bluetooth’s to translate through our
tablets... as long as we remember to keep them charged.” He gave Doc a dirty
look. She nodded. His eyes were wide as he filmed the scene. “Sorry about Ben,
he was a nice guy.”
“Yeah,
he was,” Perry said nodding. “Stupid though. He should have waited.” Sydney
turned to object but Ryans shook his head.
“Shit
happens. Sometimes there isn't anything we can do but get an umbrella and a big
roll of TP. Let's get moving,” he ordered, waving to the trucks.
<==={}------------>
They
buried the dead, righted the carriage, and put the women in it just as a pair
of refugees came from up the road. They were immediately pressed into
service, as were the horses and reptilian animals of the late raiders. The
princesses rode off without a word. “Well that's some thanks,” Perry said
disgusted. A few moments later they heard an animal's scream and then a
woman's.
“I
knew it was too good to be true,” he said in disgust running to the vehicles.
They rushed off to find the women trapped and encircled by more raiders.
Perry
grimaced and fired a single shot over their heads. The raiders paused and then
looked at him in shock and surprise. He fired a second shot, this time at the
feet of the leader of the raiders. The man looked wide eyed at the dirt kicked
up by the shot. The animals were bucking in their traces, those riding them
were having all they could do to control their beasts, and weapons remained in
their scabbards or on the ground where they had dropped them.
“Think
it over red,” Ryans snarled.
The
red haired, red bearded giant looked around and then snarled something. He
turned his beast to leave. Just as they were about to relax he spun it in
place. He reached for his scabbard but Ryans fired. The man tottered in the
saddle clutching his chest and then fell. The military personnel fired as well,
picking off the other raiders in short one or three shot bursts.
“I'd
say that did it,” Perry said looking at the body. Most of the animals had gone
off into the bush when the weapons fire started. A few were dragging the bodies
of their riders.
“Yeah,”
Ryans sighed, seeing the girls looking at him. He shrugged. The other two
refugees were huddling together on the roof of the coach. They looked from him
to the women and then back. They looked a little pale.
One
of the carriage mounts was dead. That presented a problem he realized. The
ladies apparently didn't want to leave the carriage so they climbed out and
then they ordered the two refugees down.
“What
are they doing?” Perry asked as the refugees dismounted and began to strip the
tack off the dead beast. One of the other mounts nudged them, then its partner,
making mournful noises. The woman cooed, patting its nose then pushing it away.
It looked away and faruped.
“Getting
down to business,” Ryans replied turning away to the Terrans. He was putting
labels on his people, Terrans versus raiders with these native people stuck in
the middle. “We should do the same. It's obviously not safe here.” He looked
around. One of the refugees looked at a wounded mount and said something to the
princesses. The women looked out then climbed out to touch the beast.
It
had cross bow bolts stuck in its side. Its blood was dripping down. It was
trying to pull the bolts out with a hand and its mouth, but was failing. One
clawed hand splintered one of the bolts. It cried out piteously in pain,
throwing its head up and then bellowing.
“That
did it,” Perry muttered as the other animals became restless. “Just what we
don't need, a wounded alien critter.” He started forward drawing his weapon as
the younger woman, Zara came running forward and hugged the huge creature.
She
stroked it for a moment. Perry got to her just as one of the refugees tried to
pull the bolt out. The creature bellowed in agony and threw its body around,
thrashing in pain.
“Look
out girl!” Perry said grabbing the girl and pulling
tablets... as long as we remember to keep them charged.” He gave Doc a dirty
look. She nodded. His eyes were wide as he filmed the scene. “Sorry about Ben,
he was a nice guy.”
“Yeah,
he was,” Perry said nodding. “Stupid though. He should have waited.” Sydney
turned to object but Ryans shook his head.
“Shit
happens. Sometimes there isn't anything we can do but get an umbrella and a big
roll of TP. Let's get moving,” he ordered, waving to the trucks.
<==={}------------>
They
buried the dead, righted the carriage, and put the women in it just as a pair
of refugees came from up the road. They were immediately pressed into
service, as were the horses and reptilian animals of the late raiders. The
princesses rode off without a word. “Well that's some thanks,” Perry said
disgusted. A few moments later they heard an animal's scream and then a
woman's.
“I
knew it was too good to be true,” he said in disgust running to the vehicles.
They rushed off to find the women trapped and encircled by more raiders.
Perry
grimaced and fired a single shot over their heads. The raiders paused and then
looked at him in shock and surprise. He fired a second shot, this time at the
feet of the leader of the raiders. The man looked wide eyed at the dirt kicked
up by the shot. The animals were bucking in their traces, those riding them
were having all they could do to control their beasts, and weapons remained in
their scabbards or on the ground where they had dropped them.
“Think
it over red,” Ryans snarled.
The
red haired, red bearded giant looked around and then snarled something. He
turned his beast to leave. Just as they were about to relax he spun it in
place. He reached for his scabbard but Ryans fired. The man tottered in the
saddle clutching his chest and then fell. The military personnel fired as well,
picking off the other raiders in short one or three shot bursts.
“I'd
say that did it,” Perry said looking at the body. Most of the animals had gone
off into the bush when the weapons fire started. A few were dragging the bodies
of their riders.
“Yeah,”
Ryans sighed, seeing the girls looking at him. He shrugged. The other two
refugees were huddling together on the roof of the coach. They looked from him
to the women and then back. They looked a little pale.
One
of the carriage mounts was dead. That presented a problem he realized. The
ladies apparently didn't want to leave the carriage so they climbed out and
then they ordered the two refugees down.
“What
are they doing?” Perry asked as the refugees dismounted and began to strip the
tack off the dead beast. One of the other mounts nudged them, then its partner,
making mournful noises. The woman cooed, patting its nose then pushing it away.
It looked away and faruped.
“Getting
down to business,” Ryans replied turning away to the Terrans. He was putting
labels on his people, Terrans versus raiders with these native people stuck in
the middle. “We should do the same. It's obviously not safe here.” He looked
around. One of the refugees looked at a wounded mount and said something to the
princesses. The women looked out then climbed out to touch the beast.
It
had cross bow bolts stuck in its side. Its blood was dripping down. It was
trying to pull the bolts out with a hand and its mouth, but was failing. One
clawed hand splintered one of the bolts. It cried out piteously in pain,
throwing its head up and then bellowing.
“That
did it,” Perry muttered as the other animals became restless. “Just what we
don't need, a wounded alien critter.” He started forward drawing his weapon as
the younger woman, Zara came running forward and hugged the huge creature.
She
stroked it for a moment. Perry got to her just as one of the refugees tried to
pull the bolt out. The creature bellowed in agony and threw its body around,
thrashing in pain.
“Look
out girl!” Perry said grabbing the girl and pulling
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