Roak's War: A Roak: Galactic Bounty Hunter Novel by Jake Bible

Author:Jake Bible [Bible, Jake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2021-02-03T05:00:00+00:00

16.

Roak was exhausted.

His ribs were killing him, his head felt like it was going to explode, and the rest of his body wasn't doing too much better.

"I'm out!" Gerber yelled.

Roak threw the man yet another plasma rifle. The general didn't exactly look like the pique of health either.

The sanctuary was filled with stunned bodies. Literally. They stacked several meters high and stretched from the open wall almost to Roak and Gerber's barrier.

And more bodies were being added to the stack every second.

"Get that one on the right!" Gerber shouted.

Roak had stopped being annoyed at Gerber's orders over an hour ago. The man was a GF general and used to barking orders. Turned out he was a machine when it came to firing a rifle, so Roak let the constant ordering slide.

Roak got the one on the right. As ordered.

His pistol powered down and he scrambled about for a fresh one, but the stack of pistols he'd had at the ready was gone and replaced by a stack of useless hunks of metal alloy and plastic.

"I'm out," Roak said. "Keep them busy."

"Keep them busy?" Gerber snapped.

"Do what you can," Roak said.

He raced into the armory and searched through empty crates, empty drawers, empty cabinets. There was a reason everything was empty. They were out of weapons and power cells to fuel those weapons.

Well, almost out of weapons.

"What the fuck is that?" Gerber asked as Roak returned.

"Metal table leg," Roak said. He hefted it in his hand then gave his glove a hard smack. "It'll have to do."

Gerber glanced behind them at a table that was tilting at one corner.

"You didn't think to grab me one?" Gerber snapped and stomped into the armory. He shoved the table onto its back and removed another leg then stomped back to Roak. "Teamwork, asshole."

Roak smirked.

"You aren't so bad," Roak said to Gerber.

"Same with you," Gerber said. "I could die with worse."

"Die?" Roak laughed and clambered up over the barrier. "Dying ain't happening today, Gerber. At least, it ain't happening to me."

Roak slid down the front of the barrier and swung the table leg back and forth as controlled salvage mercs scrambled over the pile of their stunned comrades.

"Do not kill them!" Boss Seven called from the dais.

"No promises," Roak said.

"Roak! The deal will be off if you kill any of them!" Gerber shouted from behind Roak.

"The only deal I care about right now is the one where I live," Roak said.

He brought the table leg up to his shoulder as the first salvage merc, an ugly looking Spilfleck, rushed him, its neck frill fully extended and pulsing red and orange. Roak let the table leg fly and the Spilfleck dropped hard. The neck frill wilted and the pulsing colors stopped as the flesh returned to a normal, boring green-beige.

"He's alive," Roak announced. "Hey, Seven!"

"I heard you, Roak," Boss Seven replied.

"I know," Roak said as he got ready for a pair of Shiv'ernas that were racing right for him. "If these guys aren't in stasis anymore then what in all the Hells are you doing?"

"Many things in many places, Roak," Boss Seven said.

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