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***The story***
The Beast
Janus was on another boring routine patrol mission on his vertibird. It was humming silently in auto-pilot mode. This time he was alone so there was noone to talk to. It became boring so he sunk deep into his thoughts. He stared at some of the gauges of his vertibird, thinking...
Dear Chrissie. Dear, sweet Chrissie...
He would cook his specialty, a roasted iguana with xander root on it. He gives a desert flower to his lovee. Just trying to make her happy. He lights the candles he paid so dearly for. He offers a seat to the beutiful Chrissie. They sit beside a wooden table and start to eat. Enjoying every bite they took. He has even managed to get some wine from the traders far away. Good wine, not like the booze people sell around here. A wine only Chrissie was worth. He smiles and comes closer to her...
Janus suddenly snapped out of his dream. He finally looked at what he was staring at. It was a fuel gauge, there was nothing special about it. However the burning light next to it was special, and rare too. It showed him that his verti was running out of gas. His smile quickly disappears from his face as he looks at the map. He had been dreaming for too long. The verti had flown far away from his home, New Arroyo. There were no settlements nearby, at least according to the map. He decides to do the only thing he could do, land and call out for assistance. He takes the auto-pilot off and starts to steer looking for a safe place to land. But what does he see? Rocks, rocks and rocks, everywhere. When he only has a drop of gas left, he lands on a small clearing... succesfully.
Janus's mind starts to act fast. Thinking of the possibilities and the results. Soon he realized that the only thing he could is to call for help and wait. He picked up the transmitter and said:
"Gamma patrol number fourteen calling New Arroyo, come in New Arroyo. Over."
He repeated it many times there was no answer.
After a slight pause he understood why the radio was silent. He was out of range, and had been for a long time. He decided that the only way of survival would be to leave the verti and explore. He got the creeps as he realized that it was his first time to touch grund out of New Arroyo. Well, he had flown to far-away places of the world, but never actually exited the bird and walked upon the land.
He stepped out. Touched the rocks and smelled the sand. It felt kind of special. But not for long. He soon noticed a shadow on one of the rocks, a big shadow. A shadow that scared him, but not as much as when he saw the beast itself. It was a brownish red coloured creature. It had large feet, probably capable of moving very fast. The monster had huge teeth and even bigger claws. It was about the size of three men stacked together. For some reason the it reminded him an overgrown featherless chicken with arms. It also had a tail at least 3 feet long and it was shivering very dangerously, probably ready to attack.
The beast approached. Janus unholstered his 9mm and aimed. The beast stopped. It hesitated. Janus's hand started shaking, for the first time of his life, he was scared, really scared. He shot. The bullet flew forward, and scraped the beast's head. It shouted, or squealed would be a better word. It became angry. It charged. Janus ran. He ran as fast as he could, for as long as he could. But he didn't stop because he was tired. He stopped because something threw him to the ground. He felt pain, agony. Like his skin would have been teared off. He didn't know how right he was and it was better that way too. He waited, couldn't get himself to move. Then he saw the beast again. He shot, missed. The beast got even closer. Janus saw a claw, getting bigger by every split moment... he felt pain. His head fell. The world became black.
****
Drywg looked at the beast he had just killed. Or maybe a critter would be a better world. It was small, but still managed to wound him. It attacked without a warning and deserved to die. He was gonna be in big trouble when he got home. Girven would have to nurse him for days. And who would hunt for food while he was ill? Not junior he was too small, maybe Morwg. His mind was full of thoughts as he picked up the body and started walking home...
***The story***
The Beast
Janus was on another boring routine patrol mission on his vertibird. It was humming silently in auto-pilot mode. This time he was alone so there was noone to talk to. It became boring so he sunk deep into his thoughts. He stared at some of the gauges of his vertibird, thinking...
Dear Chrissie. Dear, sweet Chrissie...
He would cook his specialty, a roasted iguana with xander root on it. He gives a desert flower to his lovee. Just trying to make her happy. He lights the candles he paid so dearly for. He offers a seat to the beutiful Chrissie. They sit beside a wooden table and start to eat. Enjoying every bite they took. He has even managed to get some wine from the traders far away. Good wine, not like the booze people sell around here. A wine only Chrissie was worth. He smiles and comes closer to her...
Janus suddenly snapped out of his dream. He finally looked at what he was staring at. It was a fuel gauge, there was nothing special about it. However the burning light next to it was special, and rare too. It showed him that his verti was running out of gas. His smile quickly disappears from his face as he looks at the map. He had been dreaming for too long. The verti had flown far away from his home, New Arroyo. There were no settlements nearby, at least according to the map. He decides to do the only thing he could do, land and call out for assistance. He takes the auto-pilot off and starts to steer looking for a safe place to land. But what does he see? Rocks, rocks and rocks, everywhere. When he only has a drop of gas left, he lands on a small clearing... succesfully.
Janus's mind starts to act fast. Thinking of the possibilities and the results. Soon he realized that the only thing he could is to call for help and wait. He picked up the transmitter and said:
"Gamma patrol number fourteen calling New Arroyo, come in New Arroyo. Over."
He repeated it many times there was no answer.
After a slight pause he understood why the radio was silent. He was out of range, and had been for a long time. He decided that the only way of survival would be to leave the verti and explore. He got the creeps as he realized that it was his first time to touch grund out of New Arroyo. Well, he had flown to far-away places of the world, but never actually exited the bird and walked upon the land.
He stepped out. Touched the rocks and smelled the sand. It felt kind of special. But not for long. He soon noticed a shadow on one of the rocks, a big shadow. A shadow that scared him, but not as much as when he saw the beast itself. It was a brownish red coloured creature. It had large feet, probably capable of moving very fast. The monster had huge teeth and even bigger claws. It was about the size of three men stacked together. For some reason the it reminded him an overgrown featherless chicken with arms. It also had a tail at least 3 feet long and it was shivering very dangerously, probably ready to attack.
The beast approached. Janus unholstered his 9mm and aimed. The beast stopped. It hesitated. Janus's hand started shaking, for the first time of his life, he was scared, really scared. He shot. The bullet flew forward, and scraped the beast's head. It shouted, or squealed would be a better word. It became angry. It charged. Janus ran. He ran as fast as he could, for as long as he could. But he didn't stop because he was tired. He stopped because something threw him to the ground. He felt pain, agony. Like his skin would have been teared off. He didn't know how right he was and it was better that way too. He waited, couldn't get himself to move. Then he saw the beast again. He shot, missed. The beast got even closer. Janus saw a claw, getting bigger by every split moment... he felt pain. His head fell. The world became black.
****
Drywg looked at the beast he had just killed. Or maybe a critter would be a better world. It was small, but still managed to wound him. It attacked without a warning and deserved to die. He was gonna be in big trouble when he got home. Girven would have to nurse him for days. And who would hunt for food while he was ill? Not junior he was too small, maybe Morwg. His mind was full of thoughts as he picked up the body and started walking home...
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