Frank really had no idea how long he’d been there; it felt like years, but given that the suns (yes, two suns, hadn’t that been fun to wake up to?) tended to shine for about three to four days at a stretch, it was hard for him to keep track of time. Since he’d taken that spill over a ridge dodging the hunting dogs, his watch had quit working and he really had more pressing things to worry about.
A jagged, alien knife in one hand, he waited on the path for another one of their sentries to pass by. He needed supplies and to try and tap one of their communication units, even if he couldn’t understand a single word that they were saying. Something was crashing through the brush, desperately ahead of a howling, slavering pack of the hunting beasts.
Reaching out, he grabbed the new prey and jerked him deep into the brush, zigzagging through the vines and trees and thick underbrush. Imagine his surprise when he got a good look at just who he’d saved.
Josh nearly stumbled over some weirdly colored root, at least he thought it was a root, at the sound of the familiar voice, and he slowed a little on reflex as he took in the haggard figure next to him and, just barely, recognized Frank under the dirt and the beard. One more near stumble and he had his attention fixed back on the trail, and the need to outrun the monsters on their tail.
"Christ, man, where... where the hell are we?" Josh didn't tend to swear much--at all, really--but his filters were pretty much shot under the circumstances. He was also "And what are those... things chasing us?"
He didn't remember anything between watching the perimeter on a job that had seemed to be going just fine and waking up here, wherever here was, battered and bruised and slightly groggy, with strange, attenuated creatures on one side of him, barely seeming to hold the beasts now chasing them in check, and an open gate into this bizarre--alien?--jungle on the other. And so he'd run, even though he'd been pretty sure it was exactly what the
( ... )
He doesn’t let up the pace, slipping through the underbrush with Josh close at his heels. Frank has no idea how long he’s been in the jungle but he knows this patch of it well enough to get around undetected. Six months, a year? It was hard to tell when the sun was up for 48 hours at a given stretch. But it was obvious that Josh was a newer arrival to the jungle and their twisted little hunting game
( ... )
'Specimen Six' | Aliens vs Predator (2010 Game) | OTAspecimen_sixMay 11 2013, 22:17:17 UTC
[Oh, the old enemy. Well Six, like so many of her sisters and brothers, has dealt with their kind before. She will make the hunters the hunted. You're just there to be backup. Or maybe just the next prey.]
'Cause being with somebody's a LOT better than being lost alone without a map or a clue. 2!guywsimpleneedsJune 27 2013, 23:55:08 UTC
[[ooc: Dunno if you're familiar with his series or not--but I'll just say I'm taking him from a previous non-canon point somewhere else. Hope you don't mind this late, late tag!]]
"Great. Just greeeat," Sokka muttered to himself in sarcasm as he was walking through this jungle, by himself. "Just what I need; to wind up in some random jungle." None of his bender friends were nowhere nearby, and that had him worried for a while. However he still had his lucky, trusty boomerang with him!
That, and only that. Man, I am so lost right now... This whole other-world-traveling was starting to grind his very nerves.
"Can't the universe just give a guy a break? Or let me find at least a guide or a map?" Yeah. He wasn't happy. Not in the slightest--especially when it came to being separated from friends, new and old.
He wasn't stranded all by himself that time when he first happened to be trapped in the Nexus. This was so much worse.
As Sokka huffed out a frustrated sigh, his stomach began to rumble. "I know, I know," he said to it in a
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A jagged, alien knife in one hand, he waited on the path for another one of their sentries to pass by. He needed supplies and to try and tap one of their communication units, even if he couldn’t understand a single word that they were saying. Something was crashing through the brush, desperately ahead of a howling, slavering pack of the hunting beasts.
Reaching out, he grabbed the new prey and jerked him deep into the brush, zigzagging through the vines and trees and thick underbrush. Imagine his surprise when he got a good look at just who he’d saved.
“.. Josh??”
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"Christ, man, where... where the hell are we?" Josh didn't tend to swear much--at all, really--but his filters were pretty much shot under the circumstances. He was also "And what are those... things chasing us?"
He didn't remember anything between watching the perimeter on a job that had seemed to be going just fine and waking up here, wherever here was, battered and bruised and slightly groggy, with strange, attenuated creatures on one side of him, barely seeming to hold the beasts now chasing them in check, and an open gate into this bizarre--alien?--jungle on the other. And so he'd run, even though he'd been pretty sure it was exactly what the ( ... )
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"Great. Just greeeat," Sokka muttered to himself in sarcasm as he was walking through this jungle, by himself. "Just what I need; to wind up in some random jungle." None of his bender friends were nowhere nearby, and that had him worried for a while. However he still had his lucky, trusty boomerang with him!
That, and only that. Man, I am so lost right now... This whole other-world-traveling was starting to grind his very nerves.
"Can't the universe just give a guy a break? Or let me find at least a guide or a map?" Yeah. He wasn't happy. Not in the slightest--especially when it came to being separated from friends, new and old.
He wasn't stranded all by himself that time when he first happened to be trapped in the Nexus. This was so much worse.
As Sokka huffed out a frustrated sigh, his stomach began to rumble. "I know, I know," he said to it in a ( ... )
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