[Nepharski]

Virgil never got around to clearing up the scarred wreckage on his front yard. He felt it was sufficient deteraint against trespassers of all shapes, what with the calamity of it all. Besides, it reminded him of home, and happier times...or at least, less angst-ridden times. He would have invited people in to show it off, but there were no people for many miles, so he mostly showed it off to himself. Course, the crash was not without consequence. The smell arising from it was..."unique" to say the lest, and what's more, the craft had crushed poor Kristen, one of his favorite rocks. Still, live was somewhat improved over how it had previously been. Virgil took one last look at the carcass of the machine, then fell asleep, reclined in his wheelchair.

Night fell. Everyone was asleep on the jungle floor, and in the trees. Above the trees, however...

Slowly, it loomed, like a pregnant beast on a steep incline of stairs. Despite the ackwardness of it's movement, however, it remained relatively silent. Well, accept for the forebodding music that played during it's traveles.

"Must you play that?"
"What!? We're effing looming here, in case you didn't notice! You can't loom without the proper theme music."
"But, the element of surpris-"
"Element of surprise!? Don't see that one on the periodic table."
"But-"
"LOOK! If we're going to loom, then by Odd we're going to loom professionally!"

The craft stoped over a conspicuous clearing. The music cut ("Oh, thank Odd!"). In the light of the ship, two forms could be seen; one was green and thin and lying on a rock, and the other was mechanical and marring an otherwise flawlessly cut yard. Without a word, the ship sent down setinals to retrieve the wreckage and the slig. After all, it was natural to assume a pilot of theirs, despite a tendacy to go off Jungle storming without notice, would wisely stay next to his Flying harness for them to pick him up. Soon after collecting the cargo, the vessel began to move again, although this time it was moving much faster, and not looming whatsoever.

"See!? We're not looming any more. Turn it off!"
"How do ya figure?"
"How do I figure? They just said so!"
"Oh! Time to get the standard travel music then, eh?"

There was a gunshot, and then there was silence. The craft shuffled on.

To Be Continued...