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PROTECTOR Episode 22///PROTECTOR///
Chris walks to the cockpit, his body slumping into the chair at the navigations terminal. Pressing a few keys, the holo-panel displays a countdown timer: the time before they are able to resurface in their own dimension.
"One hour…" He says to himself, propping his legs up to one side of the keyboard.
Within moments he is fast asleep, his torso hanging out over the side of his seat.
A sharp tug on the wolf ears protruding from his head wake him up with a start just a moment later.
"OW!" He shouts, falling out of his chair and nearly breaking his nose on the floor.
A sudden weight is placed on his back as two hands grab his ears again.
"Okay Kara… you've made your point. I won't sleep in the command center anymore so get off of me!"
PROTECTOR Episode 21///PROTECTOR///
…Close Your Hands and Make a Fist
The dark arm collides with the ground in a sickening thud.
Chris pulls himself from his leaning position against the hull, the tapered tip of large sword in his right hand touching the ground.
The single-edged weapon is as long as he is tall and, lacking a hilt, is the width of his hand at the base of the blade. The angelic and demonic runes engraved into the flats of the blade shine in the sun as he tilts his body toward the black creature, positioning his large sword so that the unsharpened side nearly rests against the side of his head.
The wolf swings the massive blade, causing a long arc of black and white flames to erupt from the very air and blaze towards the preacher.
The black creature runs directly towards the oncoming ballistic attack, leaping into the air,
PROTECTOR Episode 20///PROTECTOR///
Open Your Eyes, Open Your Mouths…
Chris looks around the room the mechanical beetle had led him to, the large holographic display shedding enough light on its own to illuminate everything.
This was the cockpit and command center of the Phoenix. The windows had been sealed to make whatever information was on the screen hovering in the air easily visible, effectively basking everything in ethereal cybernetic-blue from the many other panels littered throughout the room. Inside each one was a wealth of information; the wolf wouldn't be surprised if the ship somehow held the information of multiple planes.
His hand punches multiple keys, "Let's see exactly what time it is."
The robotic creature, shuffling across the floor with a piece of metal almost twice his size, tilts its head towards him, "What's so important about the time?"
PROTECTOR Episode 19///PROTECTOR///
Chris continues following the four legged robot as it enters one final doorway.
Chirping something in its mechanical language, it turns and illuminates a large piece of machinery with the beam of light coming from its head.
The wolf tugs on a sheet of metal, the guess revealing a mass of wires and switches, "You want me to repair this mess?"
The drone nods its head, rapidly bobbing the light from ceiling to floor.
"Fine! Fine! Just hold the light still, I can't see anything while it moves around."
An explosion rocks the ground as the building on 21st and Main falls to one side, colliding with an apartment building. The superstructure tears into glass and cement, dragging the evolved house with it to the ground.
In a matter of moments all th
PROTECTOR Episode 18///PROTECTOR///
Time's Right Hand
Zar peeks out the hole blasted in the side of the apartment on 21st and Main, his hands steadily working to reload his pistol. His head zips behind cover as a group of three ulai move past his location.
It had been three days since the message was sent.
The ulai were caught off guard by people barricading themselves inside their homes and refusing to meet with them, despite the broadcast across the entire ring.
It was because the featureless creatures could not see like other creatures, in fact they have none of the senses that the other races use. They could only see, touch, or smell by focusing their psychic energies and pick up distortions, and they had to do it consciously.
The ulai were deaf and blind to the broadcast because it was an irregularity.
Fight the oppressors
Freed prisoners from the pen
Have now come to this once beautiful glen
Show what you were born to do
Righteous murderers, that's you
Keep the peace
Hounds on a leash
Hold the French quarter
Wait for the order
Moving to protect the state
Hoping that you won't be late
Complete public disobeyal
Over a small thing so frail
Plot the points
Break some joints
Send in the military
Government loves to be arbitrary
PROTECTOR Episode 17///PROTECTOR///
Zar places the pick into the lock, carefully moving the two utensils until the knob emits a pop. Moving his hand back slowly each time the lock gives, he finally rotates his tools completely to the right.
The lock emits a snap in the silence of the back alley.
"We're in," the blonde human says before opening the door.
"Most used line… ever…" Paronis says, walking past him. Her purple eyes shift left and right, adjusting to the lack of light before locking onto the communications room.
Her hand grasps the handle and she stills her breathing.
The door explodes inward and the female rolls across the floor, colliding with the far wall.
She sweeps the room twice with a handgun, checking the dark corners twice more.
Finally satisfied that they are alone, Paronis pulls a disk out of her pocket, the one that contains the video of Band, and inserts it into a small data port on the side of a database.
The large comp
PROTECTOR Episode 16///PROTECTOR///
The large glass window at the top of the cathedral shakes, a tremor running through the ground. The preacher looks up, trying to discern the cause as everything becomes silent.
Chris crashes through the window, a black form surrounded by a rainbow of colors. The wolf doesn't attempt to slow down as he plows into the pile of tan robes and pins him to the wall with one arm.
"You have seven seconds to explain why we were attacked by a man in silver armor… and I've just used five of them."
"Perhaps I can be of assistance in that matter?" A third person says, just out of Chris's sight.
The wolf lets the preacher fall to the floor, turning in order face the silver man, "Yeah, I guess you could…"
The man's voice, source hidden below a solid sheet of metal, explodes in the air, "Y
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The four winged ship slides into place beside the teardrop.
"The Phoenix is in place, are you sure you're ready Kara?"
Inside the metal chamber that separates the inside of the ship from the true 'outside' the woman grips the two railings by her side. It wasn't so much a required act as one that would convince her she would be okay.
"Punch the button already, I'm getting anxious." She says to the air.
The wall in front of her opens to the top and bottom, a long metal ramp extending out to the teardrop. Her bare feet connect with the metal, the teardrop beginning to enlarge as she follows the pathway.
Chris watches her and a number of other monitors as they scan both the female and the opening vortex.
After a moment he asks, "How does it look on
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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