Well here it is. Part 20 of Season 3 of my U.R.S. vs F.I.S. War Series. Sorry about it being late but I have been very busy with personal stuff so haven't had the time to post it. But anyway; It's here now. Please comment, rate and enjoy!
Blast stood on The Manipulator’s deserted bridge, looking out into the blank space. They were nearly at Coruscant now. Not far to go until he could be healed.
He sighed and suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, pain like no other shot through him and he collapsed in a heap on the floor. He clutched at his stomach and slowly pushed himself onto all fours, grimacing with the pain.
He knelt then stood up in agony, still holding his stomach. He turned and shuffled along the walkway towards the door. He groaned as everything around him turned black in his eyes and then returned to normal.
The door opened and he stumbled out but as he did he tripped slightly and staggered, still holding his stomach, to one side and fell right into one of the escape pods. He crashed onto the seat and accidentally leant on the control panel.
“No!” He shouted as the door closed and the pod lurched as it jettisoned from the ship. “Stop!” he spluttered as he hurtled further away and started falling down; down towards the planet of Nam Chorios.
The Manipulator disappeared from sight as he burst through the atmosphere and his vision flashed black again. The pod hurtled down, smashing through the clouds and headed straight for a small town. Then Blast was thrown about inside as it crashed into the ground and skidded a few meters, scraping up the ground before coming to a stop in the town center.
Blast groaned and reached up to push the door open but shoved it clean off.
As smoke from the pod mixed with clean air filled his lungs, he stumbled out and looked around, his vision still switching between normal and black.
It appeared to be a fairly small town or a large village, with a rocky and muddy ground. It looked like quite a poor place and reminded Blast of Ryloth. There were shabby, run-down buildings all around him but just next to him was a more substantial place. There were locals all over the place, standing around and staring, chatting amongst themselves.
Suddenly the door to the more substantial building opened and a man in dark gray body armour, black leg armour, a black imperial style gunner helmet and sporting a large brown beard walked out towards him.
Another jab of pain hit Blast and he grabbed his chest. The man from the building frowned at him as he stopped next to him.
“Welcome.” He said with an unappreciative look on his face. “I am Captain Volva, captain of the local guards and this is our base. Welcome to the town of Follout. ”
“Greetings Captain.” Blast managed to say in-between pants of pain. “I am Elite Commander R.K. Blast; head of the United Rebelling Systems. I need… help.”
He struggled to say but then pain like none he had felt before whipped at him and he screamed and fell to the floor, his vision turning all the light areas into black. The Captain stepped back and pulled out a gun, ready to fire if it was needed.
Blast groaned then screamed again and scratched at his hands and yanked his gloves off; his hands were bubbling and turning green.
“NOOO!!” he screeched at the top of his voice as his leg armour ripped open and exposed growing green legs.
“HELP ME!!!” he knelt up and threw his head back as his body armour splintered and ripped open like a tin can as his whole body turned green. He grabbed his helmet and pulled it from his head as his face turned green too.
“Guards!” Captain Volva called back towards the base and two more men rushed out and stood by their master, guns ready. “Ready to fire.” The Captain ordered. “Aim.”
Blast was now completely unrecognizable; his whole body was green and scaly, like a reptile. He flicked his head back forwards and looked at the captain through yellow eyes.
“Fir…” the Captain started to say but suddenly he flew through the air backwards and crashed through one of the base’s windows. Blast had stood up with lightning speed and punched him in the stomach.
He roared and a forked tongue flicked out. His disease had caused him to mutate. This was no longer Blast; this was a monster.
BUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? FIND OUT IN PART 21! COMING FRIDAY 20TH AUGUST!
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