Post by deadguydrew on Dec 9, 2009 9:56:21 GMT -5
Cursing, Grace swatted a massive mosquito, the insect exploding into a splash mark of blood, and bug guts on Alain's arm. Vigorously scratching the already inflamed point on his skin where the mosquito had made its mark, Alain surveyed the Philippine jungle around him. He had built his camp in the only opening he had been able to find, the balmy hundred degree weather only made worse by the nearly unbreathably humid air.
“Hell. I've died, and this is hell.”
The damaged Efreet lay behind him, the armless mobile suit not fit for combat after seeing action in the defense of Manila. What was worse, was that his drugs were gone, Alain having to endure the horrors of nature while fully sober. As he surveyed the wooded area around him, Alain didn't so much hear the mosquito flying near his ear, as felt it. The unusually large insect displacing enough air to shame a Gaw as it tried to make good on the distraction created by the sacrifice of its comrade, and stick Grace in the neck.
“Not this time!”
Pulling out his small Walther sidearm, Alain rolled away from the buzzing, squeezing the trigger as quickly as he could in an attempt to shoot the mosquito from the humid jungle air. On the last round, Grace heard a screech in the foliage where one of his bullets had flown, followed by a gentle thud. Bewildered, he holstered the emptied pistol, walking over to where he had heard the odd noises. Parting the massive, thorn studded leaves of what could have only be known as the fuck-you plant (anusstretchus withornius), he found a small monkey lying on the ground. The blood seeping from its leg said everything, the monkey obviously panicked as its eyes darted in every direction, looking for an escape.
“Aw, poor thing. I'm sorry, I won't hurt you. Let's get you taken care of.”
Reach down, Alain carefully picked up the small mammal, the creature only giving token resistance as it was picked up by the Zeon. Scratching the creature on the head, Grace talked to it softly, like a baby, as he walked back to his miserable excuse for a camp.
“Now this might hurt a little, you little fellow, but afterward we'll feel right as rain. Yes we will!”
Two hours later Grace burped loudly as he finished the rest of the primate meat. It was better than nothing, but with the monkey gone until it had completed the magical journey through Alain's digestive system, Grace found himself back at square one. As he mentally prepared himself for another bout of mind numbing boredom, Alain was brought back to reality by a high pitched beeping from the Efreet's cockpit.
Scrambling up the reclined mobile suit, and dropping down into his pilot seat, Alain quickly openned up his main console. Finally, he had orders.
With a whoop, he powered up the damage Efreet, the mobile suit rolling onto its belly, and then using its remaining arm to push itself upright. He had never had an opportunity to use his crackers while in combat, so it was with a certain amount of relish that he watched the small hollow that had been his home for a day, and a half, explode in a blaze of shrapnel, and other debris picked up by the blast.
Maybe there was something to this woodsie crap after all...
“Hell. I've died, and this is hell.”
The damaged Efreet lay behind him, the armless mobile suit not fit for combat after seeing action in the defense of Manila. What was worse, was that his drugs were gone, Alain having to endure the horrors of nature while fully sober. As he surveyed the wooded area around him, Alain didn't so much hear the mosquito flying near his ear, as felt it. The unusually large insect displacing enough air to shame a Gaw as it tried to make good on the distraction created by the sacrifice of its comrade, and stick Grace in the neck.
“Not this time!”
Pulling out his small Walther sidearm, Alain rolled away from the buzzing, squeezing the trigger as quickly as he could in an attempt to shoot the mosquito from the humid jungle air. On the last round, Grace heard a screech in the foliage where one of his bullets had flown, followed by a gentle thud. Bewildered, he holstered the emptied pistol, walking over to where he had heard the odd noises. Parting the massive, thorn studded leaves of what could have only be known as the fuck-you plant (anusstretchus withornius), he found a small monkey lying on the ground. The blood seeping from its leg said everything, the monkey obviously panicked as its eyes darted in every direction, looking for an escape.
“Aw, poor thing. I'm sorry, I won't hurt you. Let's get you taken care of.”
Reach down, Alain carefully picked up the small mammal, the creature only giving token resistance as it was picked up by the Zeon. Scratching the creature on the head, Grace talked to it softly, like a baby, as he walked back to his miserable excuse for a camp.
“Now this might hurt a little, you little fellow, but afterward we'll feel right as rain. Yes we will!”
Two hours later Grace burped loudly as he finished the rest of the primate meat. It was better than nothing, but with the monkey gone until it had completed the magical journey through Alain's digestive system, Grace found himself back at square one. As he mentally prepared himself for another bout of mind numbing boredom, Alain was brought back to reality by a high pitched beeping from the Efreet's cockpit.
Scrambling up the reclined mobile suit, and dropping down into his pilot seat, Alain quickly openned up his main console. Finally, he had orders.
With a whoop, he powered up the damage Efreet, the mobile suit rolling onto its belly, and then using its remaining arm to push itself upright. He had never had an opportunity to use his crackers while in combat, so it was with a certain amount of relish that he watched the small hollow that had been his home for a day, and a half, explode in a blaze of shrapnel, and other debris picked up by the blast.
Maybe there was something to this woodsie crap after all...