Only the dead have seen the end

Posted on Sun May 14th, 2023 @ 7:50am by

Mission: Starship Side Quest

***Warning Potentially Disturbing Content***

As advantageous as it was, the telepaths didn’t plan every single contingency in the man’s arsenal. Soran may be battered, bloodied, bruised and completely worse for wear, however it had activated a part of his psyche that was imperative to his survival. It had slumbered, long dormant, lying in wait for such an occasion to be called upon. It cackled in delight to be awoken. Soran Wagnor wasn’t home anymore.

He took a deep breath and flexed his arms against the restraints in an isometric hold. He could feel the straps giving out, he didn't need a lot of leeway. He worked his hands free silently, he finished freeing himself. His mind, cloudy from the chemicals they've been pumping through his veins. So he rummaged through the cabinet to find what he was looking for, he injected himself with Naloxonethin and followed it up with a dose of Adrenaline.

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What time was it? No one knew. The Orion guards were patrolling the abandoned mining station propositioning each other for tradsies for breaks for snacks or rum. They were just working a job, after all, and it wasn’t like they wanted to be there. “Giggur! I’ve heard that you’re moving to Thaggo?” Rizzom congratulated. His crackling voice- usually foreboding for an old mercenary. It served him well for their uses. The team of mercenaries did the sleaziest of jobs that even the Syndicate would admonish. Sheer luck that the crew of the Thaggo overlooked Giggur’s indiscretions and agreed to allow him aboard.

“Damn straight! I'm getting on a ship and out of this woman stealin’ business,'' Giggur announced triumphantly. Unfortunately for our new friend, Giggur, his announcement was made at a truly inopportune time, as a blade punctured through his neck a moment later. Rupturing his aortic vessel, causing it to spurt out in a blinding fashion into Rizzom’s face.

“What the hell?” had barely been spoken before the other guard hit the ground dead.

*****static oscillated across the radio waves***** =Giggur? It’s time for you to take watch on the wo’man and for Rizzo to giv’ dat bastard in the holdin’ cell his meddies=/

“Good luck with that,” the Angosian man smothered in blood grumbled as he looted the taller man’s body for his clothes and weapons. The sickly sounds of bones popped out of socket as he fished the jacket off the corpse. He took a small sharpened razor that the thing, that was once a man, undoubtedly used to shave. The Angosian spat on him. “Thanks.”

****static**** =He’s loose, I repeat, he’s loose. I found Mikthorn dead. Rizzo? Giggur?=



A squelching noise buzzed over the intercoms, followed by the sound of a low throaty laughter. “Attention fuckheads. If you weren’t panicking…” A scream of one of the mercenaries echoed down the corridor.

“You should probably run... I’m very angry.”