by chaos_eternusI do not own nor do I claim ownership of characters and or concepts in any of these short stories which are not original to me
“Frak!” Kara shouted, her shoulder aching, letting her know none too subtly that she had fired too many rounds from her rifle for its liking and that once again the maverick pilot was going to have one hell of a bruise come tomorrow.
Assuming she lived that long, that is.
She turned sharply, gun raised, as a figure dropped into the small depression next to her. Equally quickly she turned back to the fight, gun belching lead as she recognised the figure of her long time friend Apollo, “we're getting frakked over here,”
“I know,” he replied, hands racing as he swiftly, effortlessly replaced his guns clip, “there's another 14 toasters moving up our left flank, they'll be here long before the Raptors are,”
Pausing in her firing just quickly enough to replace her own clip, Kara grimaced, muttering ‘frak', before raising her weapon once more, gazing through the trees just waiting for the next wave to move out of cover.
Weary, they glanced at each other as the heavy metallic clomping of the cylons sounded once more, there ears catching the metallic sound of weapons being readied once more around them as the more band of warriors prepared themselves for more combat.
The harsh, staccato sound of weapons fire sounded in the still of the forest as the walking machines stepped once more out of the cover of the trees, gun arms raised and working. Behind her, Kara heard a muffled female moan, followed by the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the ground, no longer under its former owners control.
A cylon went down under the weight of fire she directed at it, but Kara didn't pause, her gun moving automatically and far too practised towards the next target, her ears ringing with the sound of the munitions.
Disgustedly, she watched as a skinjob stepped out of cover behind the approaching metal monsters, but tempted as she was, she didn't shift her fire, the fake wasn't the threat here.
Her eyes caught movement again as her latest target went down and Kara felt her eyes widen as the female fell, what looked to be an arrow protruding from the back of her skull.
“Apollo, one of the skinsjobs just got killed.”
“Good,” he replied, his tone indicating satisfaction, but also a little curiosity, unsure as to way Kara was telling him this in the middle of a pitched fight.
“From behind,” Kara shook her head as she caught Apollos startled glance out of the corner of her eye, but she continued, her tone clearly shouting its disbelief, “with an arrow. ”
Apollo turned his gaze towards her nodded direction in time to see an arm drop from the green foliage of the trees above, grab a toaster and single-handedly raise it into the cover.
Several loud bangs followed, and then piece by piece the remains of the warrior were dropped back on the ground below. There were many pieces, but whilst Kara kept an eye on the unfolding and quite pleasant destruction of the warrior it was only the rearmost of the formation, there were still far more up close and personal threats to deal with.
Grimacing as her gun ran empty once more, Kara glanced towards the tree where the warrior had met its unexpected death in time to see a tall, blonde male drop out of the tree making not a sound despite the heavy weight of all the obvious muscles. They weren't the muscles of the dedicated body builder or muscleman either, they were the muscles of someone who did heavy work the old fashioned way without even the most basic aids of modern society.
She would be lying if the tanned bronze, the muscled looks, the leather clothing that appeared to be more for modesty's sake more then actual warmth didn't stir her libido for just a moment, but the sound of gunfire stopped that and with one eye on the stranger just in case he should turn into a threat, she turned her gun to the fight.
A sudden shadow made her duck, then she glanced behind as a loud crashing sounded; her jaw dropping as the cylon she hadn't been aware was sneaking up behind her fell to the ground….
Under the weight of a second mechanical cylon which had apparently been thrown right over her head and across a cool 100 yards of forest, missing all the trees bushes etc to land a perfect strike on a cylon that would have had her cold.
Kara was impressed, she was also shocked, mildly awed and slightly frightened, a feeling she didn't like.
She glanced back to the unknown in time to see him pick up two cylons, one in each hand, and bang their heads together, the sound echoing through the clearing as the two battered and apparently no longer functional machines were dropped to the ground.
“Did he just…?” Apollo asked next to her, startled.
“Yes,” Kara replied, her gun now very firmly pointed towards the unknown as he was joined by a second, shorter figure with an actual bow in his arms and quiver on his back. She shook her head slightly, the only time she had seen such a weapon before was survival training, except for weirdo's, who actually used one for real?
For that matter, used one often enough to be able to put an arrow right into a cylons head and damn near have the arrow go straight through?
All of three minutes later, the fight was over, the stranger having thumped, thrown and plain battered the warriors into submission whilst his companion did a fine line in distractions, trips, falls, and casual slicing of hydraulic lines.
The result was the two walking warily towards far warier and certainly more trigger happy Colonial Warriors, hands in the open and weapons stowed. Not that Kara was buying it for an instant, she had seen them in action after all and she had certainly got the hint with these two, the taller especially, that weapons were optional.
“Hi, I'm Hercules, this is Ioleus. Family asked me to come, said you guys could really use my help…”
“Right,” Kara snorted, “and who's your family?”
Kara raised an eyebrow speculatively as the two traded a look that said all too clearly that this was going to be tricky. For some strange reason though, Kara had the strangest feeling that her prayers had been answered…