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The Isles of Xeraph wrote:..Solar Zone,North Afrique..
Hank had few illusions concerning the creature before him. It stood about two meters tall, grey skin glistening despite the intense desert heat. It had a a long thigh bone in one hand, a thick piece of metal in the other. "Droid, analysis."
The droid hovered ten feet to Hank's left, two red lights blinking, blue and green lights on. With the voice of a small child, it said, "Mr. Hank, if I were you, I'd get my ass out of here, quickly. Organic readings suggest the beasty is powering up to kill you forthwith."
Hank grinned. "Good. What's them nanos doing?"
"Oh, they're just dandy. In a holding pattern 24 inches above the beasty." The nanos were the microscopic nano-bots Hank had requisitioned before departing Malta. He figured he'd need just fifty million or so to get the job done, even if there had been two opponents. As of now, there was just the one.
"Okay, good. If that piece of shit takes just one step in my direction, scan half the nanos to it's head. Hold the rest in suspension in case."
"In case, Hank?"
"Yeah, in case my plan goes south. Then scan the rest of them. If the first half seems to do the trick, save the others in case another piece of shit shows up."
The droid beeped. "Got'cha. No second beasty within range...yet. Releasing nanos, five seconds."
Within ten seconds of the scan, the creature was writhing in apparent pain, 25 million nano-bots entering all it's cranial orifices. In due course, fluids began dripping, then pouring, from other openingsin it's body. The creature's mouth was open as if bellowing, but there was no sound coming forth.
Hank watched, mini-chain gun at the ready. But he didn't need it. In another thirty seconds, the creature collapsed in a moist puddle of grey flesh and what Hank assumed were it's innards. "Droid, that thing smells."
The droid, sounding a bit miffed, replied, "Well,what in hell did you expect?" All the same, it moved to hover over the slowly-congealing puddle and a fine mist settled over the corpse of the creature. The horrid smell of decay disappeared.
"Well done, droid. Now go see what, ifanything, you can do with the remains of the human over there, then see if the drones and fighter jet can be salvaged."
"Got it. You hungry?"
Hank glanced at the disgusting pile that had been the creature. "No, you wise-ass. Now get to work."
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The Isles of Xeraph wrote:..Templar Lands..
Maran, Betsy and Tergos made fairly good time considering there was a war going on. They managed to stay hidden in the dark forests by day and the moonless roads by night as they headed east towards the lands of the ancient Rumanii. Once there, they had to climb the narrow paths of the Carpathia Mountains up nearly 13,000 feet to the hidden kingdom spoken of only in whispers. There, a vast, dark castle lie amongst the clouds and fog of times past, unseen and unvisited for centuries.
Dark tales of monsters, werewolves, and winged men were passed on from mothers to children, from the old to the young. That there was danger up on the shrouded crags was undeniable, but the trio was fairly sure that the horrid tales of bloodthirsty vampyres and vengeful ghosts were exaggerated.
"All I know is that there 'aint no fuckin' ghost or boogeyman gonna stand up to a chain-gun." Tergos insisted on hauling a mini-chain gun along with them. One of the pack-mules carried 12,000 rounds of ammo for it.
Maran nudged Betsy and smiled. "It would seem, Master Tergos, that you have our well-being well in hand."
"Damned straight. You can trust in your magicking, but I'll stick with cold steel and bullets!"
When they finally stopped for a rest, Maran checked the map and then calculated by the stars as to their position. He reckoned they were almost three-quarters of the way to the mountains.
Betsy was preparing a frugal meam of roast squirrel and an herb soup when she heard a twig snap behind her. In a single motion, she pulled a poniard as she whirled around to see what could have made the noise. What came out of the darkness was a being of nightmares.
Fully seven feet tall, covered in filthy rags and furs and carrying a massive club in one hand and a rusted broadsword in the other, the beast stood just at the egde of the simple camp, it's one good eye looking left and right. Sniffing the cooking meat, it gestured that it was hungry. From a mouth that held broken and rotted teeth it growled it's impatience and started to walk forward.
Maran was by her side instantly and held up a hand. "Stop! I command you in the name of Jhesu to leave!"
The creature gave what appeared to be a grin and continued to move into the camp. Just as it was about to swing it's sword, a curious buzzing sound was heard.
In less time than it takes to sneeze, the creature was nearly cut in two by the mini-chain. Thick black blood gushed from the massive holes the bullets made in it's torso and the upper portion of the beast toppled over, sliding in it's own innards to stop short of Betsy and Maran.
As the air slowly cleared of cordite, Tergos laughed. "So much for your friggin' commands, eh wizard?"
Maran, looking grim, nooded his thanks to the man and said, "We need to eat and move out of this area. The creature might have had friends nearby who would have heard the commotion. We'll sleep tonight in the trees."
They ate quickly and then moved two hundred yards deeper into the woods where they found an ancient oak. "Up there. We'll be safe for the night. We need to be refreshed for the final push to the Carpathians two weeks hence."
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