Losing Troy, Part 2
Audrey wasn't sure where she was going, but at least she go faster now without Troy with her. The thought was a horrible one, and she knew it. She felt disgusted with herself as she ran onward.
Audrey was by no means weak. In fact, one might describe her as the epitome physical perfection as far as that went. She could run for hours, climb faster than a monkey, and swim swift and silently like a fish. She had well-toned muscles and a deep tan from many hours training in the harsh sunlight of Vadar.
Audrey leapt upward, landing about twelve stairs up the spiral staircase. She stopped to draw in a breath, and gather her thoughts. Which, currently, were scattered all over the place, like shards of glass from a shattered mirror.
Jolie was everything that Audrey was not--quiet, good with people, well liked, friendly, funny...At first, Audrey had been wary of her, knowing that something--or someone--who looks to good, to nice, can't really be like that. There had to be another side, just like there was another side to herself she kept hidden from everyone. Well, everyone but Troy. It seemed no matter what she did, Troy could always see through it to the real reason.
Troy. That was the one thought that drove Audrey forward as she rocketed up the staircase (rather outdated for such a spaceship) and into more corridors.
Never ending corridors, that wove themselves into a maze to confuse space pirates who might dare to attack and board the ship.
"Gahhh, I hate the stupid Allegiance," she growled mainly to herself. "Mainly because that's probably who Jolie's working for."
But no, that didn't make sense at all. The Allegiance was new organization composed of rebels, space pirates, and a couple of underworld networks. Jolie might be bad, evil, and conniving, but Audrey was pretty sure Jolie had just as much contempt for the Allegiance as she did.
"Core of the mainframe computer. Stick to the plan, Audrey," she scolded herself as she quickly typed in the sixteen digit code Jolie had given her. She wondered if it would even work.
Audrey held her breath and once again whispered a prayer as the computer screen flashed Processing. "Let this work, God. Please!"
The door slid open to reveal the last corridor that would lead to the bridge. As she had anticipated, it was heavily guarded.
Audrey's energy sword, which had been invisible in the sheath strapped to her back, became a visible red glow as she unsheathed it and held it in her hand. She pulled the hood--complete with a face mask--down over her head, praying once again that at least the gear Jolie had given her was legitimate. At least, it should have been, anyway. It was made of the same tough carbon infused material that these things were made of.
"What's your game, Jolie?" she muttered to herself as the bullets hit the material, but bounced harmlessly to the floor. "Why are you giving me everything I need to get to the core of the mainframe? What do want with Troy?"
Slight pain made by the impact of the bullets jarred Audrey back to reality. She lunged forward, swinging her energy sword in wide sweep across two guards. Red electricity danced on their chests and they fell to the ground, twitching.
There was no incision, as there was no blade. It was formed by pure energy. For telepathics, it was usually an embodiment of mental energy, but Audrey wasn't a telepathic. This one worked on the principle of a battery producing the energy, and a crystal concentrating the energy beam, contorting it into a blade.
The guards probably would have stepped back at that point, but Audrey never gave them the chance, kicking one with her right leg underneath the chin, snapping his head back and knocking him out, while swinging her energy sword in her left hand and catching another across the neck.
Then she dropped into a crouch and swiped the feet out from under another as he fired six rounds where she'd just been standing.
"Ouch!" she gasped, as something penetrated the armor behind her left shoulder blade.
An energy blade.
"Oh come on! Of course you had to have one too!" she yelled to herself in frustration, clumsily swinging her own behind her, catching the soldier's hand as he went to jerk his weapon out.
He jerked back, banging his head against the opposite corridor wall, and Audrey reached around with difficulty, and pulled it out herself. She could feel blood pumping out of the wound, but she knew that it wasn't too bad. It wouldn't even need stitches.
Grunting, she stood to her feet and headed towards the bridge.
Jolie, what game are you playing? she echoed her earlier question. Are you trying to kill me, or help me? Or are you further manipulating?
Of course, Jolie didn't answer.