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Characters: Nikita and her darkside Michael. If someone wants to pop up after it all goes down, feel free.
Location: IDK in some big open area with alleyways.
Planet: Corsucant
When: Week 12; Event
What: Smackdown time
Rating: PG-13? Violence.
“We’ve danced around this long enough, Nikita.”
She watched him approach, trepidation filling her full. She didn’t want to do this. She didn’t want to hurt him. She knew he wouldn’t hold back, though. It’d be foolish to give him that benefit.
She’d kept an eye on the datapads as she played cat and mouse with him. It was evident he was a manifestation of her dark side by now. Still, there was a traitorous ray of hope in the back of her mind that this really was Michael. If it was, she hoped they could reconcile things.
His behavior suggested he wanted none of that. He was coiled as tight as a spring and she was waiting for him to leap in to action. She found it best to let him attack first. Once she properly gauged his mood, she could form her plan of attack.
Michael came on strong, rage fueling his movement. She dodged his right fist, her left arm bracing for the impact of his left punch. Her arm shook from the blow. It took her a moment to back off as he prepared another wave of attacks.
Division taught them to fight, whether it was dirty or not. They were trained to use whatever tools were at their disposal and to use their bodies as weapons. Nikita was strong, talented, and quick. She had the skills to be a competent assassin. Michael was stronger. He knew her weaknesses. He knew where to hit her to be the most effective.
She didn’t stand much of a chance if she couldn’t figure out some way to trick him. Calling in backup was useless. No one seemed to be able to touch him. He felt real enough to her. She still had bruises from their first encounter. She knew how to fight through the pain. She wasn’t going to give up just yet. Until one of them was defeated, this wasn’t going to stop. She strongly hoped she wasn’t the one defeated.
“I know you won’t listen to reason, Michael. But we can’t keep going like this. One of us is going to end up dead. Are you okay with that?”
She winced when his face didn’t change expression. He wasn’t real, then. She was still going to hold out that the real Michael wouldn’t feel the same. She bolted down the street, hiding behind a dumpster. Her heart was pounding. She closed her eyes. Seeing that face was disorienting. If she couldn’t separate him from what she was facing, she was going to lose.
She took a deep breath. That person wasn’t Michael. It was time for her to get down to business.
Nikita stood, gliding her back up against the garbage bin. Her hand slid to her waist band where she hid her laser pistol. She gripped the pistol tightly. She one had one chance to make this. She didn’t doubt he had a weapon hidden on him.
She kept her breathing quiet. She heard his footsteps slowly coming closer. It wasn’t Michael. She could do this. He was almost there.
She leapt from behind the canister, noted his position, and fired a shot into his chest. She kept moving, running as far away as she could. She turned to look at him, noticing the body lying in the street. She’d done it. She’d managed to defeat him.
She slowed to a walk, breathing in a lungful of air. Her heart was still hammering. She slid her blaster back into her pants and headed towards her apartment. She deserved a nice glass of wine.
Location: IDK in some big open area with alleyways.
Planet: Corsucant
When: Week 12; Event
What: Smackdown time
Rating: PG-13? Violence.
“We’ve danced around this long enough, Nikita.”
She watched him approach, trepidation filling her full. She didn’t want to do this. She didn’t want to hurt him. She knew he wouldn’t hold back, though. It’d be foolish to give him that benefit.
She’d kept an eye on the datapads as she played cat and mouse with him. It was evident he was a manifestation of her dark side by now. Still, there was a traitorous ray of hope in the back of her mind that this really was Michael. If it was, she hoped they could reconcile things.
His behavior suggested he wanted none of that. He was coiled as tight as a spring and she was waiting for him to leap in to action. She found it best to let him attack first. Once she properly gauged his mood, she could form her plan of attack.
Michael came on strong, rage fueling his movement. She dodged his right fist, her left arm bracing for the impact of his left punch. Her arm shook from the blow. It took her a moment to back off as he prepared another wave of attacks.
Division taught them to fight, whether it was dirty or not. They were trained to use whatever tools were at their disposal and to use their bodies as weapons. Nikita was strong, talented, and quick. She had the skills to be a competent assassin. Michael was stronger. He knew her weaknesses. He knew where to hit her to be the most effective.
She didn’t stand much of a chance if she couldn’t figure out some way to trick him. Calling in backup was useless. No one seemed to be able to touch him. He felt real enough to her. She still had bruises from their first encounter. She knew how to fight through the pain. She wasn’t going to give up just yet. Until one of them was defeated, this wasn’t going to stop. She strongly hoped she wasn’t the one defeated.
“I know you won’t listen to reason, Michael. But we can’t keep going like this. One of us is going to end up dead. Are you okay with that?”
She winced when his face didn’t change expression. He wasn’t real, then. She was still going to hold out that the real Michael wouldn’t feel the same. She bolted down the street, hiding behind a dumpster. Her heart was pounding. She closed her eyes. Seeing that face was disorienting. If she couldn’t separate him from what she was facing, she was going to lose.
She took a deep breath. That person wasn’t Michael. It was time for her to get down to business.
Nikita stood, gliding her back up against the garbage bin. Her hand slid to her waist band where she hid her laser pistol. She gripped the pistol tightly. She one had one chance to make this. She didn’t doubt he had a weapon hidden on him.
She kept her breathing quiet. She heard his footsteps slowly coming closer. It wasn’t Michael. She could do this. He was almost there.
She leapt from behind the canister, noted his position, and fired a shot into his chest. She kept moving, running as far away as she could. She turned to look at him, noticing the body lying in the street. She’d done it. She’d managed to defeat him.
She slowed to a walk, breathing in a lungful of air. Her heart was still hammering. She slid her blaster back into her pants and headed towards her apartment. She deserved a nice glass of wine.