Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-26567397-20161120191253/@comment-24852191-20161217054003


 * The man laughs at Kit.

Man: A draculina with a temper, how enticing.


 * Dizzy I look at the man.

Me: Ye...yeah! G...go to...h...hell!


 * He laughs.

Man: Fool, you said that. I have already told you that I...


 * I slam the emergency release button for the Pelican's hatch. The air in the Pelican begins getting sucked out as Kit, Anabel, and I hold on to the wall mounted seats. The man is sucked towards the opening, but grabs my leg. He yanks me off of the seat and drags me with him towards the void of space. I grab hold of the feet railing of the seats on the others side of the Pelican, stopping us. I kick him in the face several times. Finally he looses his grip and I pick my self up. As the air is completely gone from the Pelican's carrier bay the man clings onto the Pelican's entrance ramp and begins climbing back into the dropship. I quickly grab his gun and aim it at him and fire off two shoots which, in my weakened state, knock me back to the floor. The .454 caliber silver HE rounds blow his hands off and send him hurtling into space. He freezes and stops moving, the glow in his eyes going dark. I manage to close the Pelican's door before loosing consciousness. When I come to, we we in the infirmary. Kit and I are in medical chairs as Anabel watches over us with Dr. Hastings. He mutters about as does things with a large body bag at a nearby table. He looks at me.

Dr. Hastings: Ah, you have returned from the dead, again.