>>6014020All of R-1134's shots find their marks, some more effective than others.
The gunner collapses backwards, a smoking blackened wound appearing in his side. He'd be dead in moments from shock and blood loss but something in him -duty perhaps- compels him to pull his laspistol from his holster and aim it at R-1134.
Too slow.
R-1134 pulls the trigger again and the gunners arm is blown off at the shoulder, blood and viscera painting the walls.
R-1134 turns his attention to the other enemy soldier. He's clutching his leg, blood pumping out with every heart beat. He's dead and he knows it. His breathing is fast paced and shallow, his eyes wide with fear. His lasgun was flung away when he was shot and lies out of reach. R-1134 strolls up to him and slides the bayonet into his neck.
<span class="mu-i"> "No mercy for rebel scum." </span> R-1134 thinks to himself
