[Those things took a lot of damage before going down, it seemed. But that made sense for something that didn't seem to have any vital organs in its head. He wondered if it had them anywhere...
As her ammo regenerates, Julian made sure to physically keep her covered. He wasn't a fighter, but he wasn't about to leave anyone behind, either. Not only was it just not the Starfleet way, but it wasn't the Julian Bashir way either. If he lost sight of her, he had no way to reach her so they could reconvene. Even if his comm badge had been somehow wirelessly rerouted to some system here, she didn't appear to have one.
They reach the curtains and Julian snatches one of the rods off a nearby display. He unscrewed the rounded attachment and turned just in time to see Jesse use some kind of telekinetic power. There was no time to gawk. He'd be his curious self later. Right now, he catches sight of the third that seemed to evade her attack. It also seemed to be the one with the rather fortunate holes in its head. Julian skipped backwards, lined up his shot, and threw the rod like a javelin. Genetically modified hand-eye coordination was a blessing at the moment, so was his slightly modified strength. The makeshift javelin pierced right through one of the bullet holes he'd been aiming for and knocked the creature back, pinning it to the nearby wall display. Quickly, Julian scrambled down the aisles with Jesse, making sure she was still close as he ran.
Several turns and aisles later, Julian darted down an aisle that seemed to have old fashioned camping tents on display. He gestured to one of them and put his foot out so the little SCP that had no breaks had something to collide with so it could stop with ease. He wasn't nearly as winded as a human should be after a lengthy run like that, but such is the life of an Augment.]
Are you alright? [He was keeping a careful ear out for the sounds of any other Staff. At the moment, they were in the clear, but he knew that could change at a moment's notice.]
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As her ammo regenerates, Julian made sure to physically keep her covered. He wasn't a fighter, but he wasn't about to leave anyone behind, either. Not only was it just not the Starfleet way, but it wasn't the Julian Bashir way either. If he lost sight of her, he had no way to reach her so they could reconvene. Even if his comm badge had been somehow wirelessly rerouted to some system here, she didn't appear to have one.
They reach the curtains and Julian snatches one of the rods off a nearby display. He unscrewed the rounded attachment and turned just in time to see Jesse use some kind of telekinetic power. There was no time to gawk. He'd be his curious self later. Right now, he catches sight of the third that seemed to evade her attack. It also seemed to be the one with the rather fortunate holes in its head. Julian skipped backwards, lined up his shot, and threw the rod like a javelin. Genetically modified hand-eye coordination was a blessing at the moment, so was his slightly modified strength. The makeshift javelin pierced right through one of the bullet holes he'd been aiming for and knocked the creature back, pinning it to the nearby wall display. Quickly, Julian scrambled down the aisles with Jesse, making sure she was still close as he ran.
Several turns and aisles later, Julian darted down an aisle that seemed to have old fashioned camping tents on display. He gestured to one of them and put his foot out so the little SCP that had no breaks had something to collide with so it could stop with ease. He wasn't nearly as winded as a human should be after a lengthy run like that, but such is the life of an Augment.]
Are you alright? [He was keeping a careful ear out for the sounds of any other Staff. At the moment, they were in the clear, but he knew that could change at a moment's notice.]