Post by The Great MM on May 24, 2009 20:25:24 GMT -5
Beneath the waves of the Pacific, deep within the abyss, a squadron of Death Rays patrolled. The ambush cancelled, their orders were simple: stay put. Thank god the vehicles didn’t run on gas or oil, otherwise they’d be running on fumes by now. It was their second go around when the on-board computers felt the impact of Tormata striking the Lawless Zone like some sort of gigantic basketball.
Inside the head ray, Zygrar sat with his eyes closed, warm air blowing over his body from the ray’s vents. One of the other pilot’s faces appeared on the dash screen, the reptile complaining about being bored or hungry, or possibly both. It was going on the sixth hour, after all.
Bored himself, he sat up, pressing a button next to the screen. A bird’s eye view of the battle of Tormata came up. “Think we should get some?” The reptile’s voice came over again.
“Not our orders.” Zygrar responded, leaning back again and reaching for a drink of green, syrup-like fluid. “We’ll stay here until we’re told otherwise.” The creature on the other end gave a grunt, but remained silent.
The group of twenty Death Rays continued on when sonar suddenly found something new. In the blink of an eye, Zygrar was sat up, looking at the screen. “That wasn’t there last time we hit this location.” He hissed, “Anybody see what it is?”
One of the Death Rays a few miles up responded. “No, but I have readings of organic matter. No pulse, but it’s something big.”
Zygrar looked down at the battle screen again and remembered back on the guides he had been taught. One that quickly came flooding back to him was the directive stating “Any possible weapons that could have any benefit on the Klenthurian forces shall be taken back to the nearest base of operations.” He smiled. “See.” He said to the others, “Good things happen to those who wait. We’ll be rewarded greatly.”
“Lock and load?”
“Lock and load, indeed.” Zygrar answered, picking up speed and meeting up with the head lines. “Let’s see what we got here first.” He pressed another button, and the fight was replaced by the underwater image of a huge, decayed, reptilian arm dangling out of the rocks. “The impact must have shifted the rocks.” He stated, zooming in. Fish and other sea life were picking at the flesh, and then starting to float upward. “It’s poisonous.” He declared, “Aim just for the rocks.”
“Roger Roger.” Another pilot said, mimicking a robot’s voice.
The twenty Death Rays lined up in a half-circle, all aiming at the rocks. Soon, lines launched from their bellies, each landing or coming to a stop at the rocks. Seconds later, they detonated at once. The depth charges ruined the rocks, and even some flesh. Sand quickly clouded out in the form of a wall, and the force blew some of the Death Rays back a few yards. “Fire again?”
“No.” Zygrar quickly responded. His jaw dropped somewhat as he looked out the front windshield, watching on as a shape floated upward. Obviously reptilian, arms, legs, and tail dangling. Spikes adorned its back, along with a huge horn on the tip of its snout.
The Death Rays watched on for a few moments before the creature’s back penetrated the surface and it bobbed. Following it, the Death Rays emerged from the sea. The pilots looked down in awe as the creature floated.
“Okay boys.” Zygrar announced, “Get ready for a journey. We’re carrying this thing to the Nest, and we’ll have to remain out of sight entirely. I want all external lights shut up and radar jamming on now.”
“Shouldn’t we call Sabs, or at least the Nest?”
“No. We’ll leave this as a surprise.” Zygrar said, “You all just know how Saberon loves those.”
Black cables began to descend from the bellies of the Death Rays, each ending with a pincer-like mechanism. Within seconds, the grappling claws had hooked onto all of the monster’s main joints and then some. Then, slowly, they drifted up.
The dinosaur remained still as anything as it fell upward and vanished, along with its carriers, above the clouds…
Inside the head ray, Zygrar sat with his eyes closed, warm air blowing over his body from the ray’s vents. One of the other pilot’s faces appeared on the dash screen, the reptile complaining about being bored or hungry, or possibly both. It was going on the sixth hour, after all.
Bored himself, he sat up, pressing a button next to the screen. A bird’s eye view of the battle of Tormata came up. “Think we should get some?” The reptile’s voice came over again.
“Not our orders.” Zygrar responded, leaning back again and reaching for a drink of green, syrup-like fluid. “We’ll stay here until we’re told otherwise.” The creature on the other end gave a grunt, but remained silent.
The group of twenty Death Rays continued on when sonar suddenly found something new. In the blink of an eye, Zygrar was sat up, looking at the screen. “That wasn’t there last time we hit this location.” He hissed, “Anybody see what it is?”
One of the Death Rays a few miles up responded. “No, but I have readings of organic matter. No pulse, but it’s something big.”
Zygrar looked down at the battle screen again and remembered back on the guides he had been taught. One that quickly came flooding back to him was the directive stating “Any possible weapons that could have any benefit on the Klenthurian forces shall be taken back to the nearest base of operations.” He smiled. “See.” He said to the others, “Good things happen to those who wait. We’ll be rewarded greatly.”
“Lock and load?”
“Lock and load, indeed.” Zygrar answered, picking up speed and meeting up with the head lines. “Let’s see what we got here first.” He pressed another button, and the fight was replaced by the underwater image of a huge, decayed, reptilian arm dangling out of the rocks. “The impact must have shifted the rocks.” He stated, zooming in. Fish and other sea life were picking at the flesh, and then starting to float upward. “It’s poisonous.” He declared, “Aim just for the rocks.”
“Roger Roger.” Another pilot said, mimicking a robot’s voice.
The twenty Death Rays lined up in a half-circle, all aiming at the rocks. Soon, lines launched from their bellies, each landing or coming to a stop at the rocks. Seconds later, they detonated at once. The depth charges ruined the rocks, and even some flesh. Sand quickly clouded out in the form of a wall, and the force blew some of the Death Rays back a few yards. “Fire again?”
“No.” Zygrar quickly responded. His jaw dropped somewhat as he looked out the front windshield, watching on as a shape floated upward. Obviously reptilian, arms, legs, and tail dangling. Spikes adorned its back, along with a huge horn on the tip of its snout.
The Death Rays watched on for a few moments before the creature’s back penetrated the surface and it bobbed. Following it, the Death Rays emerged from the sea. The pilots looked down in awe as the creature floated.
“Okay boys.” Zygrar announced, “Get ready for a journey. We’re carrying this thing to the Nest, and we’ll have to remain out of sight entirely. I want all external lights shut up and radar jamming on now.”
“Shouldn’t we call Sabs, or at least the Nest?”
“No. We’ll leave this as a surprise.” Zygrar said, “You all just know how Saberon loves those.”
Black cables began to descend from the bellies of the Death Rays, each ending with a pincer-like mechanism. Within seconds, the grappling claws had hooked onto all of the monster’s main joints and then some. Then, slowly, they drifted up.
The dinosaur remained still as anything as it fell upward and vanished, along with its carriers, above the clouds…
