User:Pikapi/Practice

Jason felt the world around him turn to a blur as the adrenaline shot into his veins. He was running for his life, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he enjoyed what he was doing, the urge to create more mischief. On Omega, troublemaking adolescents were common, but this scenario was much more serious...

For a split second, he turned back to determine the batarians' progress.

"What? Too fast for you, four-eyes!", he bellowed across the platform.

To his surprise, the batarian slavers were closer behind then he had hoped. Jason turned back to run in haste, but found himself restricted by a metal railing. The boy grabbed the bar and let himself slide under and out, dropping onto the crowded platform below as gunshots whisked past his previous location.

Jason ducked beneath the excited crowd and took another moment to stare above, watching his adversaries halt just as he had done, before one cautiously leapt over the bar. The other remained in place, but unholstered his assault rifle, mounting it over the rim like a turret.

Although the intrusive Jason was first met by the civilians with both indifference and anger, a wave of panic swept over the crowd as they noticed the armed men. Many screamed in terror, but those closest to the gunslingers were silent, overcome with fear.

Jason took a moment to confirm his location. He was, indeed, located on a mezzanine of the local marketing district. Jason knew the area well, and could easily loose his opponents in the sprawl, maybe even steal himself a snack along the way.

To the boy's dismay, however, the scrambling civilians left a gap between himself and the batarian whom he was leveled with. The batarian did not hesitate to grasp his holstered sidearm, nor to holler some alien gibberish to his companion on the above ledge. As their weapons discharged, Jason leapt behind a makeshift crate-counter, which served him only as cover. He wished that he had enough adrenaline pumping through his blood for him to scurry through the constant spray of bullets, all of the way downstairs, but he knew well enough to dismiss that idea.

On the asteroid-based city of Omega, civilians were expected to carry a sidearm on them at all times. Few people followed this rule out of fear of the mercs, but if it applied to anyone, it applied to Jason. Without letting his mind wander, Jason pushed the first crate onto the floor in search of a firearm of his own.

Out of the first box, poured unrefined ore. Jason grabbed the edges of the box and slid the crate back into position, hoping that it wouldn't fail him. He knew that in this time, his other enemy was only closing in on him.

Jason tipped the second box over so that he could peer inside. The lid fell-off, but Jason chose not to pay it any attention. At the bottom of the second box, two bruised, rotten fruits rolled into each other. In anger, Jason tossed this box to the side and darted behind the last crate. The rotten fruits rolled out across the floor and inconvenienced the nearest batarian, who then chose to head around them.

Jason pulled the last crate along with him as he crept towards the wall behind him. As the nearest, slow-moving batarian tried to flank him, the boy kept the crate in between them.

The constant spray of bullets from the batarian on the overhead platform ceased, and Jason peered over the box for a second, noting that his enemy was reloading. Seeing this, the other batarian darted forward. Jason turned back and recoiled in surprise, knocking his cover to the ground, and out fell a barrage of coiled explosives. The batarian located on the far ledge finished inserting a new clip, and blindly opened fire on the explosives.

The energy dispersal from the explosion launched the nearest batarian over the edge and to his death, and launched the crate across the platform. In the second that the last gunman recovered from shock, Jason turned and sprinted down the stairs.