《Interstellar World Struggle TV》Chapter 3
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The group arrived at the viewdeck where Arn made a sign to stop. He gestured to form a circle to let the group members come close together.
“Alright guys, do you know how to handle guns? Cause I am fairly sure my friends and me never shot one in our entire life.” addressed Arn the sailors.
“Sure, you know when you get one it is selfexplanatory to familiarize yourself with it. See, we may have 5 pistols of different types, but when you get close enough and pull the trigger, even an untrained person should be able to hit” said one of the sailors.
“What types do we have and how much ammunition do we have?” (Arn)
“3 Beretta 9 mm, 120 bullets, 1 colt 1911 43 bullets and a Walther PPK with 56 bullets.” was the answer.
“Ok, my thoughts : Nils, you return with one of the sailors and the Walther PPK to the left side and switch with Sebastian and Leon. Get the spear and then let them run over to the right side while we already make the vanguard to provide fast support. Then we..”
Arn was interrupted by a loud bang beside his body. One sailor had fired a gun. Unbeknown from him a Shark man had stuck his head out of the stairway. Now his brain was shattered all over the ceiling of the stairway, dripping from above.
“Holy crap, they broke through. “ yelled Nils.
The crowd on the floor started to cry out in more panic and tried to take even more cower. Some Individuals heeded in their panic to the staircase on the left side.
“Shit Shit Shit SHIT” yelled Arn.
“You and Nils, run as I said.” said Arn while he pointed at one of the sailors.
The appearance could only indicate that the ride side was completely wiped out.
‘Damn, is there no hope?” thought Arn.
Quickly one sailor handed him a gun while Nils and one sailor dashed to the left staircase. Turning back to the right staircase, again he shark man tried to come upwards, only to be greeted as his predecessor : with a bullet by one of the sailors, this time into his throat. Arn could only hear a death rattle as the creature broke down beside his companion. But a third already tried to climb over the bodies to get to their choosen prey.
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Arn overlooked the area and grapped a small plastic desk with four small legs. With this he ran to the stairway opening and threw it in the direction of the staircase. The table hit the next creature to the chest. The shark man groaned, but wasn’t affected by this, stepped over his dead brothers and ran with a howl to Arn.
Perplexed, Arn could only watch and forgot that he was armed. He was once again awaken by the next loud bang from the gun of a sailor, whose bullet hit it from the left side to continue its journey through its chest to torn open its right side in an explosion of flesh. The twitching body fell short 1 m before it could have bitten Arn.
“Take this Dum Dum. HAHAHAHAAH A” screamed the shooting sailor.
Several more Shark men appeared in the opening. The last sailor also started to shoot. At 6 m distance, the beasts were shredded by the ammunition. After 14 more shark man were lying on the floor, the beasts stopped their assault and didn’t show up anymore.
Arn hit himself straight into the face.
‘Damn, they try to kill me and then I phase out. Not the best moment. Need to get back to reality.’
In that moment Leon and Sebastian appeared.
“Everything Ok gu…Holy shit, that is a massive amount of corpses you have here.” Yelled Leon
“They just ran and ran up. Like a suicide squad. I can’t believe that they were still coming after the first few deaths. How is your side?” asked Arn.
“ Well, we fended off a few tries to enter again, but they just stopped. Now that I see this mess, I can understand it. Also, it seems like they are now searching the middle deck. One I stabbed came out of the cabin area.” Sebastian.
“We have 2 choices : either way we hole up here and hope we arrive fast enough at the port, or we purge the ship with eventual losses.” concluded Leon.
“Don’t forget the people who stormed down when we wanted to come up. They will be killed if nothing happens.” Sebastian.
“ I think we shouldn’t do act recklessly, but at least get these things from the ship, don’t you agree ?” Arn asked the rest.
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“So how much ammo do you two still have ?” were the sailors addressed.
“We just counted. Around 80 bullets, plus the 16 you have in your gun.” (Sailor)
“Ok, hold up the things here and build a barricade, we three will go down and see what we can do.”
With this, Leon Sebastian and Arn went down the staircase.
When they met up with Nils and the third sailor, and new face was with them. It was the girl who had earlier been stabbed. She was around 1.70m tall, blond hair and had a slim figure.
“Hey guys, this is Giselle, she decided to help us after we explained her the whole picture.” Introduced Nils her.
All greeted her with a Hi and Arn told them their momentary options. Seeing that, the other three decided to give the purge a try. As Nils told them ,no new attempts of entering were made since his arrival.
It was decided to run at the outer passage around the ship and not got through it, since inside were several corners and the group was lacking in close combat due to experience and weapons. The sailor had his gun, Nils the Beretta, Leon the spear and Arn hold onto his umbrella. The shooters would be in the second row while Leon, Sebastian and Arn would make the vanguard. As a 6th pair of eyes, Gisselle should observe behind and the sides.
Just when the group went to the bow on the on the outer circuit of the middle deck, a group of 8 Shark men walked around the corner. Both groups looked for a second startled at each other, only 2m away from each other, before again a shot broke the stillstand.
This time it was Nils who had put the trigger. Being in the second row, he had his arm rested on Arn’s shoulder. The foremost Shark was hit in the chest while the one behind him was also hit.
Immediately, the other Shark men tried to lunge forward and to bite the vanguard, but one was impaling himself on Leon’s spear, another one got his throat penetrated through his open mouth by the steel umbrella’s end. The third one to reach them was greeted with Sebastian’s fists.
Cautiously, the last two came forward with their weapons in front of them, a sawtooth-blade and another spear. But their cautious approach gave the sailor and Nils again time to shoot them down.
Looting them, the blade was given Sebastian while the spear went to the hands of Giselle. When the corpses disappeared, they gave also one more healing potion and 3 Shark teeth.
Now more cautious, the group reached the bow of the ship, which was in front of the bridge and without a roof. On their way they had to walk over several human bodies, who had missing limbs and heads. The bow had a few screwed chairs and benches for observation as much as relaxiation.
But in the moment it was occupied by around 20 shark men who formed a circle in the middle of the bow 10m away from the corner the group turned around. In the middle of them was a different colored shark man. While the common ones were grey and their level ranged around 3 to 5, the one in the middle had a punctuated surface with yellow black points He was also holding a trident. . Above him, Arn could read :
Big spotteed Catshark manlevel 6
But in reverse, the crowd of sharks also spotted them. Pointing his trident to the humans, the Catshark howled something while the other Shark men ran towards them.
“Opening fire” screamed the sailor while he already fired the first shot, followed by Nils who also pointed his gun forward to the approaching mass of grey bodies. The foremost two Shark men were hit and started to fall down, while the following tried to shove them out their way to reach the group.
*Peng Peng Peng Peng Peng click* was heard by both guns.
“Reloading”, screamed the sailor, only to fall down, impaled by a thrown spear in the chest.
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