Chapter 4: First Fight
“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Cere yelled at Kwest. “Can’t the police handle this?”
Suddenly, two of the five policemen were brutally shot down by streams of red laser bullets. Kwest and Cere sped toward their targets. Obviously, the gang hadn’t noticed that there were kids on their tail, or otherwise the two would be dead by now.
Another man, presumably the police squad’s leader, was demolished by a wrist rocket, and soon after, the other two alien policemen fell to the ground, a river of dark purple chasing Kwest and Cere from the bodies.
The alleyway reached an end, and the four remaining gang members halted near trash which piled up a few stories high. They turned around to notice their pursuers.
“What the-?” the leader spoke out in a voice that quickly turned to laughter. The laughter spread among the gang. “You’re just a couple of kids! Hahaha!”
“Why don’t ya just go to hell, kids!” another man yelled at them.
“You heartless thugs don’t deserve to live,” Kwest shot back at them. He tried to move, but couldn’t. He was too nervous. But soon his nervousness turned to sadness, then to anger. “Those men you guys killed back there, they did!”
“Well, they were just in the way. Like you pathetic little kids! Die!”
Kwest grabbed his plasmasword out of his belt, igniting the long lime-green blade at the end. The gang members gazed at the weapon in surprise.
“You sure about this, Kwest? You think we can take him?!” Cere yelled at him. But it was too late. The gang members drew their weapons.
A gang member pulled two E-mark blasters, which were in either of his hands. The next brought his wrist rocket launcher up to light of the alleyway. The second-in-command showed his Z-2 light shotgun, its three barrels filled with energy. Finally, their leader, with ammunition hung from his body, grabbed his blaster rifle and shot in the air, as if challenging them.
Reluctantly, Cere pulled from his utility belt a gold cylinder, pressing a rectangular button to emit a cerulean glow from the sword.
The two E-marks struck first, neither landing a hit as the two teens were already moving. Cere gashed the man’s arms slightly. The thug dropped his guns as his hands were rendered useless. Bright red dripped slowly to the ground.
“Beaten by kids, you sure suck,” the leader muttered under his breath. “Get them!” he yelled to the other two, pointing at Kwest and Cere. The men approached the teens, and the leader, using his hoverboard, climbed high to watch the battle from a distance.
One man with a darker complexion shot his wrist rockets at Kwest and Cere.
The two reacted by somersaulting with lightning-fast reflexes beneath the glimmering rocket. The two barely dodged the rocket, and the explosion sent them both flying to the ground. Kwest threw his plasmasword at the bulging weapon, slicing the dark launcher off of the man’s wrist. Kwest suddenly felt a small lurch of pain as the aftermath of the blow seared through his body. Unable to battle with rockets, the man grabbed his pistol from his holster.
The next man confronted Cere as the other stayed on Kwest. Kwest reached out, grabbing his sword from the duracrete pavement of the alleyway. Kwest jogged back to Cere’s side.
“You’re mine, kid!” the man with the Z-2 blurted out.
“Well, what do we do?” Kwest asked.
Before Cere could answer, the two dodged a shot that came between them, splitting the two apart. The enemies advanced, sending scorching hot blaster bolts flying at the boys.
Suddenly, Kwest had an idea. He ran, as fast as he could. Faster than he thought he could. There was an advantage to being smaller. Speed. The man with the pistol was clumsy, and he couldn’t hit a fast, moving target.
Kwest grimaced as a laser blast scorched his shoulder. Before another hit, he dived and lightly cut into the mercenary’s flesh, downing the man--and lurched as a bolt the size of his fist smashed into his chest.
“Ahhh!!!” Kwest screamed.
“You okay?!” Cere asked Kwest.
“Not…..really….ugh,” Kwest gasped as he fell to the ground.
The apparent second-in-command kept firing from his shotgun, snapping power packs in and out of his weapon.
Can’t get too close that guy’ll blow me to bits! Cere thought to himself. He brought his sword to bear and reached his hand behind his back. Like a boomerang, he threw his plasmasword , which flung in a circular motion, slicing through the thug’s legs.
Cere quickly rushed to Kwest’s side, to find that he’d passed out.
The frightened leader fled on his hoverboard over buildings and out of sight.
Forget that leader, I’ve got to get Kwest to some bacta, thought Cere. He quickly ran back to the S-14, got it running, and brought it to where the fallen gang members and Kwest were. He took them all aboard, making sure none of the other gang members had escaped.
Cere sped toward Galeon’s police station and dropped off the gang members, receiving an award of a few hundred gaswas. Once he got back to the apartment, he quickly gave Kwest’s wound some bacta.
I hope Kwest turns out okay, Cere thought. And I can’t believe that that guy escaped! Well, I guess things could’ve been worse……
Maybe it's bad memory, but is there a reason that the kids are such good fighters? It seems unrealistic, even if it is sci-fi.
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