"I'd say I have a way with knives, but it didn't help much," Fera grumbled, still looking upset. "When we take down Carbine I want to ventilate her sternum. Make it a sure thing."
It's been fun.
Hob stacked the container with the dirt in it and tried to hoist himself up that way.
"Thank you so much," Elra said, tears welling up in her eyes.
Lyra managed to awkwardly pat her sister's shoulder. "She'll be okay," she told them. "Her and Marruk can get through anything, but there's still a lot to process right now. Do you have anything she can do to keep herself busy? His grandpa wouldn't let us go upstairs with them, so right now all she can do right now is think and worry."
The burned container was sturdy enough to hold the container Hob stacked on it, and he could climb up into the apartment with a jump. Inside, Kyhur was lying on the floor, his back facing the window. A wrapper for a tube of spice was also lying on the floor behind him, empty.
Hob fired his blaster at the ceiling to wake Kyhur up.
The Maid
"Well... can you think of anything, Fera? I'm not exactly an off time fun time kind of person" says Laira a bit awkwardly.
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
"Well... last time I brought a friend to a cafe for lunch, things went really badly," Fera said, with a bit of a quiet laugh. "Some of the guys might have some cards - we could play pazaak, if anyone wants." She looked over at Laira. "But we might have to go to work soon..."
It's been fun.
So who's still around?
Sorry man, was waiting for the others to post and forgot that I could at least continue your scene.
Kyhur was completely unresponsive to Hob's shot, which left a large blast point up above in the poorly-constructed ceiling. Now that he had been there for a few moments, Hob could smell the stench of death, and looking at the junkie's body in front of him, it wouldn't be too hard to guess the source.
There were some stomping sound from above, followed by the sound of metal sliding on metal. The window of the room above Kyhur's had been opened, and an angry male voice shouted out, though Hob wouldn't be able to see the speaker.
"You moron, stop shooting my Forcedamned floor!"
"Go gargle a space frog you stiff!" Hob yelled back. He examined Kyhur's corpse, looking for any money or things that could be sold for money.
The spice tube near Kyhur was empty, with nothing but the wrapper remaining, making it worthless. Looting his pockets revealed quite a bit of dirt, as well as 17 credits, a flyer for a pay-per-minute com sex line, an ugly pair of glareshades, and a gold-colored promise ring. There was also a pass key for the apartment, though it was no longer able to open the door due to Hob's destruction of the door's motor controls.
Full-Conversion Cyborg
Post deleted. Getting ahead of myself.
edited 13th Feb '14 12:49:19 AM by StygianEmperor
Flesh is a design flaw.
"I have a way with words," Hiro explained. "And if my way with words fails, Laira has a way with guns."
Hey look!. Yu-Gi-Oh meets wrasslin'!