The door swooshed opened and everyone turned to look who it was.
“Hello Blast.” A helmet-less Null 1 “Slack” stood there with a huge double-handed chaingun. There was a loud whirr as he made the end spin to almost firing but then stopped it.
“Slack.” Blast greeted him coldly and stepped into the middle of the room in-between the team and the F.I.S. leader. “I’m surprised you didn’t leave with your master.”
“He required me to stay here and look after the base.” Slack replied.
Blast glanced down at the timer on his wrist that told him how long they had until the charges went off. Just over two minutes it read. He looked back at Slack. “Well; shall we?” he asked.
“No, but I shall!” Slack suddenly raised his chaingun and pulled on the trigger.
Time seemed to slow down for Blast at that point he saw the first laser fly from the revolving barrels closely followed by another and another until there was a wall of them heading for him.
Then he saw Forrel in the corner of his eye running and grabbing a viroblade from the rack next to him and then felt himself being shoved to the side and falling to the ground
and seeing the annoying idiot Forrel being bombarded by lasers where he had stood just moments before.
He heard Jelli screaming and saw Forrel’s helmet knocked off by a laser.
He saw Slack still firing.
Saw Forrel just withstanding and pushing slowly forwards through the mist of bullets.
Saw him finally reach the F.I.S. leader. Saw Slack’s face change from laughter to shock, to surprise, to terror. Saw Forrel grab him by the neck.
Saw the viroblade pierce the armour over Slack’s heart and come out his back.
Saw the chaingun drop from Slack’s hands, still revolving but slowing down. Slowing like Slack’s life. Then it stopped.
Forrel pushed the body from his blade
but as he did so, collapsed himself.
The two corpses lay in the open doorway. One friend, the other foe. Both dead. That was when time regained its normal speed. Blast stood up and looked round at everyone. Most of them just stood there staring blankly at the scene and those who weren’t were clutching at a crate or rack trying not to throw up.
Blast slowly walked over to Forrel’s body and turned him over onto his back.
“I’m so sorry. Thank you.” He whispered to the body of the man he had found so annoying but who had saved his life at the price of his own.
“O.K. People. We need to move. We have just a minute and a half to get clear of this place before we get turned to ash. Let’s go.” He made for the door but Jelli called
“We can’t just leave him here!” Blast turned and looked at her across the room.
“We have to. We can’t carry him.”
“But he saved your life!” she screamed.
“I know.” Blast said. “I know.” He repeated to himself.
“Jelli if we don’t move soon we’ll all die and Forrel’s sacrifice will have been for nothing.” Padfoot comforted her.
“No. No buts. This time Jelli you will listen to me and obey my orders. Leave him here. It’s a shame but we need to move. NOW!” Blast insisted. “Right. Everyone out. Go. Good luck and may the force be with us all.” They all moved out of the armory and after one final look at Forrel, moved away back into the corridor that lead to the huge hall.
BUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? FIND OUT IN PART 10! COMING FRIDAY 21ST MAY!