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Now, we hope you enjoy "A Flight from Imminent Doom!"
Nell Carten ran out from under the jungle canopy, her
companions’ boots scraping on rocks as lush foliage gave way to black stone.
She could see the cliff edge just ahead, where the ground dropped away thirty
meters to the river below. Shouldering her Model 3 rifle, she scanned the empty
skies in a barely-controlled panic.
A stone-tipped arrow flew past her face as Nell turned to
her employees, “where are they, Tren? You said your ‘friend’ would be bringing
the airship around before now!” His constant smirk faltered just slightly as he
came to a halt and spat back, “listen, she’ll be here, chief. She wouldn’t want
anything to happen to my pretty face, after all.” Nell’s irritation didn’t slow
him down at all, “besides, the plan would have worked out fine if m’lord could
actually go without being seen when swiping one measly idol.”
Bronnan hefted the strange, grotesque statue as he glowered
at his accuser, “those creatures were abnormally acute. Furthermore, the
official address for my title is…” The venture company’s final member cut the
former Thassylian lord short, Lid Beglif’s curly hair bobbing about as she
shouted back at the others, “I think we have bigger issues to worry about right
now!” The others turned to see the first of their pursuers emerge from the
cover of the jungle behind them.
The members of the local ss’ra tribe were short, with scales
in a vibrant blue-green shade covering their bodies. In unison, the first rank
of the reptilian creatures switched from bows to simple spears, as those behind
kept their arrows trained on Nell and her staff. She sighted down her rifle, a
prize from her days in the Legion, and noted the disconcerting way that the
translucent tendrils on the heads of the ss’ra wriggled independently of one
another, like a nest of worms all reaching out for something. Nell knew they
were pinned, with the cliff to their backs, and was already counting more than
twenty opponents.
Just as she was preparing to order Lid to go for help, Nell
noticed the droning sound of props over the sibilant, hissing speech of the
ss’ra. “Ha! Told ‘ya,” Tren proclaimed triumphantly as a rope ladder dropped
down beside him. Nell took a few shots at the ss’ra that still had their bows
ready, shouting back “save it for when we’re clear of this mess!” Bronnan fired
a few rounds from his twin Y-45s, helping her keep the attackers pinned as the
Beglif twins started up the ladder.
In a few hair-raising seconds, they were all on their way up
the ladder, as the airship above passed beyond the cliff edge, empty air
yawning below Nell in the bottom position. A rain of arrows whizzed past them
still, eliciting an offhanded, “you know, if one of those pierces any of the
gas cells,” from Lid. “We know, Liddy!” her sibling grunted, helping Bronnan
and Nell up on the gangway surrounding the rigid airship’s gondola, “besides,
we’ve got your surprise as a backup if that happens – if you’ve got it working
today.” The shorter twin just glared back at her brother in reply.
Ignoring his sister, Tren turned to their rescuer – Alorrea,
some kind of independent courier with her own ship that Tren had become
acquainted with back in town. “Why thank you kindly, Al. I’ll have to get the
next round when we make it back to Haran Olesh.” The owner of the vessel
returned Tren a sad, guilty look that made the hairs on the back of Nell’s neck
stand on end. She replied to him with a gentle resignation, “I’d love to, but I’m
afraid a better offer has already come my way.”
The hatch beside Tren suddenly burst open, disgorging a huge
figure that barely seemed to pass through. With one swing of his meaty fist,
the black-uniformed man knocked the unsuspecting Tren back, toppling him over
the edge of the gangway. With a blood-curdling, “TREN!” Lid had jumped over the
edge as well, following her brother down. Nell brought her rifle around on the
goon, scowling as his Ferridi military uniform and Khradi armband finally
registered in her mind – she despised the goons that claimed Khradi membership.
With a forearm, the Khradi soldier knocked aside the barrel
of Nell’s Model 3, making the first two shots go wide. As he was distracted,
Bronnan dropped the idol with a dull clang and charged into their opponent,
bare handed. One quick punch from the much smaller thandi stunned the black
uniformed foe with unnatural force, and a second strike knocked him
unconscious, rattling the gangway as he fell to it.
Nell kept a wary gaze on her remaining employee. He’d done
this before, and she knew that things could get “funny” when he called on the
powers of his pact. Alorrea looked terrified at first, but that eased with the
sound of jackboots ringing out on the gangway. In a moment, both hatches had
disgorged a half-dozen black uniformed figures, all levelling Ferridi infantry
rifles on Nell and Bronnan.
The ex-legionnaire only needed a half second to weigh their
odds before throwing her rifle aside and motioning for Bronnan to do likewise
with his pistols. Nell spared a glance over the side, noticing the flame of
Lid’s little toy flaring even through the mist of the canyon below. The rocket
pack normally only carried Lid herself. Hopefully, her gizmo was enough to
carry both of the twins to safety.
A small, smug officer stepped through the crowd. Nell noted
the kernal’s insignia on his uniform, and how the Ferridi military coat fit him
about as well as a little boy trying on his father’s suit. With a maniacal
gleam in his eye, the kernal bent over, scooping up the idol from where it had
been abandoned. Looking to Nell, he spoke with a thick accent, “Good afternoon,
Carten. I appreciate your company going out of the way to acquire the Implement
of Transcendant Protection for us. All glory to the First.” The kernal beamed
like someone who had just made a particularly clever play in a game of cards as
he men shouted out the rote, “all glory to the First!”
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