InsaneJournal

WHO: Nikola Tesla & The Toclafane
WHAT: The Toclafane aren't too impressed with someone trying to stop their fun
WHEN: Saturday, January 8th; Afternoon
WHERE: Tesla's makeshift apartment lab
RATING: PG-13
STATUS: Narrative; COMPLETE

He'd churned out a dozen more guns in short order and was currently working on upgrading the design. The improvisation that he'd done on the old plans had been enough for the short notice that he'd had, but their battery life and the necessity to recharge so often was a weakness that he could easily eliminate with the right amount of time. Time was something that they were all short on right now, though, and as Nikola slipped the last part back into place in his newest improvement at the same time the window crashed open on his apartment, he couldn't help but feel disgusted that this was how his was going to finally run out.

The voltage cracking through his hand seeped into the gun as he ducked behind an overturned table, ignoring the feeling of glass piercing into his skin as the Toclafane that had invaded his lab laughed. "Funny little man. Funny little scaredy man with his nasty, nasty toys. We don't like your game. Come play ours."

"Sorry, kiddo," Nikola said, popping up from behind the table and firing the gun, taking out one of the orbs as the others zoomed forward, prompting him to kick off the table and making a diving roll towards the other side of the room, grabbing a chair and pulling it over from a faint sort of protecting as he fired again and took another one out. Two down. Two to go. "I only play by my rules."

The remaining components that he'd gathered for his guns were sent scattering as the remaining Toclafane orbs doubled back, blades spinning and ripping through anything that they came in contact with as they dove towards him, Nikola attempting to throw himself out of the way again only to come up short as one of their blades jabbed through his leg, pinning him to the floor. "Cheaters get punished," One of the Toclafane hummed as the one that had him pinned to the floor giggled. "Cheaters never win."

The only thing that Tesla could think as he felt the Toclafane's blades slice through his chest and into his heart was: stupid morality.