The Pandion Decree - Part Seven
Bad Hand put two of the undead down, screaming all the while. Vocal had snatched up Blasthound's carbine, letting rip with both blaster rifles, huge arms juddering with the kickback from the weapons. No doubt calm as Dai-Bendu monks under his battle-scarred bucket. A good soldier was Vocal. Old Man had found him on Eriadu. Taskforce Inferno was there to take out Senator Heroki Jass, a secret Rebel financier and an outspoken critic of the Emperor. ST-82102, Vocal, was found in the dungeon of the Baron's manor. The Baron and his Rebel loving band of assholes had been torturing him. Medical scans once they got him back to their ship, revealed that he had ninety-seven broken bones and more than fifty fractures. And that was on top of more than 800 cuts that crisscrossed his body. Worst of all, the bastards had cut out his tongue. Ever since, Vocal had been right by Old Man's side, his silent master-at-arms. Now he had a zombie gnawing on each armored arm and was swinging them like rag-dolls, smashing them into the walls. Old Man, seeing this, spun around and took aim. Put one of the zombies down with a clean headshot that splattered brain and bone fragments across Vocal's tarnished armor. Vocal took care of the second himself, pinning it to the wall and punching the bastard in the head until it was little more than chunks of wet gore. "Fuck!" shouted Bad Hand over the mindless wailing of the undead horde. "I'm out!" She tossed her blaster, bouncing it off the head of a zombie who had once been a Twi'lek male. She kicked out at him, striking him in the chest and sending him crashing back. Another zombie, this one a Kyuzo, lunged at her, grabbing her around the waist and bringing her down to the floor.