Private The Taming of a Wolf

[The Monster]

Sergei was sitting on the transport relaxing in his chair on his way out if the republic controlled systems. He'd hitched a ride on a freighter on the way out of his last job. The last fight of his life. He sighed as he relaxed in his seat for the first time in months. He couldn't believe the things he'd seen in his first months of exposure to the galaxy. He had seen people perform magic feats, fight with laser swords, watched armies fight with high tech weapons and armor and ships that he'd only dreamed of before. And now he'd seen a lot, a lot more than he'd ever thought he would. He'd fought battles with armies and while he'd been impressed by a few, he turned down an NCO's appointment within their army as he knew he had to make his own way.

He looked down at his still armored hands and wondered. The last mission, the one at the temple with the rookie saber wielder and the cultists, and the poor souls that had died needlessly to buy them time. Good men had died because they weren't well trained enough, nor had the equipment to pull off the mission without dying needlessly. He needed more behind him. He needed a team. He bought passage on a cargo freighter as he didn't know what expensive was, nor what his future costs might be, even though the Republic had paid him well. The ship was simple, had a crew of about thirty, and most of the people here were actually workers. Sergei enjoyed the peace and quiet offered by the lack of people talking around him, or really anything happening around him. It was one of his pet peeves to be around needless noise, especially not on the battlefield. He enjoyed the quiet punctuated by the rhythmic thrums of the hyper drive and Hypermatter reactor, the walking of people as they went about their duties in a time after time manner of just going to work and getting the job done. He enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere of it all, and for once in his life he knew rest. He sat back and enjoyed it as it was a rarity he'd not known for several months. He wondered what lay in store for him in Confederacy Space. What new wonders would he experience and what new things he would see. He hadn't had much time to himself in Republic Space, maybe now he'd get some time to experience things as a civilian. There was a laugh, that would probably not happen.

 

[The Monster]

Sergei's line of thought would be interrupted by a full thud resonating through the ship, something that a lot of people on board seemed to take a slight to at first but then assumed it was just debris. Sergei sat back in his seat and simply pondered what could have caused something like that. He'd never heard of ships having a collision like that in space, something like shields or something. Sure it was a rickety freighter that probably had less than stellar performance on everything else but there shouldn't be any cause for worry. And then he heard an alarm klaxons followed by the tell tale yells of men as they ran from something. Sergei stood from his seat and began looking to and fro, trying to see what was going on and then he heard a blaster shot. That immediately clicked in his head for trouble. He picked up his helmet and clicked it on, and began running to the weapons locker where he had stored his blaster rifle. His boots rang off the hull plate as he noted one thing, which was that the sounds of battle was getting closer the closer he got to the weapons locker he'd turned his rifle into. He cursed under his breath as he stopped at an intersection and he heard alien screaming coming from around the corner, and when he looked, he saw that the boarders had already taken the locker. He paused and took a quick count of the total hostiles noting that this couldn't be all of them as there was only two of them there. But judging by the boot falls going down the corridors there was more and they were spreading throughout the ship. He paused as his plan came together which was simple, wait for this guy to leave to search for more crew to capture.

He didn't have to wait long. One of the others said something in a language he didn't understand, but he definitely understood the tone. Boots began walking his way and as the Weeqay was about to round the corner, Sergei blindsided him. He threw a right cross into the alien's nose, and as it staggered, planted a heavy round house into it's neck, crushing it against the bulkhead. Sergei then scooped up the poor sod's pistol and before the other could shout in alarm, planted the pistol into his chin and pulled the trigger. The blaster proceeded to paint the Devaronian's neck across the bulkhead behind him in a spray of red, and Sergei kept walking forward as he planted his boot into the fallen alien and fired twice more, ensuring he wouldn't get up. He scanned the immediate area quickly and looked to the locker when he was satisfied it was clear, for now. He found the locker was mostly looted, but they had left behind a shotgun with three rounds.

Sergei grinned as he picked up the weapon, and loaded the few rounds they left behind. He then picked up the extra rounds for the pistol on the pirate, and took off at a slow jog/really fast walk with the shotgun at the high ready as he prepped to start clearing the rest of the ship. He didn't have much in the way of ammo, and someone had his rifle, which he would be reclaiming very, very soon.

 

[The Monster]

Sergei crossed a few bulkheads, sweeping through the area and noting the general lack of people left as the pirates seemed to be hell bent on murdering anyone they came across. They were probably only interested in keeping the pilots so they could fly to ship to some offload point, and then take everything. Sergei knew he had to keep that from happening and made his may to the front of the cargo vessel. He came up to a shut door, and pressed the button to open up to the room as he held the shotgun up at chest level. As the door hissed open, Sergei spotted three pirates in the room, standing over a few dead crew members and one that was alive. He didn't want to think about what they must have been doing to her as he made his entrance, and as one of them looked his way in surprise, he squeezed the trigger to the shotgun. In a bellow of fire and steel slugs, the alien's head exploded across his friends, and a scream came out from the living crew member. The other two stood and drew their blasters firing at Sergei, causing him to bolt to the right, rack the pump, and send another shot into the second alien's chest. The armor plate saved the alien as they kept firing on him, the rounds thankfully not penetrating Sergei's own heavy Durasteel armor. He dove behind a table however, racking the pump again as he chambered his last round and put the slug through the alien's leg, severing it at the knee cap and giving the alien something to scream about now. He pulled the pump back and saw an empty chamber as he threw the shotgun away, and drew out his acquired pistol.

The last alien advanced on Sergei quickly, going to try and rush him to end the fight. As he got closer, Sergei noted the table wasn't bolted to the floor, and so rolled underneath, kicking the thing with both of his legs to flip the table, and causing it to hit the last attacker. With his opening now before him, Sergei coiled his legs and feet as close to his chest and face that he could, rolling back slightly to spring to his feet, and charged. The last thing the pirate saw was a 300 lb armored titan go crashing into him, and pin him to the floor, pressing the barrel of the blaster into his face and repeatedly pulling the trigger until he stopped spasming. Sergei stood from the headless corpse and approached the remaining living soul in the room, noting that she was female, and she was bleeding badly.

The had tortured her and more than likely did other unspeakable things that Sergei dared not think about for fear of becoming enraged. He simply knelt before her placing a finger to her lips as he began dressing her many, many wounds. She sobbed quietly as he worked, but soon he had stopped the bleeding and made sure she wasn't in danger of dying from blood loss or other trauma. He then looked her in the face and spoke softly.

"I'm going to take you to the pilot's station, you'll be safe there, can you walk?"

She shook her head, and Sergei could tell she was probably still in shock. Poor girl. Sergei reloaded his pistol and decided that she needed to be moved regardless, as he couldn't leave her here. He hoisted her over his shoulder as he part carried, part helped her limp down the hallways to in the direction of his objective. He paused as he heard other footsteps in neighboring corridors and waited for them to run past, noting their aggravated voices and hurried movements. They knew he was fighting back and were looking for him. He had to hurry.

 

[The Monster]

Sergei continued to press down the hallway, the extremely hurt woman being carried over his shoulder as she tried her best to stay quiet. He stopped at another intersection, and thankfully it was quieter, but something buzzing got his attention in the distance. He figured they were getting closer to the cockpit, which was good that they were almost there. Bad because it seemed like the pirates were as well.

Sergei didn't have time to weight the merits of turning around now though, so he continued to press down the hallway, getting to the last doors before reaching the cockpit of the vessel. He saw a nook to hide the woman in, and placed her there as gently as he could, before getting on the edge of the door. He steadied himself as he mentally visualized what was probably on the other side, and decided counted down to himself. 3..... 2..... 1.... He pressed the button.

One the other side was three pirates, two with rifles and one with a hydrospanner trying to cut his way through the locking mechanism on the door. The cutter thankfully was loud enough the other two didn't think to look behind them, until Sergei started walking forward and shot the man on the right in the back of the head, and did the same to the left as he turned to see what was happening. The third simply dropped the hydrospanner and turned around in terror, his hands fumbling for his pistol as Sergei simply adjusted and fired twice into the weequay's chest putting him down for good. He then cleared the corridor and heard one of the pirates commlinks start crackling as someone was asking something in a language that Sergei didn't understand. Sergei knew he didn't have a lot of time and immediately ran back for the wounded woman and carried her to the door, beating on it with an armored fist.

"Hey open the door! Please this woman is hurt and I can't keep her safe and kill them at the same time!"

The pilot on the other side yelled back through the door.

"How do we know you aren't more pirates!? You think we're stupid?" Sergei looked up at where the camera mount was supposed to be, and with a grimace saw it was destroyed. Blast.

"Because it's Sergei Jachovich and if you don't open this door for this woman, when we get to where we're going I'm going to skin you both alive!" He roared through the door.

That must have meant something to them as they opened the door, one holding a blaster pistol ready, if in a shaking grip while the other held a fire extinguisher. They breathed a collective sigh of relief at seeing Sergei. Sergei however didn't pause as he passed the girl over to them, picked up one of the rifles and passed it over to the man holding the extinguisher.

"This should be a bit more helpful than that,"

Sergei then picked up the other rifle and spoke quickly with an order.

"Seal the door. Don't open it until I give the order,"

Sergei raised his weapon as he then turned from the door and started back down the hallway, he knew he had to finish the rest of the pirates off, and thankfully they were looking for him in the other direction. He just hoped the three of them weren't the last ones alive.