Post by JoleenotBindo on Jul 10, 2008 23:54:19 GMT -5
Alright, I haven't written a fic in a good, long time...perhaps you guys think that's a good thing. Anyway, I decided to do something with Atton. This is an AU piece dealing with Atton during his time as a sith assassin, basically I'm gonna try to turn this into a Bourne-esque thing. This was inspired by Robert, a friend of mine who helped me come up with the idea. He'll be helping me through the whole thing. If all goes well, I want to make this into three parts. I'm just gonna toss up the prologue right now.
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Prologue
Three days. Three bloody days- that's how long I've been on this bloody flying scrap heap floating in space. Hell, I have a plan to take out Wombozi...just not to get out of here. I keep trying to remind myself why this guy is so important, the guy's a Republic senator, big deal I take him out, then what? I swear, it seems sometimes that Revan just wants to kill people just to show that she can have it done.
I tucked the small datapad back into the pack I had lying next to me. It was time to make my move, time to take out the Ithorian. Grabbing the blaster from my belt I put the pack back on my back and left the bathroom where I'd hidden to make a single journal entry.
I walked down the hallway, blaster held at a forty-five degree angle from my hip. Seeing a guard walking down the hallway toward my destination I slowly crept up behind him. Once in my reach I snapped his neck with a muffled crack and dragged him into a restroom stall.
Walking the hallways as intricate as a spider's web I quickly found myself in the main lounge of the ship. For some reason Wombozi was nestled on the couch.
"Alright, now turning back now."
I came up behind him and placed the blaster to the sleeping Ithorian's head. I looked around one more time to make sure no one was nearby, the time was 23:30, there was no one but a single guard. The blaster was silenced, even if there was someone around...unless they were within five meters of me, they wouldn't hear it.
My finger nestled on the trigger, I hesitated at seeing movement, a moment later I was greeted with an Ithorian child's eyes. I stopped, my hand shaking. Then I saw Wombozi spin around on the couch, an antique slug pistol in hand.
I turned to run, knowing that he'd get a shot off before I even had a chance. Suddenly alarm bells rang and I could see several guards come rushing from behind me, blaster fire whizzing past my head. Without looking back I fired, hearing a scream as I heard a body hit the floor.
The escape pods were close, I slammed the buttons on the console and the blaster fire came nearer. Spinning around, finally free, I ran for the escape pod door that had opened. As I made it inside I felt instant pain across my upper back and fell to the ground face first. I rolled so that my back was on the floor as the doors began to shut. I fired off a few shots and stared in amazement as smoke came from the barrel of Wombozi's slug pistol...he had actually managed to shoot me with that thing. As the door shut and I felt the escape pod leave the ship I passed out, feeling unbelievable pain.
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Prologue
Three days. Three bloody days- that's how long I've been on this bloody flying scrap heap floating in space. Hell, I have a plan to take out Wombozi...just not to get out of here. I keep trying to remind myself why this guy is so important, the guy's a Republic senator, big deal I take him out, then what? I swear, it seems sometimes that Revan just wants to kill people just to show that she can have it done.
I tucked the small datapad back into the pack I had lying next to me. It was time to make my move, time to take out the Ithorian. Grabbing the blaster from my belt I put the pack back on my back and left the bathroom where I'd hidden to make a single journal entry.
I walked down the hallway, blaster held at a forty-five degree angle from my hip. Seeing a guard walking down the hallway toward my destination I slowly crept up behind him. Once in my reach I snapped his neck with a muffled crack and dragged him into a restroom stall.
Walking the hallways as intricate as a spider's web I quickly found myself in the main lounge of the ship. For some reason Wombozi was nestled on the couch.
"Alright, now turning back now."
I came up behind him and placed the blaster to the sleeping Ithorian's head. I looked around one more time to make sure no one was nearby, the time was 23:30, there was no one but a single guard. The blaster was silenced, even if there was someone around...unless they were within five meters of me, they wouldn't hear it.
My finger nestled on the trigger, I hesitated at seeing movement, a moment later I was greeted with an Ithorian child's eyes. I stopped, my hand shaking. Then I saw Wombozi spin around on the couch, an antique slug pistol in hand.
I turned to run, knowing that he'd get a shot off before I even had a chance. Suddenly alarm bells rang and I could see several guards come rushing from behind me, blaster fire whizzing past my head. Without looking back I fired, hearing a scream as I heard a body hit the floor.
The escape pods were close, I slammed the buttons on the console and the blaster fire came nearer. Spinning around, finally free, I ran for the escape pod door that had opened. As I made it inside I felt instant pain across my upper back and fell to the ground face first. I rolled so that my back was on the floor as the doors began to shut. I fired off a few shots and stared in amazement as smoke came from the barrel of Wombozi's slug pistol...he had actually managed to shoot me with that thing. As the door shut and I felt the escape pod leave the ship I passed out, feeling unbelievable pain.