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Chapter 11 by TMJ2008 TMJ2008

Another fine mess you got yourself into, Captain. So how you gonna get yourself out this time?

Time for some fireworks...or at least one bright distracting flash.

You know that, if you could get the drop on them again, you'd be able to take the rest of the thugs out in short order. You're fast on the trigger and have very good aim so gunning them down would be easy if you could do so without having to worry about their blowing holes of various sizes and lethality in your hide. You're partial to your hide being without holes, after all, (at least the ones that weren't natural, that is) so anything you can do to make sure that you avoid to giving your internal organs a torso with a view would be viable.

A distraction. That's what you need. But what? All you've got on you is your gun, your personal datapad, a knife hidden in your boot and...your holdout blaster. Your holdout blaster with an easily tampered with internal battery that could be made to overload and blow up rather spectacularly if somebody with the know how did the tweaking. And you just happen to be a person with that know how as you've modified and fixed up your ship, weapons and other such things yourself whenever you could. While not a master with the weapons, you know enough to jury-rig a flash bang out of a generic blaster pistol.

With an idea in mind, you take your blaster out and lay it on the ground before drawing your knife from your boot with your right hand. With your left, you blind-fire your gun around the edge of the doorway, knowing you wouldn't hit anything, but needing to keep the bastards guessing and taking cover if you could. Just for long enough to get your knife into the plating of your blaster and...there!

You jostle the blaster open and reveal a number of wires, circuits and a glowing battery pack that you can feel the heat radiating off of. Now, doing this correctly would take time and tools you don't have. So it's time to do something reckless and hope for the best. Meaning it's time to cut some wires, stab a highly volatile blaster battery pack and toss it around the corner in the seconds before it blows in hopes that the explosion will be bright and loud enough to distract your attackers long enough for you to capitalize on your advantage.

Just another day at the office, right? Sure. Right.

Still, no guts, no glory, as the old saying goes. So, without hesitating further, you cut into the wires and circuits of the blaster haphazardly and then, with a violent thrust, you stab your knife into the battery itself. You feel an electric jolt move through your body that causes your left arm to go numb. You ignore that as best you can as you grip the knife hard and, using it like a handle, you toss the blaster over your shoulder and around the edge of the door's frame. You can hear a rising hum coming from it as you toss it out and the battery is visibly sparking and smoking as you throw it blindly down the stairs and towards your attackers.

You then hold your breath and wait for the bang that should sound if you're lucky. Goddamn, you hope you're lucky.

ARE you lucky or did you just waste a perfectly good blaster with a stupid and hare-brained idea for probably the fourth time in your life?

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