The six leaders still on their feet in the corridor noticed the disappearance of the shield and now with more space opened up to them, moved onto the bridge.
Blast scooped up Iadsgb’s lightsaber and deflected several shots from Iadsgb who had now stood up, as the leaders battled their way onto the bridge in pairs.
Blast could see Nightblaze lying on the ground, just outside the door, in a pool of blood. He couldn’t tell whether his friend was dead or alive but he knew there was nothing he could do to help at that moment in time.
Breaking into a run he charged at Iadsgb who kept firing at him, he blocked all of the shots but then Fixer was upon him and he had to exchange glancing blows with him.
As he did, Iadsgb grabbed his arm and began to wrestle with him, both men trying to get grasp of the lightsaber.
Jamie was knocked aside by Padfoot who then blocked an attack on Blast by Fixer, as R.K. still struggled with Iadsgb for possession of the lightsaber.
Falcon traded blows with Callum who then slowly began to back away, not sure where to turn among all of the duels.
Falcon moved slowly towards him as the F.I.S. General backed slowly up the catwalk but then Flacon spotted something below, down in the crew area;
An armored, white body, lying among smoking, sparking equipment.
“Jelli!” he screamed.
Jamie hadn’t yet re-engaged anybody and spotted his chance. In a single movement he dropped to one knee, drew his secondary weapon, a pulse blaster, and fired at Falcon.
The U.R.S. Flight Commander turned to face the fight but was hit dead in the chest by the shot from Jamie.
The pulse flipped him backwards, clean over the railings and he smashed into the damaged equipment, which had taken all it could.
In an explosion that engulfed and destroyed the far end of the catwalk, the bridge’s crew area exploded. The electronic equipment erupted and the fire scorched the ceiling.
Callum had turned and was fleeing towards the viewing window. He had no idea what he was going to do, try and hide maybe, he didn’t really know, he was panicking. But he needed have worried. He skidded to a halt as the walkway just in front of him crumbled in the explosion, debris flying everywhere.
He flapped his arms to stop himself from falling forwards and then with nowhere left to go, turned to face the way he’d come.
There, marching steadily towards him, viroblade in one hand and his blaster drawn and aimed dead ahead in the other, was Padfoot. Still marching purposefully, Padfoot fired repeatedly.
The lasers struck Callum in the chest and stomach and he doubled over and then after taking a final shot, clutching his stomach, slowly toppled backwards into the flaming chasm.
The explosion had thrown Blast’s lightsaber back up onto the deck and sent it spinning across the floor back towards them. Giving Iadsgb a hard shove in the opposite direction, Blast darted towards his saber.
Iadsgb ran after him, weapon raised. R.K. grabbed his and just in time, ignited it so that their blades met once again.
Stallion was dueling Flare, whilst Padfoot, who had re-holstered his blaster, was now taking on both Fixer and Clift at once. The seven men dueled for just a minute or so more but then Stallion ended up fighting back to back with Blast.
They bumped together and R.K. took a momentary glace over his shoulder to see who it was. Realizing, he knew he couldn’t stay there but then had an idea.
Stallion had also realized who he had bumped into and fought Flare back with a flurry of powerful attacks. He spun and went for Blast who still had his back to him.
Blast knew he would have to time everything perfectly; he had failed in his last attempt.
But this time, his plan worked.
Iadsgb lunged at him and with a twist and a flick, Blast sidestepped and drove his enemy’s lightsaber into Stallion’s chest.
Iadsgb’s eyes widened as he noticed what had happened, but he didn’t pause to grieve. With a sigh of air seeping through the fatal wound, Iadsgb removed his blade and went straight back after Blast, as the largest of the F.I.S. leaders crumpled with a final wheezing breath.
With a well-aimed kick, Padfoot sent Fixer stumbling across the room towards a gap in the catwalk railings.
He began to fall but managed to grab on to the edge of the walk and was left dangling above the flames by the strength of his arms alone.
Padfoot turned and began to help Flare in fighting Jamie Clift.
With the two men on him at once, Jamie began to tire. He got careless and felt a sharp pain as the tip of Padfoot’s blade sliced through his right cheek. He winced but could do no more about it, as his two enemies didn’t let up.
He realized at this point, however, that apart from Fixer, who was still struggling on the edge of the walk, and Iadsgb, he was the only man of the F.I.S. still standing. That thought alone made him push on and concentrate harder. He was determined to defeat the U.R.S., even if it took his life. But the combined strength of both Padfoot and Flare was wearing him out and fast.
Fixer was still hanging from the edge of the catwalk, trying to haul himself back up again. He just managed to get his knee up onto the ledge when a cry of success made him pause and look up.
“HAH!” Iadsgb shouted as Blast staggered back a few paces.
Fixer just caught sight of Blast’s lightsaber, spinning through the air, the blade retracting into it’s hilt, before it tumbled into the flames on the opposite side of the walkway to where Fixer hung.
Iadsgb moved forwards but Blast punched him in the stomach, however the hit had little effect and with a backhand to the face, Iadsgb sent Blast to the ground.
For the second time that night, Iadsgb began to beat Blast. Iadsgb kicked and punched him as he lay by his feet. Blast attempted to hold him off but to no avail. He held up his hands to try and push Iadsgb back but it didn’t work.
After several seconds more of the intense beating, Iadsgb stopped, panting and stepped away. Blast spat blood onto the walkway and mopped damp from his face. He looked up at his former friend and saw a mad gleam in his eyes - The look of victory.
“You’ve lost, Blast.” Iadsgb stated.
It wasn’t a boast. Nor even a lie. It was just a simple fact. And Blast knew it to be true.
“You have nothing left. Nobody to save you this time.”
Fixer heaved himself onto his belly on the walkway and stood, watching the two men, the heads of each army.
A few meters away, near to the door, Padfoot was grinding blades with Jamie. Both men were grimacing with the strain, Jamie visibly and Padfoot under his helmet. Flare had momentarily stepped back out of the way but then moved in again to assist.
Clift lost his concentration.
With a twist of Padfoot’s blade, Jamie’s severed hand, still clutching his viroblade, dropped to the floor.
A look of shock appeared on his face as it dawned on him what had happened and he fell to his knees, clutching his stump,
but the expression was blown away just a second later as Flare drew his pistol and fired it at point-blank range into Jamie’s face.
His body collapsed onto it’s back and Padfoot and Flare both looked over to where Iadsgb still had Blast by his feet.
Everybody remained motionless as they watched on, realizing that Blast had been defeated.
THE END IS NIGH. BUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? FIND OUT IN PART 26! COMING FRIDAY 13TH SEPTEMBER!
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