Got another one up. Continuation of the one I jotted down, a while ago.
------------------------------------------------------
Thump
ThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThump"Playing hard to get, J--"
.....
"Jack?"
------------------------------------------------------
She got far. VERY far. She should've been surprised, but somehow? She wasn't. Figured as much, they'd not even try.
To her, the further she got away from the Normandy, the more she knew that her place wasn't there. Not with users.
Not with Cerberus.
Jack had been inside a club that just reopened. Chora's Den. Some other businessmen had been working to get the den's reputation back on it's feet, saying that, under new management, Chora's Den would not end up the same as it's predecessor.
The fact that the scene was all too familiar with Jack made that claim no more -- or less -- than lip service.-----------------------------------------------------
She took a table all to herself, at one of the corners of the gentlemen's club. Apart from the rest of them, she stood out, as usual. Might've helped to get a seat by herself, but it didn't stop the occasional sleazeball from playing the hotshot card with her.
But it got her thinking.
"What the ****?" Jack thought, after downing her 13th shot of of Batarian Ale.
"Do they not see the signs? Can't they see I DON'T want to be ****ed with!?""There are plenty of enough ****s in this ****hole to last the entire club. Why the hell do they keep bothering ME?""****...C'mon. You're tougher than this. You're STRONGER than this.""And if those ****s want to forget? It's. Their. Funeral."Her right hand found a grip on one of the glasses surrounding her table. She held her head low, her teeth clenching together every 2 seconds.
Across the den stood 11 men. Blue Suns. One of whom was a turian. Markings absent. He had a sling on his right arm, and his left mandible was slightly out of place, compared to the other one. The 10 other men seemed to have been following him, suggesting that he was the leader of the pack. After a few traded words to his human and turian comrades, the leader's eyes had gone across the room, to where Jack had been sitting. At that very instant, his left mandible weakly cluttered. He caught his men's attention, pointing to Jack, who was oblivious to the entire thing.
The group had made their way to her. Once they were there, they surrounded the table, with the leader taking a seat right across from her.
"...Hello, Jack." The turian spoke. Jack didn't not answer, but was fully aware of the situation.
"You may not remember me; I don't expect you too. Too busy clearing through the lot of us to get a good look."
"But I remember all too well. I remember the screaming. I remember the gunfire. I remember the destruction."
"I remember the pain of being tossed into a metal wall. I can do more than remember. I can
FEEL it."
Jack still didn't not answer. But her grip on the glass cup tightened. The turian's nerves were being aggravated by the fact that she was, evidently, ignoring him.
"You cost us a lot of money that day." The turian said, angrily.
"And I'll be damned if we don't collect every. Single. Bit of it."
Oh yeah. He was looking to get hurt. Jack's teeth tightened together even more than they already had, and the table at which she, and the turian sat, began to shake, slightly. This alarmed all eleven men, who stood guard, ready to fight. More likely ready to expect a biotic assault.
Yeah. More likely.
Jack's grip tightened to extreme levels. And as a result, the glass she had been holding shattered in the palm of her hand.
She did not flinch.
She did not wince at the pain.
Blood began to ooze from the cuts sustained from the glass' imploding, and began to paint the white metal table with a crimson red. The turian's eyes looked down, to the blood...
At that very instant, Jack's cut hand -- shards of glass embedded -- became an open palm. And that open palm was sent straight into the right eye of the leader of the Blue Suns.
The turian screamed in pain, and it was then that Jack brought the biotics, a quick field was put up, pushing the guards -- and the turian leader -- away from her. The table she sat at flipped over, conviently providing her with cover from the oncoming gunfire.
"KILL HER!" The turian, eye destroyed from the attack, had shouted. He backed away from the area, letting the others deal with this problem. Assault rifles and heavy pistols revealed, the Blue Suns began opening fire onto the table.
Needless to say, the patrons and employees cleared the hell out.
With every break, Jack got off five shots. The first took care of two Suns; one took a hit to the head, another to the throat. 9 left.
Second break, three suns. One hit in the kneecaps, then the peak of his head. One to the chest, the other to the jaw. 6 left.
Her cover was wearing out. Chunks of the table flew in front of her when every shotgun sounded off. Each blast got closer to hitting her then the others did. Jack took to one solution. She stood up, biotics flaring.
A blast knocked the remaining six onto their backs, again.
But the blast did not kill them.
More importantly, it didn't come from her.
A shocked Jack would look across the room to see a familiar figure standing in the doorway, Camifex at the ready.
"....Shepard.."
To Be Continued
Modifié par Sundown Native, 21 juillet 2010 - 10:16 .
Retour en haut
It's all speculation, so you guys that say she uses a punch, are wrong.
I'm being too picky, I think.
