Mercenaries-Chapter5
Star Wars Mercenaries
Chapter 5
1. If you want a disclaimer, read Chapter 4.
2. A few days after I post this, I will post all the chapters together.
Patrick
Patrick lay on the floor, his ears ringing and vision swimming. Vaguely he could hear blaster shots and shouted commands. All of a sudden there was a crash, and the amount of blaster fire coming from the stormtroopers direction lessened. He saw Gent leaning over him.
"Patrick, you there?"
Patrick groaned and sat up. "I'm here. Can we go now?"
"Yeah. Come on."
The two men and two women ran across the romm, staying low so they wouldn't attract blaster fire. They were within ten feet of the door when three stormtroopers came out of it. Patrick raised his blaster and fired, two shots that took the middle one in the stomach. Gent got the other two, but not before they were able to get a few shots off. Patrick dropped to the ground, and the bolts flew over his head. But Shala was behind him and the sight of the blaster bolts had been blacked by Patrick's body. When he looked behind, she was laying on the ground, a smoking wound in her stomach. Patrick ran back to her.
She was still breathing, but raggedly. The shot had been partially absorbed by body armor, but enough of it had gotten through to have hurt her badly. "Gent, we have to-"
Gent and Inrisa were taking cover from the crossfire in the doorway. "Get her and let's go!" he interrupted. "We've got medical facilities on the ship!"
Patrick scooped Shala up in his arms and ran for the door. He got through safely and they headed for the ship.
Gent
Gent looked at Coruscant from orbit in the bridge of the Gent's Revenge. Whoever was behind this, he thought, would pay dearly, even if Shala survived. Especially if Shala survived.
The bridge hatch opened and Inrisa stepped through. "How's Shala?" Gent asked.
"She'll make it. It was close, though."
"Good. Someone is going to pay for that."
"Yeah." She was silent for a minute. "You ever get the feeling that we shouldn't be involved in this at all?"
"Every time something happens and someone gets hurt."
"Yeah."
They were both silent for a minute, and then Gent got up and streched. "I'm going down to the medical bay. You want to come?"
"Sure."
They both strode from the bridge.