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Oriphiel · 05-19-2017, 05:42 AM

Chapter Three

The pirates raced down the highway with inhuman speed, withdrawing their weapons as they gained on the transport vehicles. Looking in their mirrors, the IME soldiers scanned the coming pack of neon warriors, and prepared for battle. In a flash, hatches on top of all of the transport vehicles opened, as laser turrets pushed their way out and unfolded. Soldiers climbed out of the hatches as well, mounting the turrets and opening fire. The pirates swerved to avoid their shots, while returning fire. As the transport convoy entered a tunnel, one of the turret gunners aimed his fire at the motorcyclists, forcing them to split up. The man moved right, firing at the gunner, while the woman swerved to the left, between the concrete pillars holding up the tunnel, directly into oncoming traffic.

A shot from the man’s laser pistol put an end to the gunner, silencing his turret. The woman expertly dodged the cars hurtling towards her, each honking at her frantically. Fearlessly taking her eyes off of the road ahead, she briefly glanced to the right at the transport convoy. The pirates were putting up an admirable fight, however the remaining turret gunners were still tearing them apart. Speeding up until she was ahead of the convoy, she slipped between the concrete separators once again, returning to the right lane. She then turned on her motorcycle’s auto-drive capabilities, before turning around and firing at the turret gunners. Facing the other direction, the gunners were easy targets, and the majority of them were killed within moments.

In response, two of the transport vehicles sped up, attempting to ram the woman off of the road. However, as they focused on her, they failed to notice the other motorcyclist, who had dodged the fire of the final turret and pulled up beside one of them. Firing at the tempered side window, his overcharged laser pistol melted a hole through it, wounding both the driver and the passenger. Stunned, the driver involuntarily swerved to the right, clipping the transport vehicle beside him, and both ground to a halt as sparks flew from the hoods. The drivers behind them frantically pressed down on their brakes, doing all they could to avoid crashing into them at full speed. Before long, the whole convoy had come to a stop, and the pirates wasted no time in surrounding them.

The surviving soldiers exited the transport vehicles and fired on the pirates, making a desperate last stand. The pirates dismounted from their motorcycles and left their cars, returning fire as they rushed them. Now reunited, the two motorcyclists leapt into the fray, finishing off the last of the soldiers and securing the convoy. As IME reinforcements appeared in the distance, the pirates quickly liberated the prisoners, making as much space as possible for them in their cars and on their motorcycles. The confiscated music was recovered as well, and placed into the back of a truck that one of the pirates had brought. From there, the pirates quickly departed, all going their separate ways. Though some would inevitably be killed or captured by the large group of soldiers spilling onto the scene, by splitting up they made it next to impossible for the IME reinforcements to follow and catch all of them. The two motorcyclists departed as well, each with a freed prisoner sitting behind them, holding on tightly as they accelerated through the wave of soldiers.

Exiting the highway, the motorcyclists raced through the streets of the city’s busy downtown, weaving in and out of traffic as the soldiers behind them struggled to keep up. Eventually, one of the assault vehicles pulled up beside them, and a soldier rolled down the window and began to open fire. The motorcyclists reacted by slowing down to avoid the shots. As they did so, the woman pulled out her gun and fired back at the soldier, while the man pulled out a grenade and threw it into the open window. The soldiers within the assault vehicle began to panic, trying desperately to grab the grenade and toss it back out the window. The motorcyclists quickly turned left onto a small by-street, just as the assault vehicle exploded. Most of the assault vehicles behind it crashed into the wreckage, unable to slow down in time to avoid it. One of them managed to peel off to the side, and the driver took a moment to compose himself before attempting to follow the motorcylists down the by-street. However, by then, they were long gone.

Escaping the pursuit, the motorcyclists made their way back to the bar, dropping off the two freed prisoners at a safe location along the way. Stepping inside, the atmosphere had changed completely from the reckless energy that had earlier reigned supreme. The dance floor had been cleared to make an impromptu hospital for all of the pirates wounded in the attack, and the people who had earlier been concerned with nothing more than dancing were now helping in whatever manner they could. Drinking solemnly at the bar was one of the main technicians of the communications center, a bandage sloppily covering a laser burn on his face. He had been with the group that had gone to attack the officer’s entourage and save the leader of the bootleggers. The motorcyclists sat beside him, eager to hear how his mission had gone. Rather than answer them, however, the technician simply took a drink, before shaking his head.

The mission had failed. The leader of the bootleggers had been sent to a maximum security detention compound, where he would be subjected to torture until he inevitably betrayed the resistance. Though the chances of successfully freeing him were not in their favor, the pirates had no choice but to try. The resistance was already faltering, barely surviving against IME’s relentless onslaught, and if the leader of the bootleggers gave up his considerable network of contacts, it would be too damaging of a blow for them to ever hope of recovering. Using the communication center, they sent out a call for an emergency assemblage, gathering as many willing fighters as possible, and before nightfall they had come up with a plan.

05-19-2017, 05:42 AM	#5 (permalink)
Oriphiel Ask me how! Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: The States Posts: 5,355	Chapter Three The pirates raced down the highway with inhuman speed, withdrawing their weapons as they gained on the transport vehicles. Looking in their mirrors, the IME soldiers scanned the coming pack of neon warriors, and prepared for battle. In a flash, hatches on top of all of the transport vehicles opened, as laser turrets pushed their way out and unfolded. Soldiers climbed out of the hatches as well, mounting the turrets and opening fire. The pirates swerved to avoid their shots, while returning fire. As the transport convoy entered a tunnel, one of the turret gunners aimed his fire at the motorcyclists, forcing them to split up. The man moved right, firing at the gunner, while the woman swerved to the left, between the concrete pillars holding up the tunnel, directly into oncoming traffic. A shot from the man’s laser pistol put an end to the gunner, silencing his turret. The woman expertly dodged the cars hurtling towards her, each honking at her frantically. Fearlessly taking her eyes off of the road ahead, she briefly glanced to the right at the transport convoy. The pirates were putting up an admirable fight, however the remaining turret gunners were still tearing them apart. Speeding up until she was ahead of the convoy, she slipped between the concrete separators once again, returning to the right lane. She then turned on her motorcycle’s auto-drive capabilities, before turning around and firing at the turret gunners. Facing the other direction, the gunners were easy targets, and the majority of them were killed within moments. In response, two of the transport vehicles sped up, attempting to ram the woman off of the road. However, as they focused on her, they failed to notice the other motorcyclist, who had dodged the fire of the final turret and pulled up beside one of them. Firing at the tempered side window, his overcharged laser pistol melted a hole through it, wounding both the driver and the passenger. Stunned, the driver involuntarily swerved to the right, clipping the transport vehicle beside him, and both ground to a halt as sparks flew from the hoods. The drivers behind them frantically pressed down on their brakes, doing all they could to avoid crashing into them at full speed. Before long, the whole convoy had come to a stop, and the pirates wasted no time in surrounding them. The surviving soldiers exited the transport vehicles and fired on the pirates, making a desperate last stand. The pirates dismounted from their motorcycles and left their cars, returning fire as they rushed them. Now reunited, the two motorcyclists leapt into the fray, finishing off the last of the soldiers and securing the convoy. As IME reinforcements appeared in the distance, the pirates quickly liberated the prisoners, making as much space as possible for them in their cars and on their motorcycles. The confiscated music was recovered as well, and placed into the back of a truck that one of the pirates had brought. From there, the pirates quickly departed, all going their separate ways. Though some would inevitably be killed or captured by the large group of soldiers spilling onto the scene, by splitting up they made it next to impossible for the IME reinforcements to follow and catch all of them. The two motorcyclists departed as well, each with a freed prisoner sitting behind them, holding on tightly as they accelerated through the wave of soldiers. Exiting the highway, the motorcyclists raced through the streets of the city’s busy downtown, weaving in and out of traffic as the soldiers behind them struggled to keep up. Eventually, one of the assault vehicles pulled up beside them, and a soldier rolled down the window and began to open fire. The motorcyclists reacted by slowing down to avoid the shots. As they did so, the woman pulled out her gun and fired back at the soldier, while the man pulled out a grenade and threw it into the open window. The soldiers within the assault vehicle began to panic, trying desperately to grab the grenade and toss it back out the window. The motorcyclists quickly turned left onto a small by-street, just as the assault vehicle exploded. Most of the assault vehicles behind it crashed into the wreckage, unable to slow down in time to avoid it. One of them managed to peel off to the side, and the driver took a moment to compose himself before attempting to follow the motorcylists down the by-street. However, by then, they were long gone. Escaping the pursuit, the motorcyclists made their way back to the bar, dropping off the two freed prisoners at a safe location along the way. Stepping inside, the atmosphere had changed completely from the reckless energy that had earlier reigned supreme. The dance floor had been cleared to make an impromptu hospital for all of the pirates wounded in the attack, and the people who had earlier been concerned with nothing more than dancing were now helping in whatever manner they could. Drinking solemnly at the bar was one of the main technicians of the communications center, a bandage sloppily covering a laser burn on his face. He had been with the group that had gone to attack the officer’s entourage and save the leader of the bootleggers. The motorcyclists sat beside him, eager to hear how his mission had gone. Rather than answer them, however, the technician simply took a drink, before shaking his head. The mission had failed. The leader of the bootleggers had been sent to a maximum security detention compound, where he would be subjected to torture until he inevitably betrayed the resistance. Though the chances of successfully freeing him were not in their favor, the pirates had no choice but to try. The resistance was already faltering, barely surviving against IME’s relentless onslaught, and if the leader of the bootleggers gave up his considerable network of contacts, it would be too damaging of a blow for them to ever hope of recovering. Using the communication center, they sent out a call for an emergency assemblage, gathering as many willing fighters as possible, and before nightfall they had come up with a plan. __________________ ---------------------- \|---Mic's Albums---\| ---------------------- ----------------------------- \|---Deafbox Industries---\| -----------------------------