The Sith Juggernaut threw her lightsaber into the face of the advancing Jedi guardian, knocking the man onto his back before he could really put up a fight. The ray shield bridge under him flickered as its timer began to run out. The smuggler running past began blasting with his pistols but was soon pulled to the Sith through the force only to be cut down in a brutal series of lightsaber slashes.
Right as the Jedi guardian was getting to his feet another guardian ran past him before stopping mid-stride. Her hands went to her throat as it began to close, invisible hands gripping her neck tightly as she was lifted into the air.
The other Guardian could do nothing but watch helplessly as he finally got to his feet only for the bridge to turn off beneath his feet. The two plummeted down the chasm below them, their screams growing faint as neither had any way of saving themselves or the other.
The Sith turned her eyes towards the last of the four that had tried to breach her defences. A trooper just managing to get into his stance as he aimed the rotary cannon in his hands towards the sith before a sudden weightlessness overtook him when the sith simply gestured towards him with an open palm. She watched with amusement as the trooper tumbled over the side and down the chasm after the two Jedi.
With a flourish, she turned her red lightsaber off and began to pace a little at her end of the bridge. Seeing the new force arrayed against her. A guardian and a consular stood there, flanked by four more troopers in heavy armour. The Sith gnashed her teeth at them and right as she was about to yell “Bring it on!” a streak of light shot across the bridge and hit the sith squarely in her face.
The unexpected bolt tore through her remaining health and she fell limp down onto the floor. A large rectangle appeared then with the words, defeat at its top in bold red letters.
“Since when do the rep’s have snipers?” I yelled at the screen only to hear Lukas snickering like a child on the other end of the discord call. I sighed and looked out at the pitch-black night and the blizzard that had landed on the coast.
“Seems the troopers on the other side didn’t want to let you heal up before they made their move huh?” He teased as the PVP match ended and we both went to the central hub station for the game.
I leaned back in my chair and huffed a little. “They could have let me live if there were only seconds left anyways.” I grouched.
“Ah, still the sore loser I see.” Lukas chuckled as his character jumped around my own on my screen. His not so subtle way of making fun of me during these types of situations.
I let out an almost explosive sigh as I looked at the time. Almost ten and I hadn’t had dinner yet. “I’m thinking of calling it a night, I need food and some trashy show to calm down before bed.”
“What? Oh come on, one more game it’s the weekend right now, we can stay up late.” Lukas whined like a teenager at me.
“Now who’s immature.” I chuckled back.
“Seriously let’s keep playing, we can go to play empire at war or that Homeworld mod.” He tried to bribe me with more star warsy goodness. Yes star warsy, his words not mine.
“Nah, I’m good for tonight. I have to work on the car tomorrow anyways. I think one of the brakes is messing up.”
“You mean you’re going to watch youtube videos on how to do that tomorrow.” Lukas quipped and I had to give it to him, he was right.
“well yeah, but I also need some decent food.” I chuckled but paused at the long silence that suddenly followed. “Lukas? Luke?” I tried calling him a few times before I heard the crack of a door being kicked open and commands barked in Spanish. “LUKAS?!” I yelled into the headphones before I felt a sudden spike of dread. Then all the sudden my instincts screamed at me.
With wide eyes, I hurled myself down right as a subsonic round made a hole in my screen as I fell down onto the floor. I couldn’t believe it! Did those fuckers we dealt with in south America really track us down? How?! Why now of all times after almost a year and a half?
Without thinking I ran downstairs into the basement and ripped open the cabinet housing my guns. I was out of ammo for the Marlin so I left it as I rummaged through what I had. With a quick motion, I had the Walther q5 in a holster on my belt with a single extra magazine and one of the sawed-offs tucked into the back of my jeans as I held onto the Model 1216 and loaded it.
Sixteen shotgun shells of the slug variant, with the sawed-off, loaded with my only two dragons breath rounds and the pistol with already fifteen rounds loaded and another fifteen in the backup magazine.
I felt woefully under-equipped, no body armour or anything of the sort. I ran up the stairs right as another series of rounds went through the window, blasting the wall were the sniper most likely thought I was. The blizzard immediately sent in it’s freezing winds and snow through the opening as I took cover at the stairs, waiting and listening.
Then just as I suspected my door was kicked in and several heavily muscled men came in, all holding hunting shotguns that were legal to own in Iceland. I had to give a sigh of relief internally that they hadn’t managed to smuggle in more of their usual weapons but I put it out of my mind as I looked down my sight and let loose three slugs down the hallway leading to my front door.
The scream I heard made me smile as I moved low and down the same hallway. Stopping as two more men swung from either side of the door and aimed down the hallway I was in.
“Merde!” I cursed as I flung myself into one of the rooms but not before I felt the small buckshot pellets take a small chunk out of my outer thigh as I dove for cover. I kept from screaming out from the pain as I gripped the Walther q5 and put six rounds centre mass into the over-eager asshole that ran to the room to finish the job.
I was in my kitchen and I hurried to pull my fridge down to have some cover as the second man came around the door frame and fired without looking. His caution making him shoot wildly without giving a chance to fire back before his shells ran out and he took cover behind the wall again. Then I popped up and let loose two slugs at head height on either side of the door frame, getting the guy on my second shot. I had counted five in the house so far with the sniper outside, I still had to deal with two more before even thinking of dealing with the sniper.
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A few flourishing curses came from the hallway as I stayed in cover for a few tense seconds, I guessed I hadn’t killed the first man I had shot at. I stood and made my way low to the door frame and took a quick peek down the hallway only to see the first man writhing on the floor, part of his side missing. I was amazed he was still alive but another slug to the head dealt with it.
I went back into cover and turned the magazine to get the next five slugs available. I was breathing rapidly but my heart was beating in excitement and I had no idea why.
Iceland was supposed to be a very safe country and should be the last place to find anyone related to the south American drug cartels. Let alone some hitmen from them. I looked down the hallway where I had come from and noted my broken computer screen as it lay on the floor there. Was Lukas ok?
The worry put my stomach in knots but I had to worry about myself right now. If I survived I’d find the others and take some vengeance on these connard’s for hitting my teammates. I stopped breathing as I heard the heavy footsteps coming from the front door. I growled and took out the sawed-off and turned down the hallway sending out a plume of magnesium flames right into the two fuckers coming down the hallway and the plume continued down the hallway and out my front door.
I stared down my hallway, now on fire because of my momentary rage. I ran down the hall again but only made it halfway before another man stepped out into the open and fired his shotgun at me. I let loose the other dragon’s breath round right at his face but he put a few pellets into my side at short range as well.
I fell to my side and groaned as I felt the pellets in my flesh. They weren’t deep but they hurt like a mother. I aimed the SRM at the door as I tried to get up, throwing the sawed-off to the side as I pushed myself up along the wall.
No one came in this time but I suspected there might be more. Those cartel guys always did love their overkill when it came to revenge after all.
Right as I was reaching the entrance hall most of the hallway was burning but thanks to it being a stone building I didn’t need to worry about it spreading overly much. The smoke alarm was going at it now full stop, pounding in my ears with each high pitched screech of it’s warning sound. I had half a mind of turning my shotgun on it but I had to conserve ammo for now.
I focused on sight instead of hearing as I peeked just outside my house and saw one of them running for their two SUVs on the other side of the bridge leading to my little lighthouse island. Right as I lined up the shot and fired I heard a second loud bark of a shotgun and my insides were lit up with fires of agony.
Another man had waited just around the corner of my house and as I killed his fleeing companion he’d fired his shotgun right at my stomach, opening it up and sending me hurtling into the door frame only to tumble down onto my back. In my agony, I grew vindictive and I pumped the last three slugs in the magazine into his leg and chest before turning to the last five rounds.
As I lay there bleeding I knew this was it. Most of my stomach was open, there was a blizzard outside and my house was on fire. I was dead either way. It was at that time that the sniper made his presence known again as a huge blast of snow hit my face as he barely missed my head.
If all they had were Iceland legal guns then that rifle was most likely a bolt action so in my panicked, pain and adrenaline-fueled mind I dragged myself back inside and took cover before I felt my knee explode with the round placed into it as I dragged my feet back inside.
I screamed as I felt my body grow weak from blood loss. I was dying, no doubt about it. My eyes roamed the entrance hall for anything before they landed on a bag the first man to enter carried. Managing to grip it and pull it to me earned me a deep graze across my left bicep and an even weaker feeling body.
My vision was almost swimming as I opened the bag and just stared.
Inside the bag was a freaking grenade launcher made out of select parts with a thermostat looking barrel. I wondered how they’d made something like this, let alone smuggled the thing in but as I cracked it open like an old shotgun I saw the single round inside.
If I was going to die I’d take that sniper with me at least. I knew he was on top of the cars or somewhere close to there. The road that ran along the coast ran along steep rock walls after all with the only semblance of space leading to the bridge to my lighthouse.
I grit my teeth and turned from cover aiming right above the cars as I felt the heavy ‘thump’ of the launcher firing. Earning me a round into my shoulder which caused me to spin from the force and end up lying on the front steps to my house. A part of me thankful that the sniper didn't seem all that good but he was good enough to leave me in this state. Facing up at the sky on my back.
Giving me the sight of the grenade detonating against the wall and causing a rock slide that swallowed the road, the bridge, the cars and crushed the Connard that had shot me. The rumbling caused my island to tremble as some of the larger rocks landed at the base of my island or when it took the bridge down with it.
I just lay there when it all turned silent safe the crackling fire in my house and the howling winds of the blizzard as I bled to death. My breathing was ragged and growing shallower with every breath as I looked at the devastation I’d wrought.
I’d be going to hell soon but I’d taken all the fuckers with me. I was still worried about the rest of the team though, I desperately hoped they’d make it.
Right as relative calm fell over my surroundings as the eye of the blizzard passed over the loosened rocks on the other side began to rumble. I immediately thought I might have started a cascade effect or that an earthquake was also in store for my little slice of hell.
Instead, I saw a glint of gray dull metal glinting ever so slightly in the darkness before another louder rumble made the rocks begin to fall away from what lay underneath. As the large shadow rose up from the rubble I could barely believe my eyes.
The sleek and narrow dagger-shaped spaceship that rose out of the rubble made me stare wide-eyed. The ship turned towards the sea, which just so happened to be my directions as it slowly moved forwards, it’s nose already moving to above me despite its slow speed. The ship had to be at 150-160 meters long and 50-60 meters wide.
When it had halfway made it away my last moments in this life that should have been awe and wonder turned to horror as an iris slowly opened up above me.
Mechanized arms looking like tentacles with three to six fingers on each end spread out in equal spacing around the end. Like they were designed to grab onto anything the end of the tentacle touched. A few had thick blocky fingers while others had slender spike ending ones and others still something in between. And all of them were heading my way.
I screamed as I tried to drag my bleeding near limp body towards the fire raging behind me in my house. I’d rather be burned alive than be abducted for some experiments by aliens of all things!
I had just made it over the threshold when one of the intermittent tendrils gripped my leg and began to drag me back and upwards. I flailed about and kicked at it with my uninjured free leg but all that did was make it push me down before pulling back up which dislocated my hip and my knee felt like it was about to tear before the other tendrils came and gripped me tightly. I was pulled screaming and thrashing with the little strength I had left into the open maw of the Iris firing the last nine bullets of my pistol into the open light before I was turned around and the pistol ripped from my hands.
My last sight on earth was the lighthouse on fire with three dead men laying around it. Half frozen pools of blood underneath each of them. Then the iris closed and all I saw was the pitch-black room around me.
“I guess you’ll have to do.” A booming deep voice suddenly spoke up and I looked around wildly to try and see where it was coming from. Then the words clicked and the half disappointed tone the voice had, had.
Then a Tendril rose up in front of me with a glowing red tip and it attached to my forehead and my world stopped and went black.