Sticks and stones may break my bones...why didnt my INT armour help

Another Jp, From the eccentric yet dynamic duo, Chris (Chris) and SMAndy
(Jack)
Who: Keto, Chris, Jack, Cerebrum
When: After the take-off
Where: The ‘bug
"man, I love that gun.... gotta find another." Jack said, thinking of the
machine gun he found. "which reminds me, there’s a better GunBlade in
Severns place if you want it." he added, the door closed behind him, and
Chris leant against the back wall of the 'bug.
“hang on, the only GunBlade that’s better than mine is yours!” exclaimed
Chris.
Jack laughed a little. "you're right there." he said.
"exactly, so how can there be a better one?
Jack just looked at Chris, and pointed out the lack of Gunblade strapped to
his back.
Chris gawped...."Yours?" said Chris, just one word that described his
surprise.
"i can't exactly use it now can i?", he said, leaning against another wall,
and gazed through a window.
"Oh, geez man, im sorry" said Chris, patting Jack's back. "lighten up, it
could be worse"
"could it?" he said, "be serious, how am i going to be any help to the
'dwarf now?" he added, with a hint of anger in his voice. "I'm more of a
waste of space than seymour!" he almost shouted, punching the solid metal
wall, and wincing at the pain. Luckily Seymour wasn't in earshot when he'd
said that.
"Calm it man" said Chris, putting a hand on his shoulder, "there are plenty
of things you can still do, you were fab down on that planet!"
Jack ignored that comment, and turned himself round, resting his back
against the wall. "i.." he began, but he was cut off by a rumbling in the
next room. "what was that?" he asked.
Chris turned to face the wall of that room, hearing something smash, a hand
whisked down to the hilt of his GunBlade, drawing it quickly, gripping
tightly, he moved himself closer to the switch for the door.
Jack reached to the weapons locker, and pulled out a small pistol, and
checked it.
"do it" he said, aiming it as best he could.
Chris' hand flew quickly to the door panel, opening the door, there was
nothing there, so they both quickly proceeded further into the room.
Jack could draw more easily on his military knowledge without Phoenix fire,
and instinctively moved to a wall, and turned on the lights.
There was nothing there, Just a room, with a table in the centre, and a vase
that had supposedly toppled over , in a small pile on the floor next to a
table leg.
Jack gave the room a quick scan, seeing nothing, he knelt down next to the
vase.
"if this had fallen, it would be further away from the table..." he said,
looking at it.
"and it wouldn't be so compact..."
"How can we be sure, where is everyone anyway?" said Chris, turning to the
doorway, finding himself face to face with Keto and Cerebrum. "We heard a
noise said Keto"
"so did we, that’s why were here." Jack said, standing up.
“We can seem to find anything, nought to suggest anything out of place
except this vase…” said Chris, gesturing to the vase lying in pieces on the
floor.
Jack took another look at the vase. "i don't see how it could land here
after just falling.... and the inertial dampeners would stop it from doing
that anyway" he said, flicking the safety into the 'on' position on the
pistol, and pocketing it.
“Lets have a look around the room, we might find some more clues, and
thinking about it, we should tell Jay as well” said Chris.
"yeah, you tell him, i'll keep looking." Jack said, moving onto the next
room.
“You’ll need cover, Cerebrum, go and tell Jay, Keto, come with us” said
Chris.
“Don’t order me around!” protested Cerebrum.
“Do it or I will crush your light-bee” said Chris, raising his fist
menacingly.
The small group headed down the hall, to the next room. Jack drew his
pistol and turned off the safety. As the approached the door, Jack moved to
the other side of it, and put his hand on the handle.
“Lets do it” said Chris, his GunBlade raised, slowly, Jack turned the handle
to the door, and slowly but surely pushed the door.
As the door opened, Jack reached round the corner and turned on the light,
then pushed the door open the rest of the way, everyone made their way
inside.
Keto saw it first, a Zombie-like figure, rising from the shadows in the
opposite corner of the room.
"how did that get in here!?!" he exclaimed as it rose, then moved outside,
to get further away from it. Jack and Chris entered the room more, Jack
raised his pistol, and tried to aim it.
He fired a shot, it his the wall, 5 metres left of the target. “Shit” he
exclaimed and fired again, this time missing by only 3 metres. Now it was
Chris’ turn, he let loose a volley of fire from his GunBlade, making a line,
straight down the middle of the Zombie like creature, before it came too
close for comfort, Chris tried to move but couldn’t, and found himself flung
against a wall, his right arm, holding his GunBlade broken in several
places.He let out almost a yell in pain, as he was forced against the wall,
Jack knew without depth perception shooting was not a good idea, so he got
in closer, and blasted the zombie in the head with a full clip, knocking it
off its feet, and out into the hall.
“Jack” said Chris, wincing from the pain, “Do us a favour and get Keto will
you?” he finished, raising himself using his left hand, and when he was
fully standing, he grabbed his GunBlade in his left hand, still wincing from
the pain, he managed to get out loud, “You owe me come flowers Mr.!” then
marching out to find the zombie, his movement however, limited.
Jack stepped over the corpse of a corpse... and caught up with Keto,
"hey doc, get back here!" he said as he grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him
back, "Chris is hurt, and you're a doc..." he explained, as Keto tried to
get away, but Jack put his arm around his neck, and forced him to follow.
As they returned to the scene of the crime, Jack reloaded his gun, and
readied it, in his experience, zombies had a knack of getting back up.
Chris shoved a hand into his pocket whilst still holding to his GunBlade
very hap-hazardly, and withdrew a dagger , aimed as best he could despite
the pain he was in, and threw the dagger, which embedded itself in the
zombies neck, he clutched his blade harder, before he was sent spiralling
off once more, straight into a wall, breaking his nose, “It just isn’t by
fucking day is it?” he said, speaking oddly due to the breaking of his nose.
Jack came round the corner at the same time as this happened, "ooh" jack
said as he saw Chris flying into a wall, he tossed the pistol aside, and
remembered his encounter with the zombies on the Green December, and pulled
the very handy shotgun from the wall.
Once again, Chris picked himself up, his blade now hanging limply in his
left hand, “You, my friend…ARE GOING TO DIE!!!!!” said Chris, charging,
before he was hit in the shoulder, the dagger, that
Chris has thrown at the zombie, had been removed from its own neck by the
zombie, and thrown back at him. Ignoring the pain, Chris walked straight up
to it, and put his blade straight through its gut, and held it there.
Jack let go of Keto and ran at the zombie, pumping the shotgun. But as he
ran, the zombie had enough of Chris, and punched him square in the ribs,
this contact created a sound that could only be recreted by snapping a 2 by
4 over your knee... everyone nearby flinched, and chris let go of the
gunblade, which was still lodged in the zombie. It turned to face Jack just
as he got there.
"night!" he said, pointing the barrel into the zombies chin, and pulling the
trigger.
The zombie merely looked as the hole in his chin disappear, and was then
after Chris again.
Struggling a lot to raise himself, Chris stood up, reached up for the
GunBlade, and after pulling it out, shoved a hand in the hole, and on
pulling it out, a number of rather mangled, barely recognizeable human
organs came with it. “Dead yet?” he asked without looking up, and received
no answer, and upon looking up, found the answer when he was smacked around
the face. “I’ll take that as a no then….” He said, the rest of his sentence
being cut short as he heard the cracking of his left cheekbone being broken.
The Zombie laughed, as Jack started to reload, someone had thoughtfully left
it with only one shell... Meanwhile Chris was being beaten, the gunblade out
of his hand, he had to resort to hand to hand...
"have it!" chris shouted as he punched the xombie square in the jaw, the
zombie recoiled, but straightened out easily enough. A short fight began,
trading blow after blow, until the Zombie stamped on an outstretched leg,
making another sound like snapping wood, with a hint of splintering, Chris
was then hurled across the hall, something else broke as he hit... Just as
this happened, Jack was finished reloading... The zombie turned, but all
Jack had to say was "you've been erased" as he flicked a switch, and set the
shotgun to streetsweeper mode, firing 8 shells almost instantaneously at
the zombie, ripping him in twain, and almost disintegrating the upper part
of his body. "get up from that biatch" Jack said, kicking what was left of
the corpse.
Jack looked at Chris, lying in a heap at the end of the hall. "doc! get
over here NOW!!" he yelled, tossing the steaming shotgun to one side, and
running to Chris, Keto for once did as he was asked. "did you get him?"
Chris managed, before passing out from the pain.
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