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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ankh-Morpork Guard" data-source="post: 3893298" data-attributes="member: 10079">Chapter 541: Prisoner TransferThere were hundreds of thousands of different alarms in the galaxy. The one currently echoing far too loudly around Marix was high pitched, screeching, and, if she was an Alraxian, would have had her on the ground clutching her ears at the pain of it. Her currently-human ears, though, were weak enough to pick up only enough of the sound to get her to grit her teeth and cringe at the sound.    A meter from her, within the small closet that was being used as a cell, the bound Yuuzhan Vong growled something in his native language in a very angry voice. Marix wondered if that was the only voice the Vong had, as she’d never heard anything else from them...    A pang in the Force caught her attention, and she turned to look back the direction she’d come from to see guards coming her way. Before she could draw her own blaster, the guards were firing their’s. Three blaster bolts arced towards her, and if not for the warning of the Force, Marix likely would have been hit. But thanks to it, she was able to quickly twist into the open cell, pressing against the inside wall.    The Vong struggled against its chains, trying to get to her but still unable to. It spoke again, words that were completely unintelligible to Marix...though she had a feeling none of it was friendly.    “Shut up,” she snapped at him, knowing he’d likely not understand her anymore than she understood him.    She then drew the vibroblade from its sheath on her shoulder again, holding it tightly in a reverse grip as she waited. Footsteps could be heard coming towards the door, though no other blaster bolts went past. Soon, she heard nothing, and Marix readied herself.    Out of no where, a wrist holding a blaster pistol appeared from around the corner, reaching in enough and prepared to just let off a series of random shots. Marix’s arm was just centimeters from the barrel...but her reaction was so natural that she had no trouble acting before the trigger was pulled.    Immediately upon seeing the weapon, her left arm extended out, then swatted at the weapon. The wielder didn’t lose his grip, and still fired off a quick series of loud shots, but they all hit the opposite end of the small room. Before the arm could be righted or the weapon’s owner could react at all, Marix grabbed his wrist, twisted it back the other direction until she heard a cry of pain from behind the door, then let go. The blaster pistol hit the ground just in time for a Rodian to appear in the doorway, blaster in hand and large, black eyes looking for its target.    Marix tackled the Rodian before he could even see her, driving her vibroblade into his neck as he fell on top of a human that had been coming up behind. Hearing the Force still yelling at her, she rolled off the Rodian’s corpse and swept at another figure’s legs in the same motion. A moment later, another human was on his back in the small corridor, head hitting the wall behind him on the way down with a very disconcerting thud.    Hopping to her feet just in time to hear a blaster fire behind her, Marix let the Force take hold and she attempted to sidestep the shot. Blaster bolts, however, were much faster than most humans were able to move. Because of this, Marix was unable to completely avoid the bolt. But, instead of taking the shot squarely in the small of her back, Marix felt a sharp, burning pain in her side as the red bolt of energy grazed her torso.    An inadvertent grunt escaped her, but by then Marix was already remorphing the wound. She’d had much, much worse in her life to let something like that slow her down at all.    Turning around, Marix saw that the Nikto holding the blaster rifle was, in fact, still firing. Marix dropped low, avoiding a volley over her head, and charged straight for the wrinkle-faced humanoid. In seconds, she was driving towards him, the sudden attack having shocked the Nikto into trying to swing his rifle. But Marix easily ducked under the clumsy strike and sliced upwards with her blade, opening the Nikto up from stomach to shoulder.    Hearing movment behind her, she turned to see a young, dark-haired human pushing a dead Rodian off of him and trying to get to his feet. Not wanting to deal with that, Marix drew her carbine from its holster with her free left hand.    Unlike many of the Hutt’s henchmen, she had the intelligence to actually aim. Lining up the shot, Marix squeezed off two quick shots that caught the human in the chest just as he’d finally got to his feet. The crumbling sound of his body dropping onto three other’s was the last she heard before Marix realized that only her heavy breathing and the blaring alarm was left.    The alarm was still going.    She needed to get out quickly.    [Loki.] Marix was running back to the open cell as she tried to get the attention of her old friend.    A feeling of curiosity seeped through before she heard his voice in her head. [Hmm...?]    [Forget the whole not being noticed idea.] she stopped in front of the door then looked in to see the Vong, mind working out how to do this as the Vong’s two eyes glared daggers at her. [Get outside Torno’s building as soon as you can.]    [I had a feeling you were the reason so many were headed that way...] Loki feigned a sigh. [Alright. But if I get shot on the way I’m leaving your tail behind. Blasters do hurt, you know.]    “Idiot,” Marix grumbled under her breath while stepping into the cell again and over to the Vong. Neither she nor the Vong bothered to say anything. He simply glared through his scars and tattoos at her, and she just went about the best plan she could come up with.    The best plan she could come up with ended up being quite simple.    Marix returned her vibroblade to its sheath, then turned her blaster carbine around. After a moment in which the Vong figured out what was about to happen, Marix slammed the butt of the gun hard into the back of his head. After the loud crack of blaster stock hitting skull echoed in the small room, the Vong just hung by his chains, very much unconscious.    Then, as quickly as she could, Marix went about removing the chains. Part of her was tempted to just cut off the Vong’s arms to do it, but some piece of Marix’s mind decided that was going just a bit too far. Even if that way, if he woke up, there would be no fighting back beyond very awkward, unbalanced kicks. Instead, though, Marix went the route of just shooting the damned things. It was quite simple, really, and all it took was one good, clean shot to break the chains.    Returning the blaster to her holster, Marix then took one last deep breath as a human. When she let out the breath, she was a good bit taller, had a tail, and was very definitely Alraxian again. No use hiding anymore. Besides, there was no way in any layer of any hell she would have been able to carry a two meter tall Vong, with muscles on his muscles, as a short, not-so-strong human woman. Not that lifting the Vong was that easy as an Alraxian, it wasn’t, but she could manage the weight better and not struggle to stand up...which was definitely a plus.    So now with a Yuuzhan Vong over her shoulder, Marix began the run back towards the way she’d come in, hoping to the Force that Loki had been lying about people headed to the building. Running while carrying a Vong was one thing, but fighting would be damned near impossible.</blockquote>

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