He was breathless from being chased down the winding corridors of the bunk house. The blood from the man he shot was still on his shirt and he could hear the angry crys and hoots as a posse of terra farmers chased after him. It was a game of holo chess gone bad, the chubby scruf terra farmer didnt like to lose, he pulled out a knife, EZ-J pulled a las pistol and blew his head away. The locals didnt appreciate that and now an angry mob is bearing down on him, thirsty for blood, his blood. EZ-J needed to blow this place or risk having him self be the victim of mob justice, he counted the number of las cartridges in his pistol and kept running, only eight shots, better make them count.
As he ran to the platform he could see las fire streak all around him, good thing terra farmers dont know how to shoot worth a damn. Taking cover behind a needler he let out a volley of three shots and scored a direct hit on a terra farmer causing his guts to erupt in gore and vicera. That was enough to cause them to scatter and take cover allowing EZ-J enough time to board the needler and type in the coordinates to Terra-1. As the needler lifts off and quickly glides into the planet's stratasphere, green las beams chase it, piercing the dusky sky.
