"This is insane! I killed you myself! Your dead!" Jag shouted in vain as if the corpse creeping toward him was going to suddenly realize the mistake and fall down. His words echoed off the durasteel walls and soon died as he feared would soon happen to him. 'How is this happening? I know I shot him dead in the chest. It's the same kind of shot I've dropped many others like him with before. What's so special about this rodder?' He thought.
The corpse officer was less than 7 ft away now and closing pretty fast. Jag raise his blaster and fired a bolt that pierce its lower right leg. "That'll slow you down!" He yelled as he retreated further up the hallway. He stopped long enough to see how the officer was copping with his newly squired wound. To his dismay, it didn't seem to effect the creature at all. No crys of pain. No cursing and screaming death threats. Not even a slight hesitation in movement. "Firefek!" Jag cursed as he watched in disbelief as the officer continued its approach.
Raising his blaster once more, he pulled the trigger. Instantly, he heard the familiar clicking noise associated with an empty clip. "Stang!" Jag muttered as he frantically searched through his ammo belt. 'Only two clips left. If I make it out of this I'm definitely asking for double the price."
Sliding a fresh clip into the chamber, Jag glanced up to see how far his target had progressed. He noticed the blaster hole he had made in its leg had slowly tore away with each step it took. Finally, the leg gave way, ripping apart the tendons and the muscle, flopping on the floor with a bloody thud. Jag sighed a small sigh of relief. "That'll stop you." He said with smug satisfaction.
Unfortuately, he was wrong. All at once, the crippled officer began to hobble forward, dragging the loosely hanging leg behind him. Jag bit his lower lip in frustration. "Where's a Jedi with a lightsaber when you need one?" He quickly looke around the hallway, hoping to find something that might slow its advance. Turning around to look behind him, he noticed the flashing emergency lights of an airlock at the end of the hallway. 'Thatll get him outta my hair for good. Just a question of HOW to get him in there without getting myself sucked out too.' He scanned the hallway for inspiration when he spotted a large piece of durasteel pipe a maintenance droid had abandoned. All at once an idea formulated in Jag's mind, causing him to make a mad dash for the pipe.
In mid-run, something hard hit Jag square in the back, knocking him to the floor with a thud. He slowly rolled over with a groan and found to his horror the dismembered leg he had shot off lying beside him. 'That nerf herder threw his kriffin leg at me!' With the creature getting dangerously close, Jag rose to his feet and grabbed the leg. In anger, he hurled the leg back at the officer. "Sorry pal, I don't play footsie on the first date!"
The leg bounced off its left shoulder, causing it to slam into a nearby window, splattering blood all over the glass. Smiling at the shot he made, Kag grabbed the pipe and raced toward the airlock. Making it with little time to spare, Jag turned and stood at the entrance, waiting for his would-be victim to arrive. The creature, now recovered from Jag's attack, was eagerly hobbling toward him with outstretched hands.
Less than 15 ft away, Jag lowered the pipe to chest level and Waite for just the right moment. Sweat pouring down his face, he waited until it was less than 10 ft away before finally giving in to his minds persistent attempts to tell him to attack. With a yell, Jag charged down the hall, holding the pipe in front of him like a spear. Seconds later the pipe impacted its target. Penetrating the officers body and bursting out the backside. Blood splattered everywhere, as if a training grenade filled with paint had just exploded. Soaked in blood,Jag stopped his assault once he saw the officer had been impaled almost halfway up his makeshift spear. He hesitated, waiting to see what it would do. The creature stood lifeless on the other side of the pipe, head drooping down onto its chest. For a second Jag actually thought he killed it.
With a sudden jolt, the officer sprang back to life. It grabbed the pipe and began to impale itself deeper. Pulling itself along the pipe and closer to Jag. "Firefek!" All in one motion, Jag swung the pipe sideways as fast as he could and released it. The impaled corpse, forced to follow the pipe's movement, crashed against a nearby wall as the other half of the pipe bounced against the airlock door. Running as fast as he could, Jag jumped over the fallen pipe and hit the button on the control panel. An instant later, the airlock doors opened with a swoosh.
Jag reached down and picked up the 'safe side' of the pipe once more. The creature still trying to claw it's way forward, Jag let out a groan and shoved the pipe forward as hard as he could. Like a missile, the pipe rocketed into the opened airlock, taking the creature with it. Once he was sure the doors would close, Jag took out his blaster an fired 3 shots at the door lock. Hitting the lock with a fiery blast, the door instantly closed. Easing up to the viewport, Jag watched with satisfaction as the airlocks back doors slowly opened and began to suck everything inside into the atmosphere. He watched the impaled officer clawing at the floor in vain as he started to slide toward the exit.
In a matter of seconds, it was gone and Jag was finally alone. He immediately collapsed to the floor in exhaustion. Covered in blood an sweat he grinned and said, "Forget double. I'm asking for triple!"






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