Escaping the Prison
"America Chavez?" Darcy stood up just as an explosion blasted through the side of the hallway, shaking the building to it's core. The princess put her hands over her ears and closed her eyes.
Before anything else could happen Maria had spun around the table and grabbed the back of the prisoner's uniform. He attempted to pull away but stopped when the pirate shook him by the back of the neck.
Natasha pulled out her gun and stood next to Hill, waiting for orders of what she should do next. They could hear the riots currently happening outside and the yelling and stomping of the prison personnel.
"Check the door."
Natasha complied, moving to the metal door and glancing out the small window, the door was busted open with the pirate in front of it and she was pushed down to the floor. She rolled over as a flood of guards came in through the door; she was on her knees with her gun raised as their faces became visible.
The redhead was about to shoot, when Hill raised a calm hand, "What the hell is going on?" She asked the guard in the front.
"A rogue guard or an imposter, we're not sure. Either way, a prisoner's dead and we're trying to contain the other prisoners. It would be best if you left."
Hill tightened her grip on Foggy's uniform and he shifted uncomfortably, "Then we're taking this prisoner with us. He has valuable information."
The guard thought about it, his face hardening as he considered the option. One which he was obviously not fond of. But he didn't get a chance to give his verdict before there was a gunshot and he was flown forward, knocked out on the hard floor.
Darcy screamed and Maria pulled Nelson out of the way, pulling her gun up and firing four warning shots out the door. The princess pulled Natasha over to the side as well and the pirate struggled to stand up.
Nothing came through the door and the group glanced around wildly, waiting for the attacker to come through the door. However, they were all watching with their heads up but the main threat came in under their eye line and before she knew what happened, Hill was knocked over by a flash of pink.
Clava pushed her over easily and stood proudly, holding a gun and pointing it at the pirate. Her tail whipped back and forth excitedly. Behind her, America came though the door, wielding two guns and grinning.
"I wanna thank you ladies for moving him halfway for me. I really appreciate it. Now, if you don't move. We won't kill you. Got it?"
Hill's jaw set and she glanced over at the other two women. In a quick moment of beautiful coordination, Darcy jumped to the side, flipping the table over fast enough for Natasha to slid herself behind it, dodging the shots that Chavez was firing at the floor.
Hill lifted her leg and kicked the small alien as she was distracted. Clava hit the ground with a padded thud but a moment later she was back on her feet, determined to tear the face off of Hill.
From there everything went to hell, even more than before, Darcy threw her jacket onto the small pirate and suddenly the air was filled with chaotic gun fire as Clava threw a shocked tantrum from underneath the jacket.
Natasha bolted forward, grabbing America and pulling her down to the ground, preventing her from shooting Hill. The gun slid to the other side of the hallway but Chavez shot a perfectly aimed kick at the redhead, hitting her directly in the jaw. America finished her off with a kick to the gut.
She groaned and wiped off the blood from her lip, turning angrily as Foggy slipped out of the room and escaped down the hallway. Darcy was still wrestling with Clava but she looked up as she saw Natasha lying on the ground clutching her stomach. She wrapped the small pirate up and tied the jacket arms around her before sliding her out of the way.
She didn't know where Hill went but she crawled over to Natasha, keeping her head down and hoping that the young pirate didn't turn back around from where she was chasing after the prisoner.
"Nat! Nat are you okay?" Darcy shook her shoulders lightly.
The redhead coughed, "That kids got quite the kick." She said with a pained chuckle.
She removed her hand and Darcy's eyes widened and she shifted to get a better look. "It looks like she had some help."
Natasha looked down and held her hand up, it was dripping in blood and on her abdomen where the girl kicked her was a shallow but heavily bleeding wound. "Well, at least I don't feel like such a wussy."
Darcy didn't smile at the joke, her hands were shaking and she was breathing in shudders, "What do I do, Nat?"
"Nothing, I'm okay, let's just get out of here." The redhead attempted to pull herself up. Her face twisted in pain but she shook her head and moved herself into a sitting position. Darcy stayed close; her hand's following the pirate's arms as she moved.
"Help me up and let's get out of here." Darcy immediately obliged and pulled the shorter woman up on her feet. Natasha groaned but pulled her arm tightly to her side and took a step forward.
"What are we going to do?" The princess stayed near to the pirate.
"Get the hell out of here."
"What about Foggy?" Darcy checked the hallway, there were sounds of loud fighting just on the other side. They could hear the yells and screams of both the prisoners and the guards.
"Hopefully Hill's got him. If she doesn't, then he's probably dead." She said blatantly. "The best we can do is get back to the ship."
"Okay, that way." Darcy pointed to the front gate.
Natasha shook her head, "No, this way." She hobbled painfully into the room across from where they were standing. "This'll also alert Hill to our position. If she's still here. Which I have a feeling that she is."
Natasha brought out a magnetic explosive and stuck it onto the back wall, she clicked a few buttons and then walked the other way, bringing Darcy with her. "Get down." She said as she used the rest of her strength to pull the princess to the ground.
Darcy covered her ears and the pirate did the same. The wall was blown out with an explosion that caused the ground to rumble. The princess whimpered but Natasha patted her arm and getsured to the hole the bomb made. Darcy nodded, "Let's go."
Before they left through their makeshift exit, Natasha grabbed a flare gun out of one of of the cabinents in the locker room, pointed it in the air and pulled the trigger. The red flame shot out into the air, alerting Hill where the safest exit was before her comrades made their way to the ship.
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"You're pretty good, for a child, but let me teach you a few things." Maria stood back breathing heavily. Her lip was split and a section of her uniform was ripped off.
She was standing in front of America, who, despite her lack of experience had managed to keep herself together in this fight. However, she looked like she was about to be
taken out. Nonetheless, she pulled out a knife from her boot and went towards the older pirate.
Without missing a beat, Maria ducked down sweeping the girls legs out from underneath her. She elbowed her wrist and the knife flew out, as America hit the floor with a thud, Maria stood over her holding the girls weapon.
America glared up at Hill. The older pirate looked arrogant as she stood over the younger. But she didn't have a lot of time to gloat as America pulled herself up and threw a sideways kick right at the older pirate's stomach. Hill dodged the attack but still ended up with a nasty slice down her forearm.
Maria glared at the kid, grumbling bitterly to herself, "Little pain in the ass."
A few rooms away Clava pulled out a large two handed gun that seemed to weigh her down. Foggy was trapped in the corner as he realized that he couldn't run any more. The small pirate sneered, "You're lucky we need you 'cause otherwise I would of just killed you by now."
Foggy thought for a moment, his hands up gingerly, "Thank you?"
The pink pirate growled and shoved the gun forward, "Move it, punk." She ordered.
He didn't move and he was looking past her hopefully, She stabbed the gun in his direction again and yelled but she stopped short when she felt the tip of a gun on the back of her head.
"Drop your weapon and back away from the prisoner."
Clava groaned and glanced above her to where a woman in a medical jacket was pointing a handgun right at her head. The small pirate rolled her eyes, no longer intimidated by developments like this one. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Claire Temple and this prisoner's health is my responsibility, so I suggest you just get the hell out of here."
Clava grumbled, "Oh brother-- Hey, lady you just need to calm down, alright?"
"I'm the one with the gun, now drop it!" She ordered.
Clava was about to reluctantly obey when America crashed through the door right into the doctor, sending them both forward onto the floor.
"Clava! Clava, we've got a problem!"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, the Military are here, we need to get the fuck out!"
"What about Foggy?"
"We're taking him with us." America stood up, effectively taking the doctor's gun and grabbing onto the front of Foggy's uniform.
"No you're not." Temple stood up and blocked the door, America and Clava gave each other a glance.
"Fine, you're coming with us too, Doc." America grabbed her and pushed her forward, Claire resisted but didn't have much of a choice since the girl had a gun pointed at her head.
"What happened to Hill?"
"I took care of her."
They were halfway out the building when the explosions began from air attacks, attempting to block any escape attempts. The ground shook underneath them and they were all panting and sweating from the heat.
America grunted and pushed Temple to the side, keeping her gun pointed at the doctor. "You stay there if you want to live, Doc." She fired a warning shot next to her and Claire jumped.
The duo and the prisoner were out of her sight and although Claire was distraught she was still looking around, watching for any casualties. She was about to move when she felt the barrel on a gun on her temple and she groaned, she also felt the warm sensation of blood on her back.
"Do exactly as I say and you'll live through this, understand." Hill's labored breathing was in her ear.
"You know, I'm getting really tired of this day."
"That's to bad, Doctor. Move." Claire did as she was told, moving forward into the tunnels with the gun placed on her head.
"This is just great." She said as she looked out and saw the ever increasing military presence and the fighter planes that were circling the vicinity firing at anything that moved.
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"How long should we wait? Darcy was pacing the ship, the explosions from outside were getting closer and closer. Natasha was sitting up on a bench area; she had bandages and was currently wrapping them around her torso, in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
“I don’t know. But Hill will come back soon, I’m sure.” The truth was that she didn’t know what was going on. Was Hill dead? She had no idea but what she did know that within the next hour they were going to have to get the hell out of this system, with or without Hill.
“I see them!” Darcy pointed and shouted loudly through the ship.
Natasha stood up, keeping a hand on her side, “Maria and Foggy?” She asked walking up to stand next to the princess.
“No, the girl and the space kangaroo and Foggy. They’re headed towards us.”
“Shit!” Natasha moved past her and headed for the cockpit, she would have to get out or kill them or both.
“Wait! Maria!” Darcy jumped up and down a few times and pointed out the window. Natasha stopped what she was doing and ran to the window, pulling out a pair of hypersensitive binoculars.
She looked through them and then dropped the device, “Looks like she’s got a hostage, the real question is, why are the other two coming here?”
“Maybe because of that.” Darcy pointed to the side at a particularly large explosion.
“Do you think maybe they made a deal?”
Natasha shrugged, “I don’t know but let’s be ready for whatever is about to happen. Here.” She handed the princess a two handed blaster and gestured her head towards the ramp.
They got in position behind some crates and waited for the ramp to open. When it did, they glanced around to see Hill along with the newly acquired group pushing their way inside. Foggy and the woman were shoved inside first.
Hill aimed her gun at America’s throat, “You try to fuck us over, I’ll kill you, I don’t care if you’re 12.”
America sneered, “I’m fifteen.”
Natasha stood up with her gun raised, “What the hell is going on?”
“Their ship was destroyed, they want to make a deal.” Either way, we need to get the hell out of here before our ship is next.” Hill made for the cockpit but ended up nearly passing out as she moved.
America pushed passed her, “I got it.”
Hill groaned, some in pain and some in the fact that she was letting a girl fly her ship out of Venus. She was bleeding profusely out of a bullet wound in her shoulder and her side.
Claire moved to help her, but the pirate pulled her gun out, “Back in the corner prisoner.” She threatened.
“I’m trying to help you, idiot.”
“And why would I believe that?” Hill raised an eyebrow, still pointing the gun at the doctor.
“Because I’m a fucking doctor.” She ignored the gun and moved under the pirate’s arm to help her get to a cot. Hill thought about it for a moment then dropped the gun. Clava was in the process of moving Foggy into a containment area.
Claire moved Hill to a cot and made her lay down before leaving and breaking into the first aid. Natasha leaned down and looked at the other pirate critically, “Why the hell are they here?”
“We needed a hostage.”
“Not her, the other two.”
Hill sighed, “They want the same thing we do, it can’t hurt to have a bigger crew, plus now they owe us. It’s an investment.”
“An investment? What the hell, Hill? They’re going to kill us in our sleep the moment they get the chance to, you know that.”
Hill covered her face with her hand, “I know that very well, Romanov.” Then her voice dropped, “I wasn’t leaving a fifteen year old to die at the hands of the Venus guard, she’s a child.”
“A child who would kill both of us if she had the chance to.”
Hill didn’t answer but laid back as Temple returned and began working on her wounds. Romanov left the captain and went into the lounge area of the ship, she was met with a very nervous Darcy. The princess was sitting stiffly in a chair and mumbling something to herself. Natasha didn’t know why she cared so much.
“You alright, princess?”
Darcy stood up to face her, she looked down shyly, something that was always out of character for the princess, “Can I have a hug?”
“First time in the middle of a combat situation?” Romanov asked with a look of sympathy. Darcy nodded quickly.
“Come here.” Natasha opened her arms and the princess tucked herself into the pirate’s body. Enjoying the fleeting comfort that was so rare in this situation.