Sorry for the lack of updates, my computer was being a bitch to me. And guess what? I finished chapter 3!
Chapter 3
“That was awesome!” said the female guide. “You totally show them.”
“Thanks,” Dek replied. “They won’t bother you for awhile.”
“If our steef guardians were still alive, those wolvark jerks would be gone for good!” said a grubb native.
“Steef guardians?” the yautja asked.
“A long time ago,” the guide began. “Our ancestors lived with the steef for many years when the water was still running in our lands. They protected us from harm and helped us during hunting.”
“And that’s when Sekto came,” said one of the native.
“Hey! Who’s telling the story?!” shouted the guide. “When Sekto came, he and the wolvarks started to build the dam at the mountains. This anger the guardians and they started to battle them. Sadly, all our steef guardians were killed.”
“All of them? As in, every one of them?” the yautja asked.
The female guide sadly nods her head. “After they were wiped out, Sekto finished the dam and now everything went to hell.”
Dek scratched the back of his head. “I’m sorry about that. Now listen, tomorrow, I’m going to leave to track down Grak, bag him, and fly out of here.”
“But you can’t leave!” one of the grubbs shouted. “What if the wolvarks would come back?”
“I think I got that covered.” Dek replied.
A minute later…
Dek came back from his ship, carrying a huge gun.
“There,” he said as he places it on a tripod. “This automatic gun turret will take them out.”
“What happens if it hits us?” the guide asked.
“It won’t,” the warrior replied. “I programmed the gun to shoot the wolvarks. The downside that it takes a few seconds to warm up and it has to cool off after it’s been used. Those guys are in a big surprise if they come back to mess with your village.”
Dek gets up and said, “Since I’m new to this planet, I need someone to guide me around so I know where I’m going.”
“We have one that knows the entire Western Mudos from the back of his hand,” said the guide. Then she cups her hands over her mouth and shouted, “Hey Greg! Move your ass; we got a guy that needs help!”
A small Grubb (no taller than up to Dek’s knee) wearing a helmet ran towards them.
“Greg,” said the guide. “This is…what is your name, anyway?”
“Dek Shen,” the yautja replied.
“This is Dek Shen; he’s going to need some help.”
“You can’t be serious,” Dek said to the female guide. “No way that this kid is my travel guide. I mean, look at him, he’s small!”
“Watch it,” said the little grubb. “I maybe small, but I’m deadly with a spear and bow. And besides, I’m the only one that can help you.”
The yautja sighed. “Sounds like I have no choice then, do I? All right, I’ll let you help me.”
“Great!” shouted Greg. “I won’t let you down.”
“Now that you’ll be staying for the night,” said the guide. “We will give you some food.”
“Thank you,” Dek replied. “It’s very kind of you.”
Somewhere, at the deserts…
Night fell at Dead Hen’s Pass. A small, Meep farm stood peacefully near the rock arches. The Clakker farmer fell asleep while his black & white television set was on.
That’s when the sounds of his Meeps baaing in panic woke him up. He fell off his chair as more baaing was heard.
“What’s going on out there?!” shouted the farmer.
He grabs his pitchfork and opens the house door to see what’s bothering his herd. The clakker saw a dark figure, hunched over.
“Hey!” shouted the farmer. “What do you think you’re doing here? If you don’t leave, I’ll use deadly force if necessary.”
The figure didn’t reply nor looked over its shoulder to see the farmer.
“What’s wrong with you?! Are you deaf?” the farmer said as he walks towards the stranger. “I said…”
He stopped when he saw the body of a skinned Meep lying next to the figure. “What the hell are you doing to my Meep?!”
The farmer grabs the figure’s arm, only to get a black eye and a bloody beak. The overgrown chicken looks over his shoulder to see the stranger grabbing the carcass and walking towards him. The clakker crawled away from the menacing figure when he slams himself against the wall of his house. The figure stood in front of the scared farmer with glowing eyes. The farmer saw a glint of metal as the unknown person unsheathe a pair of wrist blades from its right arm.
“Please…” beg the clakker. “Don’t hurt me. I didn’t mean to disturb you…”
The figure clicks and growls behind its mask before the blades went back into the gauntlet. Suddenly, the stranger jumps onto the roof of the house, jumps to the ledge of the canyon, and disappears into the night.
The farmer sat in shock on what just happen to him.
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