into the mission, and they had to be as light and subtle as possible, that it would not have been practical to take them. But he sure wished for it now. Jafar leaned in close.
“Two sentries.”
Taylor lifted his hand and signalled the news to the others as he drew his Assegai, lifting it for all to see. It was all the message they needed.
"Let's do this quietly."
Jafar's rifle was already slung down. He had known it was the way to do it.
I wonder if my alien friend has always been so adept at fighting in a dirty and clandestine way rather than the stand up fight the Mechs seem to use. He’s so different from the regular alien soldiers that I have to assume he’s been something special from the beginning.
The heavy footsteps grew nearer and stayed at a steady pace. The slow amble of a bored security detail sweeping large areas. It reminded him of some of the mindless duties he had been given as a young officer. He'd give anything to return to those long boring details. His pulse increased as the steps grew louder until finally a gun barrel swept into view. Jafar leapt into action and thrust his Assegai up under the arm of the first, driving it deep into the creature’s torso for an instant kill.
The second creature was quick to respond by pivoting its weapon around to fire on Jafar, but with one quick kick he shoved it out the way. Before he could close the distance, the creature spasmed from an impact from behind. It tried to turn but was hit several more times and toppled down to the deck. Blinker stood over the vanquished body with thick blood pouring from the tip of his Assegai.
"They said never stab a man in the back, but not these things," he said with a smile.
Monty shook his head in despair.
"We're on the most important and suicidal mission of our lives, and you still find time to lark about," he whispered.
Taylor looked down at the body that had been hit by repeated thrusts through its backplate. He looked up to the cocky Private who still had a broad grin on his face.
"Should we hide the bodies?" Jones asked.
"No, there is no time," replied Jafar as he lifted his rifle back into his hands and continued on.
"You seem to know this ship well," Taylor said, joining him at the front.
"No, but all of Demiran's vessels were made in his shipyard and follow the same basic layout."
"Makes sense if he wanted to easily locate and use those secret access tunnels he has."
"Yes."
They continued on until they reached a broad door that was sealed shut.
"This is where they have sealed the ship from the damage. The only way in now is through Demiran's passageways."
Taylor lifted his arm, looking at the time with concern.
"You said we had maybe an hour to get this done. Forty-five minutes have already passed. This is getting a little close for comfort."
"The weapon takes three minutes to power up, and you will know when that starts."
"Three minutes? Let's hope we don't have to hear that sound."
"I have never heard it myself either. I only know of it from legend.”
"All right, then let's get to this secret entrance and be on our way."
Jafar was looking up and around the walls, clearly searching for some unique signature only a select knew to look for. The lighting was barely enough to get by. Clearly the K'til had some basic power back. Helpful for getting their job done, but also disconcerting knowing what they were getting the power back online for.
"You still think Demiran is aboard?" asked Taylor.
"Yes, the K'til is only ever commanded by him. It would be an insult for anyone else to have had the honour of destroying a world with the K'til."
"Great, what I wouldn't give to get my hands on him."
Jafar turned to Taylor.
"I think your chance will come before long."
Jafar turned away and followed the wall, constantly looking up and down. Taylor wasn't sure whether he was following some hidden signs or completely lost, but he dare not ask. Eventually, he stopped, reaching the vent to what appeared to
“Two sentries.”
Taylor lifted his hand and signalled the news to the others as he drew his Assegai, lifting it for all to see. It was all the message they needed.
"Let's do this quietly."
Jafar's rifle was already slung down. He had known it was the way to do it.
I wonder if my alien friend has always been so adept at fighting in a dirty and clandestine way rather than the stand up fight the Mechs seem to use. He’s so different from the regular alien soldiers that I have to assume he’s been something special from the beginning.
The heavy footsteps grew nearer and stayed at a steady pace. The slow amble of a bored security detail sweeping large areas. It reminded him of some of the mindless duties he had been given as a young officer. He'd give anything to return to those long boring details. His pulse increased as the steps grew louder until finally a gun barrel swept into view. Jafar leapt into action and thrust his Assegai up under the arm of the first, driving it deep into the creature’s torso for an instant kill.
The second creature was quick to respond by pivoting its weapon around to fire on Jafar, but with one quick kick he shoved it out the way. Before he could close the distance, the creature spasmed from an impact from behind. It tried to turn but was hit several more times and toppled down to the deck. Blinker stood over the vanquished body with thick blood pouring from the tip of his Assegai.
"They said never stab a man in the back, but not these things," he said with a smile.
Monty shook his head in despair.
"We're on the most important and suicidal mission of our lives, and you still find time to lark about," he whispered.
Taylor looked down at the body that had been hit by repeated thrusts through its backplate. He looked up to the cocky Private who still had a broad grin on his face.
"Should we hide the bodies?" Jones asked.
"No, there is no time," replied Jafar as he lifted his rifle back into his hands and continued on.
"You seem to know this ship well," Taylor said, joining him at the front.
"No, but all of Demiran's vessels were made in his shipyard and follow the same basic layout."
"Makes sense if he wanted to easily locate and use those secret access tunnels he has."
"Yes."
They continued on until they reached a broad door that was sealed shut.
"This is where they have sealed the ship from the damage. The only way in now is through Demiran's passageways."
Taylor lifted his arm, looking at the time with concern.
"You said we had maybe an hour to get this done. Forty-five minutes have already passed. This is getting a little close for comfort."
"The weapon takes three minutes to power up, and you will know when that starts."
"Three minutes? Let's hope we don't have to hear that sound."
"I have never heard it myself either. I only know of it from legend.”
"All right, then let's get to this secret entrance and be on our way."
Jafar was looking up and around the walls, clearly searching for some unique signature only a select knew to look for. The lighting was barely enough to get by. Clearly the K'til had some basic power back. Helpful for getting their job done, but also disconcerting knowing what they were getting the power back online for.
"You still think Demiran is aboard?" asked Taylor.
"Yes, the K'til is only ever commanded by him. It would be an insult for anyone else to have had the honour of destroying a world with the K'til."
"Great, what I wouldn't give to get my hands on him."
Jafar turned to Taylor.
"I think your chance will come before long."
Jafar turned away and followed the wall, constantly looking up and down. Taylor wasn't sure whether he was following some hidden signs or completely lost, but he dare not ask. Eventually, he stopped, reaching the vent to what appeared to
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