Just a brief bit during the groundpounding.
Myk ran down the corridor, his red hawaiian shirttails flapping behind him, his arms pumping, the strange incongruity of a wireless Rock Band guitar in one hand. His goal was to get to Starbug 1, and get as many people into it as possible in case they had to evacuate post-haste.
He rounded the corner, and came to a stop, practically face to face with a half dozen people who he was sure were not from around here. They were armed with machine guns, knives, and looked like they were wearing some sort of flak jackets.
They appeared to be caught slightly more flat footed than he was. Myk still wasn't sure why he'd grabbed the 'waved Rock Band controller, but at the moment, it was his only weapon. He swung it up, grabbed the neck by both hands, and with a primal roar, brought it straight down on the head of the lead Reaver.
The Reaver's head split open like a melon, spreading red everywhere on the walls on either side, on the floor, on the Reaver's companions, and on Myk.
As the body fell down, the remaining five people looked at the carnage. A small part of Myk's mind remarked at how that must be what Chuck Berry Red looked like, on the floor, on the man's head.
On the body of the remarkably undamaged Rock Band controller.
He couldn't remember if it was supposed to be a Telecaster or a Stratocaster, but he did remember that it had actually been easy.
The five Reavers were still caught flat by the gruesome and sudden death of their companion. Myk managed to get back into something like trim faster, but it had a manic edge to it, as he brought the guitar high above his head again. His grin threatened to split his face, not a grin one should see on a man's face, but he knew it was him or them, and the part of his mind that was horrified by the prospect had retreated away from what he had just done.
"KICK OUT THE JAMS, BROTHERS AND SISTERS!" he screamed, at the edge of his voice, and he brought down the guitar again.
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"You know how parents tell you everything's going to fine, but you know they're lying to make you feel better? Everything's going to be fine." - The Doctor
Myk ran down the corridor, his red hawaiian shirttails flapping behind him, his arms pumping, the strange incongruity of a wireless Rock Band guitar in one hand. His goal was to get to Starbug 1, and get as many people into it as possible in case they had to evacuate post-haste.
He rounded the corner, and came to a stop, practically face to face with a half dozen people who he was sure were not from around here. They were armed with machine guns, knives, and looked like they were wearing some sort of flak jackets.
They appeared to be caught slightly more flat footed than he was. Myk still wasn't sure why he'd grabbed the 'waved Rock Band controller, but at the moment, it was his only weapon. He swung it up, grabbed the neck by both hands, and with a primal roar, brought it straight down on the head of the lead Reaver.
The Reaver's head split open like a melon, spreading red everywhere on the walls on either side, on the floor, on the Reaver's companions, and on Myk.
As the body fell down, the remaining five people looked at the carnage. A small part of Myk's mind remarked at how that must be what Chuck Berry Red looked like, on the floor, on the man's head.
On the body of the remarkably undamaged Rock Band controller.
He couldn't remember if it was supposed to be a Telecaster or a Stratocaster, but he did remember that it had actually been easy.
The five Reavers were still caught flat by the gruesome and sudden death of their companion. Myk managed to get back into something like trim faster, but it had a manic edge to it, as he brought the guitar high above his head again. His grin threatened to split his face, not a grin one should see on a man's face, but he knew it was him or them, and the part of his mind that was horrified by the prospect had retreated away from what he had just done.
"KICK OUT THE JAMS, BROTHERS AND SISTERS!" he screamed, at the edge of his voice, and he brought down the guitar again.
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"You know how parents tell you everything's going to fine, but you know they're lying to make you feel better? Everything's going to be fine." - The Doctor