Topic: Close Call

Ishido

Date: 2009-07-02 11:04 EST
Crouched in the undergrowth, the sound of gunfire had caught Wren's attention long before it became a conscious sound. There was a pressure, a change in the air, something indefinable ingrained into her that had saved her life on more than one occasion. Perhaps it was a sensation, a feeling, perhaps it was tied into the the closeness that linked her mind with Rett's ... whatever it was, it had warned them in advance.

Months on from her little reckoning with the Alliance cruiser that had dared to hurt her lover, Wren looked nothing like the ragged little waif Rett had rediscovered during his hunt for her. Gone were the oversized clothes hanging on her body, the singular attempt to disguise her femininity by wearing as many layers as she could. Gone too was the shortness of her hair, replaced by the long layers of silk he had so berated her for cutting off in the first place. And yet beneath all of this, she was still the fugitive, still the soldier, weapons concealed upon her person ready for use at a moment's notice.

Gorram it, she'd thought the Alliance would have given up on them by now. They'd known the meet was a trap, almost from the moment the message had been delivered to them out here in the Glen. No self-respecting rebel sent a message with anyone dumb enough to demand proof that they were talking to the right people. No, Independents may be less advanced in technology than the Alliance, but what they lacked in hardware they made up for in cunning. So she and Rett had come out here, expecting to have to fight again for their freedom.

And now ... crouched in the undergrowth, she crawled forward, keeping herself undercover, towards the sound of the fire fight going on ahead of them. Peering through the foliage, she saw seven men, crates of what looked to be meds, and two others pinned down near the whore-house, a man and a woman.

Her hand rose, steadying the short-stacked carbine that came most readily to her fingers, sighting down the barrel thoughtfully. She glanced through the greenery to her side, towards the indistinct shape she knew was Rett, and sent one enquiring thought towards him.

"Gonna help them, are we?"

Rett Campbell

Date: 2009-07-04 04:51 EST
Rett remained hidden in the lush undergrowth as the gun fight ensued. Like Wren, he did not resemble the man that the Alliance had sent forth to capture his once star pupil. He had traded in his Alliance blue for jeans, t-shirts and boots. A brand new leather holster creaked softly as it pressed to his side. The blaster, once the batteries had died, was traded for a pair of matching .9mm hand guns.

He watched the gunfight as it ensued. It was clear to him that the Browncoats could hold their own and wouldn't need their assistance. The only thing keeping him there was the ship that sat just over the hill. The urge to step into the black was nearly overwhelming him. As an officer in the Alliance, he never stayed in one place for very long. Being planetside was growing boring.

"No, they're holding, and a third just came into it. Just watch and wait. Talk to them after they've dispatched the last few. Maybe we can get off of this rock, with them.

Rett then moved closer to Wren. With hot lead whizzing about, he felt the need to protect her. Pulling her close to him, he shielded her away from the stray bullets that happened to fly their way. "Just hang tight, it's almost over."

Ishido

Date: 2009-07-04 18:34 EST
A few months ago, Wren would have objected to his protectiveness, thinking it an insult to her ability to look after herself. But living in close proximity with someone teaches you a lot, and she knew now it had nothing to do with her abilities, and everything to do with his fear of losing her again. So she crouched, leaning under his protective arm, letting him shield her as she studied the ship, ignoring the firefight for now.

"It's a Stardrone ... one of the older models," she murmured to him, one hand leaning comfortably on his knee. But for the occasional yell as someone got hit by the flying bullets, they could have been just an ordinary couple out here in the forest glen. "What d'you reckon - the three winning are crew?"

She jerked her chin towards the waning firefight, impressed by the skill of the two men, and tried her damndest not to laugh at their overly protective attitude towards the woman. She may have been bleeding, but she wasn't dead on her feet.

Wren nudged Rett with a grin. "You ever treat me like that, I'll break your teeth," she chuckled, pointing at the trio through the foliage.

Rett Campbell

Date: 2009-07-11 14:45 EST
Rett watched the firefight with his arm around Wren's shoulders. If he had a bucket of popcorn, it'd be just like movie night. Mud colored eyes trained on the three that were hidden behind a boulder and he nodded slowly. "Yes, the ship's there's. And they've been treated like niu shi."

Turning to display a warm smile to Wren's threat, he laughed. "I already do, Wren. I'm just more subtle about it." Chuckling, he placed a kiss to her temple. "I know what damage you can do." A quirk of his brow, then his attention was back on the retreating trio. "They're going to make a run for it. I'm sure they'll be back, though."

Letting her go, he turned and sat on his behind in the tall grass, legs folded in front of him. "It could be dangerous, for us, and for them, if we ask for passage on the ship." He plucked a blade of grass and held it up between his thumbs. "But we both want back up there, don't we, bao bei?
'

With a soft laugh, he brought his hands up to his mouth, pressing the blade of grass to his lips. He blew across the blade of grass, causing it to vibrate and emitting a very loud, shrill whistle.