the two corporate mechas were merely standing at the ready. She hated to force conflict, but she was worried that the Corporation’s Security Team was merely stalling until more forces could be brought to bear. Looking back at the five humans behind her solved her problem. Two mecha and two Aerial Interceptors would be tough, but doable. Any more, especially in the way of heavy hitters like power armor and mechas, and they wouldn’t have a chance.
“When I tell you to, you run, and hard.” Liz said, waiting for acknowledgement from each of them. Once all five had nodded, Liz threw open the door and yelled, “Run to the ship!”
"Look, just call your commander and check it out. He wants us here. Hell, he asked us to come." The Vic'Tarian said as he stalled for time. It wasn't as though he was lying…completely. The Town Foreman had requested asylum with the Mycab Sector Government. Not like that was going to be received any better by CSI…..
This isn't going well, Liz thought to herself as she stared at the family of five in front of her. The Town Foreman – a lanky, bearded fellow with a bad left leg – stood near his young wife and three children, over-packed suitcases on the floor by their legs.
“Look," Liz said with forced patience, "The deal was for just you. Only you. We only have room for you." The Town Foreman just shook his head in disagreement, his hand intertwined with that of his soul mate's.
"We all go or you came for nothing." The Flatstone resident said flatly.
"Son of a Rayne." Liz swore loudly, quickly weighing options against duty. "Fine. If they don't keep up," Liz said, gesturing to the children, "It's your fault." The lanky human merely nodded his acceptance, and almost as one, they moved towards the door – and to freedom.
Ken was having trouble believing the blue-skinned, white-winged native in front of him. “Controller, we have a non-hostile situation here. Please advise.” Ken keyed his comm, unsure how to actually explain this situation. He glanced over to Fayne, noticed her getting into a good tactical position, her chaingun still aimed at the Mycabri that shot at her.
“Stand by, -03. Checking with Security.” Gordy’s voice sounded hollow.
“Copy. -03 and -04, standing by.” Ken confirmed, grimacing as he imagined the look Fayne was giving him from inside her mecha.
Liz glanced out the door’s viewport again, amazed that the two corporate mechas were merely standing at the ready. She hated to force conflict, but she was worried that the Corporation’s Security Team was merely stalling until more forces could be brought to bear. Looking back at the five humans behind her solved her problem. Two mecha and two Aerial Interceptors would be tough, but doable. Any more, especially in the way of heavy hitters like power armor and mechas, and they wouldn’t have a chance.
“When I tell you to, you run, and hard.” Liz said, waiting for acknowledgement from each of them. Once all five had nodded, Liz threw open the door and yelled, “Run to the ship!”