Two-Bit Con Artist
Continued from Heavy Metal
It had all happened too fast, and honestly even for the typically borderline paranoid Neri Rashal, too unexpectedly.
After all, who can honestly say they are prepared for a vegetative monster to come rampaging suddenly out of a side tunnel while they were studying MOSS. By the time her hand had moved reflexively to the blaster she still carried slung low on her hip, it was over.
But WHAT exactly had just-
Neri swore under her breath.
"Have you always been a Forcer, Logain?"
She slowly stood up from her crouch, head turning back and forth, the light casting across the hallway but all was clear again.
"You know what, that's none of my business, forget I asked," she muttered then, waving her hand as if she could wave the question away. Neri had no particular issues, one way or the other, with Forcers. Just didn't have much truck with them. As far as she could figure, the biggest issue was that they were just regular folk with a lot more capability of making a MESS if they weren't careful. But then, so was anyone with a big enough explosive.
"What did you *do* to it?" That was relevant.
Even as she asked though, she was lifting the small vial with the moss sample up to get a better look at it now. The thing, whatever it was, had been close enough to see the texture, the way it glowed. Mossy. And it had come out and after her ONLY after she'd taken the sample. Ambulatory plant? Something akin to a butterfly, with completely different adult and juvenile forms? Her mind was racing and it had nothing to do with the near miss just now.
[member="Elias Logain"]
It had all happened too fast, and honestly even for the typically borderline paranoid Neri Rashal, too unexpectedly.
After all, who can honestly say they are prepared for a vegetative monster to come rampaging suddenly out of a side tunnel while they were studying MOSS. By the time her hand had moved reflexively to the blaster she still carried slung low on her hip, it was over.
But WHAT exactly had just-
Neri swore under her breath.
"Have you always been a Forcer, Logain?"
She slowly stood up from her crouch, head turning back and forth, the light casting across the hallway but all was clear again.
"You know what, that's none of my business, forget I asked," she muttered then, waving her hand as if she could wave the question away. Neri had no particular issues, one way or the other, with Forcers. Just didn't have much truck with them. As far as she could figure, the biggest issue was that they were just regular folk with a lot more capability of making a MESS if they weren't careful. But then, so was anyone with a big enough explosive.
"What did you *do* to it?" That was relevant.
Even as she asked though, she was lifting the small vial with the moss sample up to get a better look at it now. The thing, whatever it was, had been close enough to see the texture, the way it glowed. Mossy. And it had come out and after her ONLY after she'd taken the sample. Ambulatory plant? Something akin to a butterfly, with completely different adult and juvenile forms? Her mind was racing and it had nothing to do with the near miss just now.
[member="Elias Logain"]