05-23-2014, 04:03 PM
STORY
The five men looked towards the lights. Each seemed lost in thought as they contemplated the lights. Five lights, interspersed not as a settlement, but as a ring.
“A single building, perhaps?” voiced Zed.
Before any of his companions could answer, Him started to cough and hack. Like a cat regurgitating a hairball, he stood on all fours, his head convulsing forwards.
“Oh here we go,” said Reed with a chuckle.
“Here we go what?” asked Slade, a look of undisguised disgust upon his face.
“Just watch,” answered Reed with a wink.
Him’s coughing and retching continued for a few minutes until a mass started coming forth from his open mouth. Green cloth could be seen, pushed farther and farther out with each convulsion. Then with a dull splat, the fabric fell to the floor.
Sweating slightly, though looking thoroughly pleased with himself, Him picked up the soggy mass and twirled it over his head.
“Heads up!” called Adessi, as he shielded his face,
Slade started to speak but was stopped by a rain of water ejected by the centrifugal force of Him’s spinning fabric.
“Good God, man! You could warn us!” he cried, jumping out of reach of the rain. The other four men roared with laughter at the sight.
Him unfurled his now dry fabric and put it on.
“Shorts,” explained Reed. “We are not quite sure how he manages it, but he always regurgitates a pair of shorts after each transport. Survives the process, you see.”
Slade looked unimpressed. He had no time to voice his distaste however as with a chirp and a whistle, Him jumped, turned and span at superhuman speed, and drilled into the ground. Slade could only marvel at the speed at which Him shot off into the distance.
Reed, who had the keenest eyes, looked on. “Yep, he’s off towards the light. I say we follow him. But let’s be careful, you never know who controls a building that is the only source of light as far as the eye can see. Remember that nasty business with the confederacy in the U.S.N.C.A?”
“That was totally your fault”, answered Adessi. “I’m with you guys, whatever you choose, so long as we keep an eye on Mr New York over here.”
Zed lowered himself to the ground and started crawling forwards, following Him’s trail.
“What are you doing?” asked Slade.
“You can never be too careful,” replied Zed, looking back. “In an unknown place, hope for the best but plan for the worst.”
“Right,” answered the 1920s man. “I’ll come along for now, but the second I’m ready, and close to my time period, I’m out of here.”
“Oh but we all think the same,” replied Adessi. “Do you not think that we hope every transport that we will land within a few years of our initial disappearance?”
Slade had no time to answer as three sharp purple beams shot from the cluster of lights, pointing directly at the forehead of the three who were still standing.
“DO NOT MOVE. YOU ARE ON FEDERAL TERRITORY. AWAIT YOUR ARREST BY IKLAVUIT FORCES.”
“Oh good God...” muttered Reed.
“What’s up?” asked Slade.
“Iklavuit... Remember what I said about the United States of Northern and Central America being a long story? Well let’s just say that part of it is that the Arctic First Nations were none too pleased about the union. They declared independence and have an uneasy truce with the U.S.N.C.A. They’re calling themselves a federal territory so I’m thinking... 25th or 26th century.”
“Are we in danger?” cried Slade, eyes converging on the light hitting his forehead.
“I’m not !” chuckled Zed, still on his front. “I’ll keep going and try to find Him. Who knows, we may even get you out of this.”
“Thanks,” replied Reed. “The Iklavuit won’t be too pleased at our presence.”
TLDR
SCIENCE
DECISIONS
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SpoilerEpisode II
The five men looked towards the lights. Each seemed lost in thought as they contemplated the lights. Five lights, interspersed not as a settlement, but as a ring.
“A single building, perhaps?” voiced Zed.
Before any of his companions could answer, Him started to cough and hack. Like a cat regurgitating a hairball, he stood on all fours, his head convulsing forwards.
“Oh here we go,” said Reed with a chuckle.
“Here we go what?” asked Slade, a look of undisguised disgust upon his face.
“Just watch,” answered Reed with a wink.
Him’s coughing and retching continued for a few minutes until a mass started coming forth from his open mouth. Green cloth could be seen, pushed farther and farther out with each convulsion. Then with a dull splat, the fabric fell to the floor.
Sweating slightly, though looking thoroughly pleased with himself, Him picked up the soggy mass and twirled it over his head.
“Heads up!” called Adessi, as he shielded his face,
Slade started to speak but was stopped by a rain of water ejected by the centrifugal force of Him’s spinning fabric.
“Good God, man! You could warn us!” he cried, jumping out of reach of the rain. The other four men roared with laughter at the sight.
Him unfurled his now dry fabric and put it on.
“Shorts,” explained Reed. “We are not quite sure how he manages it, but he always regurgitates a pair of shorts after each transport. Survives the process, you see.”
Slade looked unimpressed. He had no time to voice his distaste however as with a chirp and a whistle, Him jumped, turned and span at superhuman speed, and drilled into the ground. Slade could only marvel at the speed at which Him shot off into the distance.
Reed, who had the keenest eyes, looked on. “Yep, he’s off towards the light. I say we follow him. But let’s be careful, you never know who controls a building that is the only source of light as far as the eye can see. Remember that nasty business with the confederacy in the U.S.N.C.A?”
“That was totally your fault”, answered Adessi. “I’m with you guys, whatever you choose, so long as we keep an eye on Mr New York over here.”
Zed lowered himself to the ground and started crawling forwards, following Him’s trail.
“What are you doing?” asked Slade.
“You can never be too careful,” replied Zed, looking back. “In an unknown place, hope for the best but plan for the worst.”
“Right,” answered the 1920s man. “I’ll come along for now, but the second I’m ready, and close to my time period, I’m out of here.”
“Oh but we all think the same,” replied Adessi. “Do you not think that we hope every transport that we will land within a few years of our initial disappearance?”
Slade had no time to answer as three sharp purple beams shot from the cluster of lights, pointing directly at the forehead of the three who were still standing.
“DO NOT MOVE. YOU ARE ON FEDERAL TERRITORY. AWAIT YOUR ARREST BY IKLAVUIT FORCES.”
“Oh good God...” muttered Reed.
“What’s up?” asked Slade.
“Iklavuit... Remember what I said about the United States of Northern and Central America being a long story? Well let’s just say that part of it is that the Arctic First Nations were none too pleased about the union. They declared independence and have an uneasy truce with the U.S.N.C.A. They’re calling themselves a federal territory so I’m thinking... 25th or 26th century.”
“Are we in danger?” cried Slade, eyes converging on the light hitting his forehead.
“I’m not !” chuckled Zed, still on his front. “I’ll keep going and try to find Him. Who knows, we may even get you out of this.”
“Thanks,” replied Reed. “The Iklavuit won’t be too pleased at our presence.”
Him regurgitates a pair shorts and speeds off undeground towards the light.
Zed goes on all fours, stealthily towards the lights.
The remaining three are targeted by purple beams. They are told, by a voice identified as Iklavuit, that they must not move and will be arrested.
Reed explains that the First Nations of the Artic were not amenable to joining the U.S.N.C.A. and therefore predicts that they are the 24th or 25th century.
Zed goes on all fours, stealthily towards the lights.
The remaining three are targeted by purple beams. They are told, by a voice identified as Iklavuit, that they must not move and will be arrested.
Reed explains that the First Nations of the Artic were not amenable to joining the U.S.N.C.A. and therefore predicts that they are the 24th or 25th century.
No science.