Characters: Serviceman Chung
Word Count: 242
Rating: T-ish?
Author's Note: So in the description of this story I spoke of Serviceman Chung, but I've never written about him. This drabble serves to remedy that. (still for the 100 Themes Challenge on dA)


45. Two Guns

Daniel Chung wasn't sure what had happened; one minute the Hiroshima was firing at a Reaper and the next they were all being told to gear up and get to an escape pod as quickly as possible. Now they were on the ground being swarmed by these zombie like creatures known as husks.

"You are not a cowboy shooting from the hip!" His instructor's words rang in his head, but as he dual welded his pistols, he had to disagree. Sure the two Razer's were a lot more high-tech than anything that would've been used in the late nineteenth century, and his armored boots certainly didn't have spurs, but none of that kept him from feeling like a cowboy straight out of one of the old vids that he use to watch with his grandfather as a child.

My training did not cover this, he thought to himself as he fired at a flailing husk that appeared to have once been human. As soon as the creature fell ten more seemed to take its place. After five more minutes of fighting along side his fellow crewmates, the last husk -a gnarled, quasi Salarian- was fell by two well placed pistol shots to the skull.

A small smirk played across Chung's lips as he reloaded the two guns. Sir Issac may be the "deadliest son of a bitch in space," but I plan on giving him a run for his money.


A/N: Serviceman Chung is coming, and hell's coming with him! You hear? Hell's coming with him! (Haha, that's a Tombstone reference if you were wondering.)