Post by Galadare on Mar 28, 2007 13:30:28 GMT -5
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You find yourself on a military transport. The cold gray interior is devoid of a view and the seats seem do be designed for armored occupants. The thrum of the engines is a low pitch that is felt more than heard, and too powerful to ignore. The sound has long since strangled any conversation that may otherwise have occurred. Between you and Dr. Kaitlynn Roberts, the navy xenobotanist assigned to your mission, Doug Edwards is too starry eyed to try anyway. Rabbi and the twelve marines assigned to him sit in statuesque silence, as if the engines’ earth-shattering roars were conducive to meditation. Amazingly, the two pilots chatter like a pair of birds, though how they hear each other is beyond your understanding. Fortunately, your tour guide Mosi lends a trace of familiarity to the group, his charcoal dark skin and accented english remind you of the people who so readily befriended you on Maisha during you years of school.
Suddenly, the engine noise drops in volume and you feel your momentum shift. Mosi and Rabbi move forward to the cockpit. It only takes a moment to land and the marines set up base camp.
Eventually, Mosi takes you, Edwards, Roberts, Rabbi and five marines out in the hovercraft. You circle the forested peak of Kibo first, and quickly find signs of the creatures’ camp.
Mosi circles around one more time and lands on a nearby ridge.
“We should hike from here,” he says.
Two marines remain with the hovercraft and Mosi leads the rest of you along the ridge and into the forest. The path is rugged, but not terribly difficult. In time you come to a clearing where Mosi halts the company.
Two of the creatures (tentatively dubbed Gog’thamen by one of the martian officers that found their village) stand on the opossite end.
The gog’thamen have the thick fur and broad shoulders of the gorillas indigenous to the planet but are smaller than you would have expected. They are sitting in the lower branches of a tree, with their heads cocked to one side. They are watching you with what appears to be a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. They are dressed in loincloths and don’t seem to be carrying any form of tools.
Mosi glances at you. “This is your show, Doctor.”
You find yourself on a military transport. The cold gray interior is devoid of a view and the seats seem do be designed for armored occupants. The thrum of the engines is a low pitch that is felt more than heard, and too powerful to ignore. The sound has long since strangled any conversation that may otherwise have occurred. Between you and Dr. Kaitlynn Roberts, the navy xenobotanist assigned to your mission, Doug Edwards is too starry eyed to try anyway. Rabbi and the twelve marines assigned to him sit in statuesque silence, as if the engines’ earth-shattering roars were conducive to meditation. Amazingly, the two pilots chatter like a pair of birds, though how they hear each other is beyond your understanding. Fortunately, your tour guide Mosi lends a trace of familiarity to the group, his charcoal dark skin and accented english remind you of the people who so readily befriended you on Maisha during you years of school.
Suddenly, the engine noise drops in volume and you feel your momentum shift. Mosi and Rabbi move forward to the cockpit. It only takes a moment to land and the marines set up base camp.
Eventually, Mosi takes you, Edwards, Roberts, Rabbi and five marines out in the hovercraft. You circle the forested peak of Kibo first, and quickly find signs of the creatures’ camp.
Mosi circles around one more time and lands on a nearby ridge.
“We should hike from here,” he says.
Two marines remain with the hovercraft and Mosi leads the rest of you along the ridge and into the forest. The path is rugged, but not terribly difficult. In time you come to a clearing where Mosi halts the company.
Two of the creatures (tentatively dubbed Gog’thamen by one of the martian officers that found their village) stand on the opossite end.
The gog’thamen have the thick fur and broad shoulders of the gorillas indigenous to the planet but are smaller than you would have expected. They are sitting in the lower branches of a tree, with their heads cocked to one side. They are watching you with what appears to be a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. They are dressed in loincloths and don’t seem to be carrying any form of tools.
Mosi glances at you. “This is your show, Doctor.”