Amos McCord's gut saved him.
Not his fledgling field instincts, or his subpar reflexes, but the extra pounds he'd put around his midsection due to his age and his sedentary desk job.
There was no way he could avoid what should've been an impossible shot- in fact, with the hulking Orcolan in his line of sight, he couldn't even see Preef raise his Peacemaker, which was probably for the best. Any sudden movements likely would've prompted the Mandalorian forcing his head back with the muzzle of a blaster to pull the trigger. Instead, the sound of blasterfire from elsewhere in the room rang out- some poor sop had gotten shot by Preef Callo.
It wasn't until his brain caught up to the rest of his nervous system, alerting him to a sharp and rapidly-spreading pain in his abdomen, that the 'poor sop' was him.
The Mandalorian and the Orcolan left him soon after, and with a crash the undercover Ranger toppled off his chair to his right and down to the floor. HIs flailing left hand caught his pile of credits and keys on the way down, ironically scattering the currency across the floor as Preef had requested earlier.
Both hands were immediately pressed into his stomach, or as much as he dared press them; a natural position, given the wound he'd sustained, that would also conceal the commlink that he'd palmed in his left hand while toppling over. Amos didn't have the authority to call in any kind of reinforcements, especially not to a place like this; it would take more Rangers than there were on Jakku to bring down an operation this size, and that was simply not a risk Higher Command was willing to take. But he quietly pressed the 'Call' button three times, knowing the device would send an SOS alert to the local Ranger outpost. It was the only thing he could do- inform HQ, and hope that someone else picked up the trail.
Staring through the maze of legs, with sounds around him growing dimmer by the second, Amos thought he caught the flash of the Zygerrian dancer's ankle bracelets, or else perhaps the gaze of the Jedi girl whose fate was also uncertain (@LadyRen). He tried for a reassuring smile before slipping mercifully into unconsciousness.
/KO and ThrExit
OOC: @Eccles Please PM me on the site if you want to discuss a follow-up thread.
@Malon @Xorism @Scoobert @Black Noise
Not his fledgling field instincts, or his subpar reflexes, but the extra pounds he'd put around his midsection due to his age and his sedentary desk job.
There was no way he could avoid what should've been an impossible shot- in fact, with the hulking Orcolan in his line of sight, he couldn't even see Preef raise his Peacemaker, which was probably for the best. Any sudden movements likely would've prompted the Mandalorian forcing his head back with the muzzle of a blaster to pull the trigger. Instead, the sound of blasterfire from elsewhere in the room rang out- some poor sop had gotten shot by Preef Callo.
It wasn't until his brain caught up to the rest of his nervous system, alerting him to a sharp and rapidly-spreading pain in his abdomen, that the 'poor sop' was him.
The Mandalorian and the Orcolan left him soon after, and with a crash the undercover Ranger toppled off his chair to his right and down to the floor. HIs flailing left hand caught his pile of credits and keys on the way down, ironically scattering the currency across the floor as Preef had requested earlier.
Both hands were immediately pressed into his stomach, or as much as he dared press them; a natural position, given the wound he'd sustained, that would also conceal the commlink that he'd palmed in his left hand while toppling over. Amos didn't have the authority to call in any kind of reinforcements, especially not to a place like this; it would take more Rangers than there were on Jakku to bring down an operation this size, and that was simply not a risk Higher Command was willing to take. But he quietly pressed the 'Call' button three times, knowing the device would send an SOS alert to the local Ranger outpost. It was the only thing he could do- inform HQ, and hope that someone else picked up the trail.
Staring through the maze of legs, with sounds around him growing dimmer by the second, Amos thought he caught the flash of the Zygerrian dancer's ankle bracelets, or else perhaps the gaze of the Jedi girl whose fate was also uncertain (@LadyRen). He tried for a reassuring smile before slipping mercifully into unconsciousness.
/KO and ThrExit
OOC: @Eccles Please PM me on the site if you want to discuss a follow-up thread.
@Malon @Xorism @Scoobert @Black Noise
