Welcome back, everyone. My health has not been good this year. I've gotten sick many times throughout the year. It makes me wonder if I should make this my last Voltron story. If I do, then I do. Enjoy and review.
Galra Weaponry against the Galra
The Galra that Jack had killed had left armor and weapons, something that would come to great use. There was no possible way that he could make himself look like a Galra, just wearing the armor would not work for his ruddy skin would be noticeable. He would have to go in guns blazing and sword swinging.
Making his way to the Galra ship, Jack looked at everything going on from a nearby ridge. It looked as if the Galra were using the natives for slave labor. Such an evil could not continue. It would not continue.
With the Galra gun in hand, Jack prepared to fire. He was no stranger to firearms. He was a soldier after all, no matter how strange the weaponry he could figure it out. There was a trigger and it fired… Something, a bolt it looked as if, an oddly colored one. It was like a portable gattling gun.
Waiting for the perfect moment to fire, the Canadian soldier noticed two Galra soldiers fighting one another. This was perfect.
Firing on one of the Galra, Jack gave a grin as the soldier fell dead. Then the Galra soldiers began running in the direction the shot had come from. This was where things were going to become fun.
The soldiers all came charging with guns firing. Jack fired a few times, hitting the Galra and killing the ones that were hit. That was three killed. Eleven remained.
The approaching Galra found themselves being picked off the closer they got. By the time they were close enough the eleven had been reduced to five.
Pulling the trigger on his gun, Jack was surprised to find that no bolt would come from it. Rather than throw it aside, his use of it merely changed. He took it by the barrel and proceeded to club the Galra soldiers to death with it.
With his strength that could rival Ogma, Jack brought the gun down onto four Galra. Each time the gun came down the helmet broke along with their skulls but it was not until the fourth that the gun broke as well.
Then the fifth Galra leapt at Jack with hands outstretched. Jack drew his sword and the fifth Galra ended up leaping into a sword point.