Dashiell Retrofit™
OBJECTIVE 3: Ticket to Ride - Plan: Stop the Train
INVENTORY: Spacer Apparel, K-16 Bryar Pistol & Lightsaber
OPPOSITION:
V01D Ω (Void Omega)
ALLIES:
Ala Quin
INVENTORY: Spacer Apparel, K-16 Bryar Pistol & Lightsaber
OPPOSITION:
V01D Ω (Void Omega)
ALLIES:
Ala Quin
Confirmation. That was all Balun needed. The shift in
Ala Quin
's posture, the subtle tilt of her blade, the tightening of her stance—it spoke volumes. She was moving into the offensive, and with it came silent permission: Handle the enemy. I'll handle the mission.Balun understood immediately. His role was clear—draw
V01D Ω (Void Omega)
's attention, disrupt his focus, and give Ala the opening she needed to slip past and continue toward the true objective. He adjusted his grip on the lightsaber in his right hand, its amber glow humming steadily in the storm of wind and distant thunder of the train.His left hand crossed over to his vambrace, fingers tapping the recessed stud to activate his Combat Shield. In an instant, a shimmering field of blue energy erupted from his forearm—a coffin-shaped barrier of pulsing light, just broad enough to cover his upper torso in a forward arc. It wouldn't protect him from every angle, but it was enough to weather the storm ahead.
And Balun, as always, came ready for the storm.
He surged forward, boots pounding across the roof of the carriage as he raced toward the confrontation. Behind him, the rhythmic pound of metal music still echoed from the train's speaker system, a fitting prelude to the impending clash. His Master deflected the opening volley of blaster fire, her blade singing through the air in elegant arcs. But when she veered off, shifting her focus elsewhere, Balun was left to face the barrage alone.
There was no panic. Only movement.
He never stayed still—a mistake only made once by the untrained. Balun weaved through the incoming fire, pivoting on his heels, twisting his torso as blaster bolts came screaming toward him. When there wasn't time to deflect, the impact slammed into the combat shield, sending pulses of kinetic force rattling up his arm. Each hit staggered him slightly, a shudder of momentum, but he never faltered. Gritting his teeth, he pressed on, inching closer to his target.
Void Omega stood ahead, a wall of threat and mystery, but Balun's mind was now razor sharp. With Ala Quin gone from the fray, he could commit fully—no distractions, no divided attention. Just him and the opponent.
Lightsaber in one hand, shield in the other, Balun Dashiell closed the distance like a stormfront rolling in—reckless perhaps, but entirely in his element.
"Speech".
'Thought'.
'Thought'.
