Out of Character:
Now the funny thing would be to see Raz watch the Paramite die... But, oh well, I am a nice guy...
In Character:
Raz was at the top of the treetops now, every advancing step of the Sligs brought Raz higher into safety of the leaves, bark, and wood.
He watched quietly as the Sligs came into veiw and looked around the clearing. He watched as they suddenly started lobbing hits on what was now clearly a paramite.
As long as it isn't me... Thought Raz as he winced at every blow to the paramite.
It had managed to bite the Sligs, but not enough to matter. It was going to die at the hands of Raz's co-worker Sligs. He had to save it, it was just to traumatizing to see the Sligs beating up an innocent creature.
What did he have? Nothing, an id card hanging on his neck, a back-up transmitter, and a couple of keys for his dwelling and the soldier lounge back at Tacky Tailoring.
Nothing to fight with, and if he went down there to fight, well, if he had some spooce the fight could be over in a second, but he had none, he was hopeless.
*Wack* *Wack* went the butts of the Blitz Packers on the paramite's body. It had a broken leg now, and several open wounds. Raz would have to work now, less and the Paramite would be dead.
Think, Think! Thought Raz desperately.
The Transmitter! These things were used to signal into the Sligs Bionic Eyes, pinpointing the area in which another Slig needed back-up.
If he could get the transmitter to go off at another area, the Sligs would hurry and run to where there was supposedly another team of Slig Searchers.
No time, No time! Thought Raz as he carefully placed the transmitter into his spinners. With every last ounce of energy he shot string, he spinner quickly entwining the string with the transmitter as it was sent in an arc over 50 yards away.
Pressure of the tied string on the Transmitter pressed down the button as Raz watched the Sligs instantly look in that direction.
"Hey! Sammy's team probably cought the slacker! Come on guys! We have a Gulchi to beat up, 'stead of this damned paramite, the thing's half-dead anyway."
Raz sighed in releif as the Sligs hustled out of the clearing in two seconds flat.
Although weak, Raz slowly climbed down to the Paramite to see if anything could be done.
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-Shadestorm
Proud Member of Lunarshade Inc.
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Anytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someones neck, and the guy screams and tries to get it off, I have to laugh, because what is that thing.
Last edited by Shadestorm; 01-16-2003 at 05:24 AM..
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