The Scarman Enigma

[|Scarecrow|]

Hurst stuck the detonator to the console and began tapping away at the small screen. It hadnt been difficult infiltrating main engineering after the Freedom Fighters had sent their ship into lockdown. Connors was elsewhere, tapping into the communications network in an attempt to scramble and confuse their enemy.
The explosive was half way primed before the bulkhead at the end of the large engine room gantry slid back into its berth and a well dressed Liberty officer entered the room, a whole array of weapons covering his body. He held a pulse rifle in his hands, but that was nothing compared to the arsenal Hurst saw slung across his shoulders. The man held up his palm computer and walked towards the fusion reactor; a large column that stood tall at the centre of the chamber. He seemed to scan it and then scan his surroundings.

Hurst ducked back, hoping that the Freedom Fighter wouldnt see her. She cursed her luck and tried to rush finishing the timer on the explosive. As she moved back towards the console however, she knocked one of the explosives containers by her foot, scraping it across the decking. The sound rang loud and true, echoing throughout main engineering.
Swearing loudly, Hurst stood up and came into full view. The man across from him seemed to be scanning one of the consoles closely. Hurst leveled her pulse rifle and fired two shots at the console. It shattered in a shower of sparks and metal, sending the man staggering backwards. A second volley of fire had the Freedom Fighter diving for cover.

Return fire suddenly lanced across the open space in between the two combatants, turning the air into a superheated frenzy of fire. Several bolts caught the consoles and terminals around Hurst before one lanced through her shoulder. She screamed in pain and dropped her pulse rifle. It clattered to the deck by the discarded explosive canister. She turned around and ducked behind another rack of computers as more fire tore across at her. She grasped the ugly wound at her shoulder with one hand whilst drawing her blaster pistol with the other. Gritting her teeth, she spun around and fired several more shots off to cover her break for the nearest Jeffries tube.

The Freedom Fighter broke cover and ran to her former position. She swore again at the prospect of not finishing the timer on the console. She deftly unclipped a thermal detonator from her belt and flung it across the room towards the enemy. She then ducked through the hatch to her left and entered the Jeffries tube. As the door slid shut, she felt the ripple of the explosion as the detonator exploded. An agonized howl followed the sound of the blast, suddenly cut off by the closing of the doors. Hurst grinned in satisfaction, momentarily forgetting the pain in her shoulder.

As Admiral Wilder picked himself up and cracked his neck experimentally, eight Sadukar Soldiers trotted expertly into the large engineering chamber.
Youre just in time, Wilder said sardonically. He pointed over to the Jeffries tube. Over there, one hostile, shes getting away.
Sir, are you alright. One of the Sadukar units stopped by the Admiral to check his vitals.
Im fine, Wilder brushed him off, still massaging the muscles at the base of his neck. Go on before she gets away.
Sir, The soldier turned and sprinted off after his comrades.

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