I apologize for not posting Saturday.... was a pretty busy day. Anyways, because of that I'm posting Saturday's post late today and plan on posting Tuesday's tomorrow...
And now for a good, old-fashioned chase scene... except you soon realize that chase scenes are hard to write and that it would be so much "easier" and better in a movie, but oh well.. chase scenes are still fun...
Part XXIII: The Chase is On!
Date: Amanela 11th, 114 A.U.
Zarien pressed his foot hard against the pedal and turned his body some to move the hover motorcycle around curve. If he could only get to the 7th District of the Mothership, he could get to the escape pods and get the heck out of the Mothership. Where he would go, Zarien did not know. But he knew this much. There was nothing for him left here. All of his companions were dead. There was nothing left for him.
He heard a noise behind him and swerved to the side to see a bolt of lightning rush past him and smash into a hovercar ahead. Debris went flying and Zarien ducked his head down as he moved past the explosion before keeping his eyes ahead on the road. He didn’t have much time.
Swerving to the side to avoid other cars, Zarien looked behind him at the orc navigating after him, and tried to make out the number on the golden band around his head to see how good he was. But Zarien couldn’t make it out from this far of a distance. And he didn’t want to get any closer to that orc than he already was.
Number 997 swerved past the cars as he kept his eye on the elf up ahead. He couldn’t let him get away; Unyihi would have his head for that. A car moved up in front of him, blocking his way. Number 997 nearly panicked. Slowing his motorcycle down and shooting out a web of electricity, he quickly hijacked the car’s system to move it to another lane before stepping down again on the pedal to speed up past the car and after the fleeing elf. Number 997 wondered where the elf was trying to get. He wouldn’t have much chance alone in the Mothership.
The communicator on Number 997’s wrist buzzed. “Number 997, this is Unyihi Garum. The rebels have been destroyed. Where are you? Over!”
“Number 997 to Unyihi Garum, zar!” Number 997 replied. “I’m chasing the last rebel down the high way! We’re currently passing through District 5 right now upwards through the districts. Backup would be appreciated. Over!”
“Back up will be sent. Keep your eye on that elf, over!” Unyihi responded. And then the communicator was silent.
Rule 74: Always keep your full attention on your target.
Keeping his eyes locked on the fleeing elf, Number 997 swerved from side to side to try and catch up with the elf, but he couldn’t get very far. The elf kept maneuvering so as to keep out of his grasp. Number 997 gnashed his teeth. The elf had probably had plenty of experience with this, and he—he had none. And Number 997 feared Unyihi’s rage.
Unyihi kicked at the elf’s body and the elf groaned. Unyihi gestured to two elves, a male and a female elf and snapped his fingers. “Take these two to Emperor Jaigran for questioning!” he snapped. “Everyone else clean up this place and look for other information! I’m going to go take down that last elf!” Quickly leaving the rebels area, Unyihi made for the District Three Transit Station. Each district had a transit station where a super-powered train ran through quickly transporting people from district to district.
Normally, although it was speedy, it could be a long wait depending on the schedule, but Unyihi didn’t care. He could tinker with the train’s machinery to get it to come to District Three fast enough. And it would be the way that he’d be able to catch up with Number 997 to take down the last elf and to crush the rebel’s opposition once and for all.
Finally, Zarien flew by the sign for District Seven, having survived multiple attacks from the orc, including one from the orc electrically controlling a car to try to send it crashing into him. The orc had almost gotten attacked by the inhabitants of the car for that, but, unfortunately, he’d managed to get away.
Spinning the wheel, Zarien flew down a side road that had a sign of leading to the escape pods. He just had to get in one of the escape pods and get away—and fast. Zarien drew his gun. Shooting madly, he shot down the two surprised guards and whizzed through the open gate, looking at the lines of hatches to the escape pods. Quickly deciding what course of action he would take, Zarien brought his legs around and leapt off of the motorcycle, nearly falling face first, but barely managing to level himself on the side walk. Zarien dashed over to an escape pod and hit the button, opening the door, as the orc flew through the gate on his motorcycle.
Leaping into the escape pod, Zarien barely avoided a bolt of lightning and made for the controls. He would start by shutting the doors of the escape pod, but he knew that the orc would too easily reverse that with his lightning powers. He just had to get out of the Mothership and leave. And fast.
Zarien’s hand hit the blast off button as he heard a noise behind him. As the escape pod’s engines roared, Zarien suddenly gave a scream and arched his back as electricity pulsed through him. His quivering hand barely managing to keep a hold of his gun, Zarien shot backwards and the pulsing electricity stopped as the escape pod dropped, having left the ship, and plummeted down through the air.
Zarien spun around as he grabbed for the wheel to see the orc a bit dazed. The orc pointed his finger at him, but Zarien shot first, the bullet breaking through the orcs glove and into his hand. The orc gave a cry, and fell back as Zarien leapt forward, unheeding the quick descent of the escape pod, and grabbed the orcs other hand, twisting his other glove off. Without his gloves to conduct his powers, the orc was helpless. Zarien turned back toward the controls, ignoring the dazed orc, whom Zarien thought might possibly come in handy if he was chased, though probably it would more be when they were chased. Zarien put his hand on the steering wheel and looked forward before beginning to control the escape pod. He was free from the Mothership—but Zarien was sure that their battle was far from over.
Question of the Week:What is your favorite thing about the Christmas season?
And now for a good, old-fashioned chase scene... except you soon realize that chase scenes are hard to write and that it would be so much "easier" and better in a movie, but oh well.. chase scenes are still fun...
Part XXIII: The Chase is On!
Date: Amanela 11th, 114 A.U.
Zarien pressed his foot hard against the pedal and turned his body some to move the hover motorcycle around curve. If he could only get to the 7th District of the Mothership, he could get to the escape pods and get the heck out of the Mothership. Where he would go, Zarien did not know. But he knew this much. There was nothing for him left here. All of his companions were dead. There was nothing left for him.
He heard a noise behind him and swerved to the side to see a bolt of lightning rush past him and smash into a hovercar ahead. Debris went flying and Zarien ducked his head down as he moved past the explosion before keeping his eyes ahead on the road. He didn’t have much time.
Swerving to the side to avoid other cars, Zarien looked behind him at the orc navigating after him, and tried to make out the number on the golden band around his head to see how good he was. But Zarien couldn’t make it out from this far of a distance. And he didn’t want to get any closer to that orc than he already was.
Number 997 swerved past the cars as he kept his eye on the elf up ahead. He couldn’t let him get away; Unyihi would have his head for that. A car moved up in front of him, blocking his way. Number 997 nearly panicked. Slowing his motorcycle down and shooting out a web of electricity, he quickly hijacked the car’s system to move it to another lane before stepping down again on the pedal to speed up past the car and after the fleeing elf. Number 997 wondered where the elf was trying to get. He wouldn’t have much chance alone in the Mothership.
The communicator on Number 997’s wrist buzzed. “Number 997, this is Unyihi Garum. The rebels have been destroyed. Where are you? Over!”
“Number 997 to Unyihi Garum, zar!” Number 997 replied. “I’m chasing the last rebel down the high way! We’re currently passing through District 5 right now upwards through the districts. Backup would be appreciated. Over!”
“Back up will be sent. Keep your eye on that elf, over!” Unyihi responded. And then the communicator was silent.
Rule 74: Always keep your full attention on your target.
Keeping his eyes locked on the fleeing elf, Number 997 swerved from side to side to try and catch up with the elf, but he couldn’t get very far. The elf kept maneuvering so as to keep out of his grasp. Number 997 gnashed his teeth. The elf had probably had plenty of experience with this, and he—he had none. And Number 997 feared Unyihi’s rage.
Unyihi kicked at the elf’s body and the elf groaned. Unyihi gestured to two elves, a male and a female elf and snapped his fingers. “Take these two to Emperor Jaigran for questioning!” he snapped. “Everyone else clean up this place and look for other information! I’m going to go take down that last elf!” Quickly leaving the rebels area, Unyihi made for the District Three Transit Station. Each district had a transit station where a super-powered train ran through quickly transporting people from district to district.
Normally, although it was speedy, it could be a long wait depending on the schedule, but Unyihi didn’t care. He could tinker with the train’s machinery to get it to come to District Three fast enough. And it would be the way that he’d be able to catch up with Number 997 to take down the last elf and to crush the rebel’s opposition once and for all.
Finally, Zarien flew by the sign for District Seven, having survived multiple attacks from the orc, including one from the orc electrically controlling a car to try to send it crashing into him. The orc had almost gotten attacked by the inhabitants of the car for that, but, unfortunately, he’d managed to get away.
Spinning the wheel, Zarien flew down a side road that had a sign of leading to the escape pods. He just had to get in one of the escape pods and get away—and fast. Zarien drew his gun. Shooting madly, he shot down the two surprised guards and whizzed through the open gate, looking at the lines of hatches to the escape pods. Quickly deciding what course of action he would take, Zarien brought his legs around and leapt off of the motorcycle, nearly falling face first, but barely managing to level himself on the side walk. Zarien dashed over to an escape pod and hit the button, opening the door, as the orc flew through the gate on his motorcycle.
Leaping into the escape pod, Zarien barely avoided a bolt of lightning and made for the controls. He would start by shutting the doors of the escape pod, but he knew that the orc would too easily reverse that with his lightning powers. He just had to get out of the Mothership and leave. And fast.
Zarien’s hand hit the blast off button as he heard a noise behind him. As the escape pod’s engines roared, Zarien suddenly gave a scream and arched his back as electricity pulsed through him. His quivering hand barely managing to keep a hold of his gun, Zarien shot backwards and the pulsing electricity stopped as the escape pod dropped, having left the ship, and plummeted down through the air.
Zarien spun around as he grabbed for the wheel to see the orc a bit dazed. The orc pointed his finger at him, but Zarien shot first, the bullet breaking through the orcs glove and into his hand. The orc gave a cry, and fell back as Zarien leapt forward, unheeding the quick descent of the escape pod, and grabbed the orcs other hand, twisting his other glove off. Without his gloves to conduct his powers, the orc was helpless. Zarien turned back toward the controls, ignoring the dazed orc, whom Zarien thought might possibly come in handy if he was chased, though probably it would more be when they were chased. Zarien put his hand on the steering wheel and looked forward before beginning to control the escape pod. He was free from the Mothership—but Zarien was sure that their battle was far from over.
Question of the Week:What is your favorite thing about the Christmas season?
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