« Last post by EchoMirage on October 21, 2014, 05:47:56 PM »
The better part of the day had gone by hunting; the beasts of the thick woods not used to the concept of death riding a sliver of lead, but Jerome and the band still found challenges: a predator resembling a smilodon in denture and temper would not cease its appetite for the band's calories after less than ten bullets, a vicious ooze creature seemed to mind the bullets even less, and halted its fluent advance only after Sunny's needler spread its central nerve cluster across the general vicinity.
The freezers aboard the Lilarcor filled neatly with meat, and the second day was likely to haul in even more.
Standing atop a felled fat omnivore, skinning knife ready and the ladies on the look-out for anything lured in by the kill, Jerome heard his communicator beep.
He picked up, routing it to the speaker.
As if she was speaking to a petulant child, Irina explained: "Yes, my ship can take you to the stars, to other worlds."
The camera was not showing the captain's face, instead displaying the planet's grass and a part of her thumb.
"I will of course ferry you wherever you wish."
"Toy" a deep, irritated growling voice commented, followed by Irina's gasp, and a crunching sound.
The comm vent to static.