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Tairei's Short Story: Oberyn

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“Tairei, good to finally meet you,” Oberyn coughed in futile derision. “You’ve caused me quite a bit of trouble now, mercenary. You disabled my jammer, and we heard your little cry for help. This was supposed to be a covert operation and you’ve dismantled my plan.” Tairei explained with a bitter distaste in her voice. “What can I say, I couldn’t let you bleed this little town dry without a little resistance,” Oberyn spat, mockingly. The woman clasped her hands together, resting her chin against her thumbs. Oberyn weakly struggled against his captors, yanking his arms against their iron grasp. They overpowered him by volumes, and despite his dissent, he was trapped. "Normally, I'm not one to take captives. On the other hand, I never expected the Crusade to send clones. Not for a little reconnaissance, at …show more content…

She stood and gestured toward Animus with a blasé wave of her hand. "Kill the hound," She demanded. "No! No wait! Please, God, no, don't kill her!" Oberyn protested, the light static of his helmet accentuating the panic in his voice. A Paladin stepped closer to the wounded and immobile slaver hound, igniting her in a bath of light. Pulses of his laser rifle cooked her flesh and dissolved the fatty tissue. The smell of burnt fur filled the air as a cloud of thick black smoke lifted from her form. Her flesh slipped from her limbs in a gelatinous puddle as she silently writhed and quivered in pain, unable to voice her agony. Oberyn briefly escaped the grasp of his captors with a terrible, electronic howl of anguish. He crawled toward his smoldering companion, but the Crimson Paladins held him back. In the struggle, he managed to pry a weapon from one of them. He pressed the barrel upward with a hard thrust into the Paladin’s jaw and yanked on the trigger with a blood-drunk snarl. The Raider's head exploded instantly and its body rolled to the ground, twitching as the remnant nerves

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