02-14-2025, 03:21 PM
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Cass began to understand the magnitude of her miscalculation, a miscalculation she was likely to pay for in blood. At that moment in time, she wished she was one of the more crusty variants that formed within the security ranks, the ones that kept a kinetic sidearm or a hidden mini-phaser set to pulverize within reach at all times. She suspected if the captain of the Artemis had been here, Cass would have found out once and for all if the rumors about her sidearm of choice were true or not. Instead, Cass was left to consider her options with the few seconds of life she had left.
In her mind, she had three options with some small subvariants. She could try to reset her rifle to kill and hope that she got it back up on plane before the Klingon closed the distance beyond her barrel. She could always try to retreat a little but the space was small and there wasn't really anywhere to go with enough room to give her the time she needed. Alternatively, she could switch to her sidearm, knowing she could change its function faster, and possibly use the rifle to create enough space to allow her to finish the maneuver. Or she could truly just accept her fate, draw her own knife and lose to a bezerking Klingon in a hopeless melee. Regardless, she didn't see any ending that didn't result in the very large knife finding a seam in her armor.
There was no conscious decision making as she started moving, her rifle shifting to her non-dominant hand so that she could muzzle strike for distance if needed as her dominant hand ripped her pistol out of its holster. Her thumb was toggling the device to kill even as her legs resisted the urge to shift back and planted themselves instead. It was very likely the Klingon would grab her rifle and the sling would pull her into him but if he did, she'd at least get a good contact shot in during her final moments in this universe.
All she needed was to get one round off and at this distance, she didn't think there was any way she could miss. Everything else around her just seemed to dull to a low hum as her heartbeat made it into her ears in these final moments before impact of one sort or another.
== GM: Does she manage to get her pistol swapped over to kill in time? Does she get a shot off before getting steamrolled? ==
In her mind, she had three options with some small subvariants. She could try to reset her rifle to kill and hope that she got it back up on plane before the Klingon closed the distance beyond her barrel. She could always try to retreat a little but the space was small and there wasn't really anywhere to go with enough room to give her the time she needed. Alternatively, she could switch to her sidearm, knowing she could change its function faster, and possibly use the rifle to create enough space to allow her to finish the maneuver. Or she could truly just accept her fate, draw her own knife and lose to a bezerking Klingon in a hopeless melee. Regardless, she didn't see any ending that didn't result in the very large knife finding a seam in her armor.
There was no conscious decision making as she started moving, her rifle shifting to her non-dominant hand so that she could muzzle strike for distance if needed as her dominant hand ripped her pistol out of its holster. Her thumb was toggling the device to kill even as her legs resisted the urge to shift back and planted themselves instead. It was very likely the Klingon would grab her rifle and the sling would pull her into him but if he did, she'd at least get a good contact shot in during her final moments in this universe.
All she needed was to get one round off and at this distance, she didn't think there was any way she could miss. Everything else around her just seemed to dull to a low hum as her heartbeat made it into her ears in these final moments before impact of one sort or another.
== GM: Does she manage to get her pistol swapped over to kill in time? Does she get a shot off before getting steamrolled? ==