Nai_Calus
Jul 31, 2006, 04:11 AM
This has probably been done before, but I felt like it, so nyah.
Some of you may remember Ephram from flashbacks in my unfinished fic Shadows of the Heart(Which I WILL finish the re-write of someday, damn it!). He appears here, working as a Force named Helios, at the age of 15.
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Ephram James Calus III sighed and wondered for the seventy-third time how he had gotten into his mess. As if being backed into a corner by a small group of some of Coral's nastiest Hunters, all three of whom were intent on using Ephram and his partner on this mission as target practice wasn't bad enough... Well, on top of that, there was his partner, Luke, who ranked in Ephram's opinion as quite possibly the stupidest HUmar he had ever encountered. Ephram hated being assigned a partner on missions, and people like Luke were the reason why. It had been the HUmar's bungling that had gotten them into this mess. Now they were almost certain to be unable to complete their mission, Ephram was out of TP and fluids from fighting the Hunters after them, and Luke was still acting like he was in control of the situation. It was nearly intolerable. He had to think, and fast, or they'd both...
He shuddered as he thought of Nai, his five-year-old nephew, who by now would be home from school and patiently waiting for him to come home and make dinner.
"Aww, whassa matter, girlyboy? You afraid?" One of the Hunters taunted, mockingly. Ephram seethed. He loathed people who insisted on making fun of the long hair and flowing robes typically worn by FOmars.
"No, it's just that the thought of senseless slaughter bothers me, and I don't enjoy the thought of having to try to get your putrid blood out of my nice clean white robes." He shot back with a defiant smirk on his face. Ephram was not known for his tact, or for his ability to keep his mouth shut and leave well enough alone. The Hunter who had mocked him cackled.
"Oh, that's rich, kid, that's real funny. A regular comedian, eh? Well, we'll take care of your sassy little mouth, prettyboy." He said, grinning as he flexed his fingers in anticipation.
"It's OK, Helios, I'll save us!" Luke said boldly, stepping foward and drawing his Breaker as he did so.
"We're doomed." Ephram said, reflexively taking a step back and sighing as he looked back at Luke, who was blinking in confusion at the hole that had appeared in the armor on his chest.
"Well, heck, they shot me! That wasn't very sportsmanlike!"
"They're not going to have sportsmanship or whatever the hell you want from them, for the Light's sake, you idiot! They're trying to kill us!" Ephram spat at him. "Shut up and stop flailing and let me think!"
"Heheh... We really should have already killed them, boys, but this is almost too amusing to end. Unfortunately we don't have time to waste, so let's get this over with..." Said another one of the Hunters, apparently the leader. He raised his Railgun and pointed it at Luke. He'd be no fun to kill, but the brat had promise. He was clearly the brains of the pair, and he'd be fun to torture... Maybe even to get on their side, after all, FOmars and their ilk were always useful to have around.
Luke, meanwhile, had not been idle. Somewhere in the dark recesses of the pudding that made up his brain, a neuron stirred to life, poked at another neuron, and formed a synapse. Suddenly an idea seized him, and he grabbed Ephram suddenly and hurled him at the Hunters with all his might. Ephram started screaming and kicking as soon as he was grabbed, and the effect of even a short, skinny FOmar flailing and screaming is enough to disrupt even the largest group of people, if thrown with sufficient force. The Hunters were knocked over and, in the ensuing confusion, Luke grabbed Ephram and ran as fast and as far as he could until they had lost them. He stood panting for a moment before it occured to him that he should set Ephram down.
"Well, it worked, I'll give you that, but what in the name of Alis Landale were you thinking?! What kind of thought process made you think that that was a good idea?!" Ephram demanded angrily, brushing the dirt from his robes. "Not that you know how to think, anyway, but..."
"Well, see, I saw this movie once, and during this one scene there's this guy flying this ship, and then for no good reason I hear this voice telling me to do something, and it didn't make no sense at the time, but I got to thinkin' while those Hunters were threatening us with those little pea shooters of theirs and suddenly it all made perfect sense and I knew just what to do!" Luke said proudly.
"Someone in a movie told you to... What the hell?" Ephram sputtered, utterly dumbfounded. He'd known his partner was stupid, but this stupid...
"Yeah, some old guy's voice comes out of nowhere and says 'Use the Force, Luke'."
The sound of Ephram's scream of frustration could be heard for several blocks around.
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Yeah. I know. XP Comments, death threats, etc.
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Ian-KunX on 2006-07-31 13:50 ]</font>
Some of you may remember Ephram from flashbacks in my unfinished fic Shadows of the Heart(Which I WILL finish the re-write of someday, damn it!). He appears here, working as a Force named Helios, at the age of 15.
---
Ephram James Calus III sighed and wondered for the seventy-third time how he had gotten into his mess. As if being backed into a corner by a small group of some of Coral's nastiest Hunters, all three of whom were intent on using Ephram and his partner on this mission as target practice wasn't bad enough... Well, on top of that, there was his partner, Luke, who ranked in Ephram's opinion as quite possibly the stupidest HUmar he had ever encountered. Ephram hated being assigned a partner on missions, and people like Luke were the reason why. It had been the HUmar's bungling that had gotten them into this mess. Now they were almost certain to be unable to complete their mission, Ephram was out of TP and fluids from fighting the Hunters after them, and Luke was still acting like he was in control of the situation. It was nearly intolerable. He had to think, and fast, or they'd both...
He shuddered as he thought of Nai, his five-year-old nephew, who by now would be home from school and patiently waiting for him to come home and make dinner.
"Aww, whassa matter, girlyboy? You afraid?" One of the Hunters taunted, mockingly. Ephram seethed. He loathed people who insisted on making fun of the long hair and flowing robes typically worn by FOmars.
"No, it's just that the thought of senseless slaughter bothers me, and I don't enjoy the thought of having to try to get your putrid blood out of my nice clean white robes." He shot back with a defiant smirk on his face. Ephram was not known for his tact, or for his ability to keep his mouth shut and leave well enough alone. The Hunter who had mocked him cackled.
"Oh, that's rich, kid, that's real funny. A regular comedian, eh? Well, we'll take care of your sassy little mouth, prettyboy." He said, grinning as he flexed his fingers in anticipation.
"It's OK, Helios, I'll save us!" Luke said boldly, stepping foward and drawing his Breaker as he did so.
"We're doomed." Ephram said, reflexively taking a step back and sighing as he looked back at Luke, who was blinking in confusion at the hole that had appeared in the armor on his chest.
"Well, heck, they shot me! That wasn't very sportsmanlike!"
"They're not going to have sportsmanship or whatever the hell you want from them, for the Light's sake, you idiot! They're trying to kill us!" Ephram spat at him. "Shut up and stop flailing and let me think!"
"Heheh... We really should have already killed them, boys, but this is almost too amusing to end. Unfortunately we don't have time to waste, so let's get this over with..." Said another one of the Hunters, apparently the leader. He raised his Railgun and pointed it at Luke. He'd be no fun to kill, but the brat had promise. He was clearly the brains of the pair, and he'd be fun to torture... Maybe even to get on their side, after all, FOmars and their ilk were always useful to have around.
Luke, meanwhile, had not been idle. Somewhere in the dark recesses of the pudding that made up his brain, a neuron stirred to life, poked at another neuron, and formed a synapse. Suddenly an idea seized him, and he grabbed Ephram suddenly and hurled him at the Hunters with all his might. Ephram started screaming and kicking as soon as he was grabbed, and the effect of even a short, skinny FOmar flailing and screaming is enough to disrupt even the largest group of people, if thrown with sufficient force. The Hunters were knocked over and, in the ensuing confusion, Luke grabbed Ephram and ran as fast and as far as he could until they had lost them. He stood panting for a moment before it occured to him that he should set Ephram down.
"Well, it worked, I'll give you that, but what in the name of Alis Landale were you thinking?! What kind of thought process made you think that that was a good idea?!" Ephram demanded angrily, brushing the dirt from his robes. "Not that you know how to think, anyway, but..."
"Well, see, I saw this movie once, and during this one scene there's this guy flying this ship, and then for no good reason I hear this voice telling me to do something, and it didn't make no sense at the time, but I got to thinkin' while those Hunters were threatening us with those little pea shooters of theirs and suddenly it all made perfect sense and I knew just what to do!" Luke said proudly.
"Someone in a movie told you to... What the hell?" Ephram sputtered, utterly dumbfounded. He'd known his partner was stupid, but this stupid...
"Yeah, some old guy's voice comes out of nowhere and says 'Use the Force, Luke'."
The sound of Ephram's scream of frustration could be heard for several blocks around.
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Yeah. I know. XP Comments, death threats, etc.
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Ian-KunX on 2006-07-31 13:50 ]</font>