moving slowly towards him in curious manner.
"Heh, Xrit - What to do? Dis ting look hungerful." The Track of the Pocket Miner
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Those brave men, who jump and die!
The Disco Nightmare rocks and rolls as she careens over the bushes and between the trees. Valdimire the Fabian pilot cuts the artificial gravity in the ship so the first team can jump, without being pulled back inside. "Now!" he yells, slowing the Nightmare with gut wrenching deceleration. No more than ten feet over the undulating grassy plain, all three doors open and the first team jumps.
Barjhel leaps from the port door, fires his jet belt and flies to the only cover he can see nearby, a shallow water hole. He lands and takes cover in the tall grass on the edge of the water hole. Nearby he sees a large burned area in the grass. Crouching, he runs over to survey it. Here he finds the burned and gnawed remains of some large animal. "Wha' da hail dis??" he says as he transmits back to the Nightmare.
Honebead and Tuibb successfully exit the rear door and jet away. Honebead taking cover at the edge of the forest, while Tuibb lands among some rocks.
Zuvebee exits the starboard door and is immediately caught in the turbulence. He is spun round and round, his gyros screaming trying to right him. Then he is thrown clear. The Jet belt's automatic pilot takes over and saves the Orphan from becoming a blood splat on the prairie. He rips off the lower half of his mask and spews green puke, tastefully decorated with orange chunks of diced carrots over the front of his armor. Landing at the edge of the forest, he says, "Why der always diced carrots in you puke? Specially when ya never eats diced carrots?"
As he as he looks about for
something to wipe his armor off, he sees a large red lizard
looking at him from a nearby clearing. The creature is moving slowly towards him in curious manner.
"Heh, Xrit - What to do? Dis ting look hungerful."
"By the Pointy Ears of Frondbjeef! Dat bastard is ugly; maybe we has found your long lost fambly, Zuvabee." Wimdit spoke through his helmet com. "If it gives you a hard time, blast it; dey already knows we is here."
"Fabo! Why is not you tellin' us about dese big ugly red critters wif da teef! Dey looks unfriendly. Why'nt you figger out if dat beacon da miner is got keeps def outa da camp an' start broadcastin' if id does."
Nightmare's computer reports scan results in a happy Mr. Rodger's Neighborhood voice, "Hi Kidies, are we having fun today? At the intersection of L & M -2 a plume of cool air indicates possible tunnel entrance".
Inside the maneuvering Disco Horror, Turel Bevliks normal big ble eyes bulge at the sight being relayed on his helmet vid. "Gods owf space!" He staggers backwards and almost floors a couple of his mates in the cabin as Fabio Bronstik, jinks the Disco to avoid ground fire ( or maybe just due to incredibly lousy pilot skills -probably the latter!).
"Wotdafug is dat fing? Looka dose teefs! Looka da way its looka at Zuvebee !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Turel Bevlik staggers in the opposite direction as the disco suddenly yaws to the starboard. "Fabio, effen yew canna fly dis fing, maybe yew ought to let me do it for ya!"
The Disco Horror, nosing down with out warning , sends the Eli, partially propelled by the geared up Turel, forward to bounce off the bulkhead separating the crew area from the control room! "Gods owf space! Fabio." Turel grabs the anchored mess table with a free hand and hangs on for dear life while looking at the picture of the lizard on his helmet vid unit. "Zuve, ole buddy, do ya see any moe owf dem critters roun deres anywhar? Inquiring aulde eli raider minds wanna noes bout stuffs lak dem afore he jumps his ole fat ass outa da Disco!" Suddenly, Turel Bevlik, has an startling thought! Noble brow wrinkling with anger he says, "Wot dis awl about now, fabio Bronstik! Wot is dat fing down dere iceballing da kid? Wye dinna ya tell us about dem fings? Ayes wans ta noe rat now, or ayes gonna come up dere and twist dat scrawny lee -tle neck till dat tiny leelte haid shoots awf like a bean!"
The Disco corkscrews violently and the Eli sail about the fart ripe compartment, landing in a tangled pile of weapons , armor, limbs, and colorful comments! Catching his breath from beneath the pile of Eli, Turel mentally thanks the gods of space for the extra protection due to the layer of baby fat he worked soooo hard to develope over the years! When he can speak he says plaintively, "Wot we gonna dew now boss?" Turel, still flat on his back using his helmet vid link with the Disco is trying to see what might be lurking about his intended depoyment zone and unconsciously half drawing and then sheathing one of his terrie combat knives with an audible click!
"Wich evvah one owf youse is sitting on my haid better not fart! Effen ya duz, ayes is gonna open ya up heeyar anna now anna find owt wot makes ya stink so bad inna sides!" The offending armored butt is removed, either by the individual concerned for his health or by the dubious flying skills of Fabio Bronstik.
Turel bevlik smiles an evil, toothy smile and thinks to himself: "I dinna get tew bee an aulde eli raider wiff owt havin ta fink sum smarts. Owf mine ons." Aloud he shouts: "Wotdafug! Get offen my ole ass yew guys! Gods owf space! How did ayes effer tie up wit youse guys! Tinks youse girlie boyes neffer wuz inna lander takin' dem vasives manubers afore!"
Safety off, Honebead Nik, knowing that EACH and EVERY round in the clips are marked with the Eli runes for Victory and Death, draws bead on the lizard. By the Gods, lunch for Godzilla in no path to Valhalla, Zuvebee. "Stand aside, and I shall smite this Ragnaroc beast!(besides, only the XRIT can authorize your death!) "
From inside the jolting Disco Horror, Turel Bevlik, watching Nik throw down on the alien monster, yells encouragement over the taccom, ''Feed dat toofy sumbeech sum dat megan deff, Nik!" Turel Bevlik glad that he is not iceballs ta iceballs wiff dat toofy ate-leggit lizard ting!
Honebead, despite his good intentions is too slow. The huge lizard leaps up on all eight legs and dashes toward the Orphan. Zuvebee whips his laser rifle into position to fire, but the lizard vomits up an oily liquid which bursts into flame upon contact with the air. Zuvebee instinctively covers his eyes with his left arm saving his optics from smoke and scour damage. The flaming liquid splashes over the Eli and diced carrots begin to sizzle and drop from his armor.
Turel Bevlik keys the tac-com and says; "Ahhhh, ummm, ahhhh, Boss? Whacha doink? Wat we doink? Dat kid zuvebee looka like he be in a beeg pila crap down dere alla lone, looking at dat red, toofy, ate-leggit lizards fing wat issa looka rat bak at him wiv a toofy grin onna its hugly kisser! Iss wees still gonna go wit da cunning plan wile Fabio Bronstik kills da inernal grav field ta boost da shields anna zoom aroun da sky makin a drops like real Eli raiders? Orse wees gonna doo sumpink bout dat dere monster dat gonna ate da kid? He naaa mucha kid, but he issa awl we gots for a kid!!! Anna hees gots da sponk! Ayes mean effen dat was me, ayes be burnin up dem jets leavin dat place in muh bakblast! Not flippin owf da safeties anna gettin reddy ta plug beeg, red anna hugly wiv a ap grenade!!!!!!!!
Dat kid, wal, he really do make me fink ob me wen ayes was a younkster! More danglies dan brains! Whacha says, boss, wat wees gonna doo bout dat fing ice-balling da kid anna likkin its hugly libs?" From the bottom of the newest pile of Eli raiders being tossed about the Disco Horror's cabin, Turel Bevlik waits anna wonders bout life, anna deff, and hugly red critters down below.
"Oh Zuvebee, me lad," thinks the Orphan, "You are deep kimchee today!" About the time Zuvebee begins to realize that this is what a baked Alaska must feel like, Honebead fires an armor piercing grenade which impacts the Lizard in the side of his head. The shaped charge punches a hole through one side and out the other digging a ragged gouge in the ground. The creature's head is blown off and flaming liquid spews everywhere. The beast collapses in a heap and begins to burn with an intense fire.
"Aaaaaaaooooooooowah! Wrap the lightning in my hand!" Honebead dances a little victory dance. "So die all the foes of the mighty Eli!"
Staggering back from the flames, Zuvebee is amazed to find himself still alive. Like the baked Alaska he is still cool inside. The good Eli armor has saved his butt once again. The orphan shudders at the sight of the burning fire lizard. He turns and fires his jet pack. Making a wide turn he flies off toward the crest of the hill.
(Find out more about the Disco Nightmare) (Read the stats for the Eli warriors) (See the map for the game.)
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