The Track of the Pocket Miner
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Zuvebee no sooner crests the hill before the Pocket Miner's Track opens fire on him with its Laser. Zip, Crack -- the high power laser beams are invisible, but so hot they burn holes through the atmosphere. Invisible dust motes suspended in the air are instantly incinerated. The very air itself is heated to incandescence and expands with a sharp crack, reminiscent of a small lighting bolt. The orphan lands running and dodges into the cover of the jungle. The smell of hot ionized air trickles through his helmet filters. "Effen, ya can smell it, Ya didn't get hit by it."
"WHO WANTS TA LIVE
FEREVVA!" Barjhel screams into the tac com. "I WANNA BE
AN ELI RAIDER, LIVE A LIFE OF HELL AND DANGER!" With that,
he strolls into the jungle. An inviting spot of deep shade causes
him to think. "Ah dat be jus da place to mark a little
territory." He moves forward when suddenly, he is caught in
the jaws of a trap. A hungry plant of the genus Really awfullus
hugificatious monsta big motha' meat chompin' damned plant thing,
has decided that the Eli might make an interesting meal. Barjhel
fires both pistols as the jaws close around him, but aside from a
little local damage and some smoke, the plant is indifferent. The
trapped Eli struggles but the plant is strong and very flexible.
Millions of tinny white tendrils crawl over his armor, probing
with needle sharp tips. He watches in horror as the mass of
tendrils swarm over his face plate covering his optics. Screaming
in terror Barjhel struggles but to no avail.
Just a short distance away, Honebead Nik hears Barjhel's screams. He turns just in time to see his comrade disappearing into the jaws of the carnivorous plant. He whips his grenade launcher to his shoulder and draws down on the huge pod. Fortunatly he pauses a moment for thought. " --Humm-- Dis er armor piercing grenade gonna blow a large hole tru dis giant pecan ting. Sure gonna go tru one side and out da udda. Not good -- Barjhel in between -- get hole blown tru him too. "
Aboard the Disco Nightmare, which is jinking and bobbing up and down evasively as it streaks at high speed hugging the ground, and dodging between clumps of trees, the tangled mass of Eli manhood struggles in vain "Gods owf space, fabio! Open da #&@^#%##&$^$%#) Doors onna dis ! ^$%#@$@ piece of %+!!!!! Flying wreck!!!!" "Ooooooooooooooooooooooh nooooooooooooooooooo !!!!!!!!" Crash! Thump! Bang! Rattle! Smoans (scream and moans of shock and pain) are clearly heard over the Eli tac-com as the Disco Horror suddenly decelerates to a complete stop, and Turel Bevlik and his buds fly the length of the passenger compartment and thump off the bulkhead separating the common area and the control room (there is a noticeable dent in this bulkhead by now!) Clearly heard over the blasting ballad of "THE GREEN BERETS" is the gargly and splashing sounds of someone being wonderfully sick!
TUREL BEVLIK, once again covered with SOME OTHER ELI's barf, tosses fellow Eli in all directions as he fights his way clear of the pile of Eli manhood, and staggers toward an open hatchway in the side of the Disco Horror. Wiping at the disgusting mess splashed on his visor (Gots ta bee able ta sees!), he lunges toward the door, and misjudging the distance smacks into the hull alongside it with an echoing thud! Stunned, he staggers backwards and lands on his well padded butt with a whoof and a clank of armor and weapons! ''Gods of space! How can any group of men puke sooo much on sooo leetle too eat!" Staggering to his feet again he wipes more barf from his visor, shoots a deadly glare at the closed and locked control room hatch, and leaps out of the Disco Horror with a loud and clear, "UP YOURS FABIO!" ringing in the ears of all on the tac-com, and fires his jetpack!
Wimdit the Xrit untangles himself and crawls out the side door of the Nightmare. "Honest-to-Frood fire-breathing Earth grendels! Fabo, I takes back all da bad tings I sayin' bout youse. Not only is we gonna be rich, we is gonna be heroes likes in da old 2-D Beowulf story by whassisname...Michael Crichton! Nice shootin' Honebead; you boys keeps a knockin dem down. Drich, you cover Asbeef afore you moves, OK?" Pointing toward a nearby shaft head, the Xrit says, Fabo, how is dat scan coming? Youse don't tink dese bassard grendels is EATING our amcrys, does ya? Anyways, youse can maybe hover when we is farder aways from da ship? I don likes dat hole in over der."
The Disco Nightmare lifts off and smoothly slides over the shaft head. Tilting the vehicle forward for a better view, The Fabian looks into the mouth of the pit and begins a scan. "There are traces of amcrys all over here. Just dust here, but possibly more down below."
(Find out more about the Disco Nightmare) (Read the stats for the Eli warriors) (See the map for the game.)
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