"And me without my Howitzer!"

Who: Seymour and Davie
When: After a few more minuets of running from the hound
Where: All over Deck
13
<Snip>
"Bon. An' what 'ave you done about eet?"
"Transferred him and stationed an ambush squad of Scythers on level
thirteen"
…
"Glad to see you're enjoying your work Mr. Pancake,
although I'm afraid we're going to have to interrupt you; we've orders to move
this prisoner immediately! Rebel scum will soon be here, and we really do not
want to be in the area when this squad of Scythers activate; the place will be
like a charnel house!"
<End Snip>
 
            Davie and Seymour
rounded the corner at a sprint, the prison guards were advancing quickly around
a bend in the corridor a little farther down. Davie ducked into a janitor's closet before
the guards could catch up. They heaved for breath hard, each breath bringing a
sharp thrust of pain to Davie's
cracked rib. "How much ammunition do you have left old chap?"
            Davie looked at the
bandolier draped of his exoskeleton's torso. "Uh…including what's in my rifle,
none." he said, dropping the rifle to the floor. He drew his shot gun from the
thigh holster at his side, and pumped it once. "What's the charge on your
Bazookoid like, Ambassador?"
            Seymour looked at the
Bazookoid Mk II in his hands and rolled it over. "How do I tell?"
            Davie took the Bazookoid at looked, then handed it back to
Seymour.
"You've got about fifteen shots left, then you're empty. Use this if you run
out."
            Davie handed him his
pistol, and a few extra magazines for it. Davie
groaned. "The Chief should've radioed in by now. Something must have or is
going wrong."
            Davie raised a hand to
the side of his helmet. "Chief, come in. Over."
            The radio
remained silent, save for the soft digital static of the transmission. "Chief,
I say again, come in. Over. Bugger. She's not answering. Now I know that
something went wrong."
            "What do
you think it could be?"
            "Oh, smeg
well, there is a whole number of things."
            "Well, what
do you think happened?"
            "In short,
their either alive, or their dead, or the JMC has them, or they don't."
            Seymour eyed him
worriedly while he looked at the door thoughtfully. Suddenly, Davie's radio crackled to life. "What's
happening dude?"
            "Harvey! What's up?"
            "They've
moved that jail bird you just tried to spring. You and the other team have been
ambushed."
            "Smeg, I
though so."
            "They
either have a rat in the resistance, or HQ is bugged. They seem to know every
move you're going to make."
            "Oh
beautiful. Oh, that's just great!" Davie
said angrily. "What or who did they have ambush us?" Davie
asked Harvey.
"A squad of Scythers." replied the floating, peewee bodied, alternate universe
incarnation of Holly from the other end of the radio. "Oh, shit, really!?"
            "What, my
good boy, is a Skiether?" asked Seymour.
"Scyther, I'll tell you in a minuet. What about Rosette and Amber? Are they
alive?"
            "As near as
I can tell, but--"
            "What was
that, Harv? You saying about Rosette and Amber?"
            The radio
remained silent. "Harv? Can you hear me?"
            Suddenly a
loud feedback noise blasted in Davie's
ears, and he switched it off immediately. "Smeg!! Their jamming our radio!"
            "Well
m'ladio, you've still yet to answer my question. What, pray tell, is a
Scyther?"
            Davie sighed and blinked.
"A Scyther is a kind of elite Space Corp. super soldier. They are bio-mechanoid
commandos. Cybernetic warriors. Their biologics have been genetically modified
to make them stronger, and their mechanoid parts are derived from the same tech
used to make Sims. They're all slightly different, but they've all been trained to suppress all the
warm feeling that humans humans. They're merciless, ruthless, tireless, and
vicious killing machines. Ever heard of the Bionic
Man? Make him evil and give him a ton of guns and you've got yourself a
Scyther. That pretty much sums it up. Kind of."
            Seymour looked at him in
terror. "Have you ever fought one?"
            "Once. At a
test facility on a jungle world. The JMC was working on something to make a
Scyther ten times more blood thirst or something like, but it went berserk, and
got lose. It started maiming workers and personnel. They hired me to go in an
kill it. Apparently they didn't want to lose anymore of their boys in khaki, so
decided to hire a merc. Me.
While I was there it killed twenty-seven armed soldiers, and after three days
of jungle warfare against the smegger, I finally killed him. But even then I
had to bowl him over with a freaking tank."
            "So I take
it these Slithers are pretty tough then, eh?"
            "Scythers,
and yes."
            "Think that
you could destroy a whole squad? In that armor and such?"
            "I doubt
it."
            "So what do
we do if one of these things shows up?"
            "My advice
would be…" Davie
though for a moment, "…run."
            "Run?"
            "Yeah. I
wouldn't suggest fighting the whole squad at once. If we do, fight them I mean,
we should take them down one by one, the Die
Hard way."
            Davie moved towards the
door, and peered through the crack. "In any case, Ambassador, we should be
leaving." Davie
said in a low voice as he saw he watched a four man group of prison guards pass
by the Janitor's closet. "Prep you're Bazookoid, Seymour. You'll need it in a
moment."
            "What's the
plan then?"
            "We're
heading for the exit. The one we agreed on as an escape rout. Two floors up on
Deck 13. Let's go, shall we?"
            Davie slowly opened the door, and walked out into the
corridor, with Seymour
a close second.
 
                                                            *          *          *
 
 
            Davie and Seymour
had passed up one floor already towards the elevator they had decided to use as
an escape. Somehow, they had managed to avoid the vengeful eyes and blazing
guns of the seriously smegged off prison guards. They one floor to go, and Davie led the way. He
moved up the metal cat walk, pointing his shotgun up in front of him. They were
now only a short corridor away from the escape lift. The lift was on the far
wall in between the turns of a three way corridor. Davie moved forwards, towards the lift. He
checked down both other corridors, and, seeing nothing, moved towards the lift.

            Seymour pressed the call button, and as they waited, Davie's helmet picked up
a fait sound of foot steps moving quickly up the stairs behind them. There
wasn't enough time to wait for the lift, so Davie
and Seymour
ducked behind the wall across from the lift. As they waited the doors drew
closer, in unison with the foot steps. The steps stopped at the of the corridor.
The doors pinged open, and revealed nothing inside. Who ever was at the end of
the corridor moved slowly forward to the lift. The steps drew closer, and
heavier. Davie
watched with his shot gun pointed forward, waiting for the mystery person to
come into view.
            They were
now not but a foot from being in sight, and Davie readied to pull the trigger. Davie froze, stalk still,
as a large man, a Scyther commando, came into his view. The Scyther stepped
towards the lift without checking to his sides. He eyed the empty lift
suspiciously, holding a rather large machine gun in his arms, his finger on the
trigger. He turned towards Davie and Seymour, suddenly
realizing their presence. Davie
leapt up at him, the Scyther pulled the trigger and the deafening noise from
the huge weapon pounded through the corridor. Davie pressed the side of  his shot gun against the side of the Scythers
machine gun, locking weapons with him. They pushed, and gun fire slammed into
the ceiling above them. Seymour ran into the
lift, and Davie
gave a final push to the side, knocking the gun from the Scyther's hands. Davie brought his elbow
up under the Scyther's chin, pointed his shot gun at his chest and fired. The
bionic commando fell backwards, but was far from dead.
            Davie jumped into the lift behind Seymour, and pressed the button he wanted. As
the doors slide closed, the Scyther's arm shot through the small opening,
punching Davie
in the face, hard. His exoskeleton either deflected or absorbed a good amount
of the power behind the punch, but it still felt like a freight train just
derailed in his face. The Scyther tried to pry the door open with his bare
hands. Davie
leveled his shot gun through the crack in the door and fired. The commando was
knocked back and the door closed. The lift went up, and Davie sighed gratefully.
            The doors
below them in the lift shaft exploded inwards, and the Scyther commando jumped
to the other side of the lift shaft. He pulled himself straight up the wall
quickly towards the lift. He grabbed on to the bottom with one hand, and began
to tear into it with the other. "I hate elevators!" shouted Davie, and he began to fir through the floor.
Half of the lift floor disintegrated beneath them. Davie began to reload, and the Scyther
appeared in the gapping hole in the floor of the lift. "Get down here you
smeghead!" shouted the commando as he grabbed Davie's ankle and pulled him downwards. Davie dropped his shotgun
and it slid to a corner of the lift. He grabbed on tight, his exoskeleton
allowing him to keep a tight grip with one hand, like the Scyther.
            Davie held tight with
both hands, and took a punch to the torso from the Scyther commando's free
hand. Even through the exoskeleton, the punch hurt Davie's
already cracked rib felt a fresh searing sting of pain and Davie spat out all breath. The Scyther sent
another series of punches into Davie's
midsection, and Davie
almost fell from the bottom of the lift. "Exoskeleton's are for wimps you
smegging coward!!" shouted the Scyther, growing cocky. Davie pulled back his right arm, and put the
full hard light shielded force of his exoskeleton into the punch, and hit the
Scyther hard in the head. The punch stunned the Scyther long enough for Davie to launch a series
of successful punches to his face. The Scyther's arm hung at his side and his
mouth hung slightly open.
            Davie removed a
fragmentation grenade from his bandolier, popped the pin free, and quickly
jammed it into the Cyber Warrior's mouth. Davie
grabbed the bottom of the lift with both hands, swung back, and then delivered
a devastatingly powerful kick to the Scyther's body as he tried to remove the
grenade. The commando fell down into the shaft and exploded into a hail of
flesh and machinery. The though had crossed Davie's
mind to quip a cliché like, "Should've quit while you were ahead!" or "Davie wins! Fatality!" but
he quickly pushed the though out of his mind and pulled himself up through the
gapping hole in the base of the lift.
            He grabbed
his shot gun off the floor, and his left leg dangled through the hole. Seymour looked at him
with an expression that was a mixture of shaky surprise and disbelief. Davie looked back.
"What?" he said.
 
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<OOC – Okay, you said at the end of the post "What are
Scythers?" so I figured it was pretty much what ever. Is that alright?>