JP Chris and Jack - The deadliest of torture methods

<snip> "energizer..." he said, shuddering at the thought of the bunny, before

he threw them in the weapon.  It came back to life instantly, as he

zoomed back into the battlefield, searching for anyone worthy of a bullet.
</snip>
 
Who: Chris and Jack
Where: The Battlefield
When: Shortly after Jack began snipering
 
Jack scanned the battlefield for a minute or so, until he found a group of Welshmen hiding in a building.
  He capped one of them, as the others scarpered, running outside into the line of machine gun fire from his tactically positioned Defense team.
 
Chris meanwhile was causing chaos on the frontline. Dodging bullets here and there, he was enjoying himself, being back in action again. He grimaced as a Welsh bullet grazed his arm leaving a nasty flesh wound but continued regardless. He dispatched another Welshman before he noticed the frontline was again becoming thin again, many repair technicians and people of various other jobs has been wounded in action after the welsh had again begun to assault the dwarfers.

 
A group of Welshmen charged Chris, Jack saw this from atop his vantage point, "Duck!" he called over the Nano's, waiting for Chris' head to be lowered, as he fired a shot that tore through two of them.

 
He heard a clicking noise behind him, and gulped.
  "A little help here..." he said over the Nanos, before turning around, to come face to face with a mob of angry Welshmen.
 
Chris heard a muffled sound through the Nanos as the two Welshman fell to the ground. He quickly darted his eyes to Jack's now known hiding place. It was too long a gaze. A Welshman kicked Chris' GunBlade, causing it to fly from Chris' hand into a security Grunt's face. Chris swore under his breath as he saw the young officer attempt to pull the 5-foot long sword from the middle of his forehead while he attempted to fight the increasing number of Welshmen hand to hand.

Jack put his sniper rifle on the ground, and raised his hands, as the Welshmen began to search him.  "Hgeotthd tihwifin" they said, but Jack had no knowledge of their language, neither did he want to.
  "Uhh... what?" he asked, but got a punch in the face for it.  They picked up his rifle, and looked him over.

*Translation*

"He's got pips... he's high ranking, reckon we could hack their ship with him?"

"Worth a try"

"Besides, we might get a promotion."

*/translation*

"Sorry, I have no idea what you're saying..." Jack said, but got another punch in the face.
"We weren't talking to you!" the Welshman said, before grabbing him by the collar, and pulling him along, until jack got the idea, and walked for himself.

 
Chris didn't see Jack being led away by the Welshmen. Ordinarily he would have, but this was rather difficult at the moment. Although his GunBlade had been kindly returned to him by the dead security officer with a hole in his face, it was no longer of any use to him due to the fact that he had been placed in handcuffs and the blade remained lodged in its sheath.

 
"Llandryiunds thrstiryl!" cried one of the Welshmen. Chris' ambivalent face was now torn between confusing and amusement of a quality he'd rarely encountered before. He restrained his silent laughter before voicing his opinion.

 
<Translation>
"We've got another one. Doesn't seem to be as high as the last but he certainly knows how to fight, I'd say he's their security officer"

"Let's keep him and use them both"
</Translation>
 
"Eh what!?" he shouted to the Welshmen. "If you're gonna talk about one of your prisoners at least have the right to do it to their face, arse! Prisoners of War Committee section 3C paragraph 84! Oh hang on, no, that's the use of stagnant Water Buffalo piss as a torture method act…" he muttered to himself.

 
"Lastheriungasrfd Qsduyf!" said the other Welshman angrily.

 
<Translation>
"He's too cocky, let's just dispose of him, he wont know as much as the other one, and he's dangerous, especially if he escapes!"

"How do you know he doesn't know as much, I say he we take him, now lets go and devour any technical information their ships might have!"

</Translation>
 
"Oi! Small cute fluffy animal rapist, what the smeg do you think you're doing?" Shouted Chris as they dragged him away from the frontline towards their main compound.

 
"We're going to be much more devious than water buffalo piss…" muttered the Welshman.

 
Chris gasped. "Not the Soapy Frogs!" he shouted, the Welshman retorting only with an evil grin.

 
"AMBER, JACK!" Chris shouted through the Nanos. "I've been captured, they're currently preparing the most deadly of illegal torture methods available to them!"

 
"Not the Soapy frogs!" replied Jack with a muffled scream.

"Hang in there, I've been captured too" jack said over the nano's to everyone else that had them.  "If we're put in the same cell, we should be able to stage an escape..." he said, as he was prodded in the back with a rifle.
  "Ok, ok, I'm walking!" he said, "sheesh..."

 
They led him to a large building, and in through a side entrance.
  He turned his head to see Chris next to him.  "Alright bro, what brings you to this part of town?" he asked, as they were forced through the door.

"I thought I'd take in some scenery..." he said, jokingly.  "Those bastards took my rifle..." he said, "so I had nothing better to do than look around."
 
He sat on one of the chairs, and relaxed a bit.
  "Might as well put your feet up, they may be a while." he joked.
 
"Hmm" muttered Chris jokingly as he was chained to the table. They were left alone in the room for a short while, before the door suddenly burst open. "Well well well, what do we have here?" questioned Chris sarcastically before the door opened fully and revealed something which caused a sharp change in the expression of both men.

 
"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGH!" they screamed in unison.

 
 
TBC....