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Jinn 93x Archives As I looked inside the round grassy hut I beheld its circular interior and observed a round fire pit filled with an abundance of hot glowing embers. On the walls of the hut were hung many metal, stone and wooden tools, likely used in their skull reducing procedures. Sitting below these ghastly looking implements were roughly twelve of the Meedree. They were adorned with a feathered array around their necks and each one had bright blue paint covering all of their facial features. Darker blue paint was used to make their lips stand out from their faces in a bizarre fashion. Startled at seeing me appear through the disintegrated door, they all began reaching into bags attached to their waists. From the bags they withdrew small darts, possibly the same type of dart that had drugged me days earlier, and began loading them into thin eight-inch tubes. As the Meedree began to place the tubes to their mouths, I instinctively swung the rock borer that had been hanging from my shoulder and quickly activated it as I focused it in an arc across where the Meedree medicine men were sitting. This all happened so quickly I did not have time to consider my impulsive actions, but whether I had had enough time to contemplate my precarious situation, the results would have no doubt been the same. Only one of the Meedree skull surgeons remained sitting. The others were simply no longer there. The remaining Meedree was missing his right arm as a result of the laser blast, and yet he sat there and in a peculiar manner smiled at me! I had not noticed until now that to this individual's left was a man strapped in a gurney of sorts. This poor soul was to be tonight's victim of skull mutilation! I walked over to him and began to untie the leashes securing his body. Abruptly his eyes opened and he proclaimed, "Help me! Don't let them do this to me, please!" "You're going to be alright," I said as I continued to unlatch the bands holding his body to the gurney. As I was helping him the surviving Meedree had stood up and was preparing to walk through the door. I quickly pointed the rock borer at him and shouted, "Stop! Take me to where the woman is being held!" The smile vanished from the Meedree's face, and although there was no blood coming from the cauterized amputation, he motioned the stump in such a manner as to indicate to me he wished me to follow him. I assisted the un-tethered male from the gurney and told him to go and release the others who were destined to have their skulls shrunk and flee for their lives. I followed the remaining Meedree medicine man as he exited the doorless hut and we began walking on a polished stone path that twisted and turned as it wove its way between huts like a slithering viper. With the Meedree walking at a determined pace in front of me, I gazed heavenward to verify the position of the Rider hovering in the sky. The Rider was barely noticeable; in fact, if one didn't know precisely where to look, discerning its location would have been nearly impossible. Quickly stopping at the doorway of a small, square hut, the Meedree pointed at the entranceway. "Here," he said, "here is the woman!" Keeping an eye on the Meedree, I pushed open the hut's door with my left hand and motioned with my right hand (still gripping tightly to the rock borer) for him to precede me into the hut. Staying right at his back, I followed the Meedree into the hut where we encountered two guards, dressed similar to the Meedree medicine men but without the facial paint, sitting around a small fire pit. They appeared very surprised to see us, and yet both wasted no time reaching into the bags containing their drugged darts. As I quickly swung the rock borer in their direction, the medicine man began yelling something in a strange dialect and gesturing with the stump of his right arm. "Take the bag of darts from them," I commanded. The medicine man relieved them of the dart bags and it was then that I observed behind the Meedree the shadowy form of a woman standing in the dark. "Dezz, is that you?" I exclaimed. "Yes, Brax. I can't believe you came back for me," she cried, her voice tired and strained. "Believe it, but the party hasn't begun yet! We have to get back to the Rider," I replied. I informed the medicine man to unlock the cage and Dezz exchanged places with the three Meedree. "Are you well enough to walk?" I asked as I re-latched the cage. Dezz ran to me and gave me a hug, exclaiming, "I'm go, let's leave!" Leaving the bewildered Meedree in Dezz's cage, we left the hut running down the stone path. All the while I was gazing upward to orient us with the Rider. We reached the spot where I had sat down earlier and could barely make out the Rider hovering directly above us. "Hold on," I said as I grabbed Dezz's waist with my left arm after I had securely slung the strap for the rock borer over my right shoulder. I then activated the dials on the anti-grav belt and slowly we began to ascend toward the stationary Rider. We could hear voices and a commotion coming from below us, but I tried to keep my concentration focused upon the underbelly of the Rider. Slowly I maneuvered us toward the open hatch of the Rider. Dezz reached up into the hatch to be taken into the outstretched arms of Brok and Grazzat. Previous Page Next Page Friends, How about giving a Gift Subscription to Raven's Demise to your friends, relatives, and workmates? It's easy. Just send me their names and e-mail addresses. I'll send out the pages they've missed to bring them up to speed and let them know who the gift is from. If this isn't their cup of tea, un-subscribing is easy. 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