Post by Leslie Sarkany on May 19, 2020 15:37:55 GMT -5
After an interstellar conversation with his witch doctor the Bluenoser was free to hunt. Going to warp 1.9 Nogo bent space and time landing on the planet Quarantine which was a mere 5 parsecs from his home planet in the Dumbdumb quadrant. Bluenoser dawned in war jacket showing his many campaigns in the "Digging Wars." This was soon discarded as the three suns of Quarantine blazed gloriously on the wasteland. New power cels were added to his main weapon, Quota Guru #2 was locked and loaded not too mention that it was purring in the native language of the Bluenoser. It gave him great pleasure. The purple clouds collided with the pink sky. It was not a good day to die.
Scanning the Bluenoser was not focused. His thoughts went to his ancient forbearers who could have never in their wildest pint of grog thought of galactic travel. To the ancients wyverns were real. A sound. A faint sound from his scanner snapped him out of it. Engage. That he did taking no prisons in the hole he blasted. More sounds. Glorious. More of the locals falling under his mighty coil!
Engrossed in the hunt the hunter took time to note. Note the danger as the sign was there..
Danger. Danger Bluenoser! The warning echoed between his ears. Alert! With that he followed the soun alarm from his scanner. Hideous. ghastly and just plain ugly a "Quartintine" came into view.
This unGodly effigy was dispatched within a heart beat.
Once again the voice that was behind his head and between its ears said "Quota overage detected. Abort."
Not one to have random, independent thoughts obeyed did the Bluenoser.
Boarding Starship "Dr. Who" he warped out . Home. Bounty. Quota #5 + 10 =$6.39, silver 1953 dime, Champlain fun zone token, key...to what and who cares, an alien and his print.
Scanning the Bluenoser was not focused. His thoughts went to his ancient forbearers who could have never in their wildest pint of grog thought of galactic travel. To the ancients wyverns were real. A sound. A faint sound from his scanner snapped him out of it. Engage. That he did taking no prisons in the hole he blasted. More sounds. Glorious. More of the locals falling under his mighty coil!
Engrossed in the hunt the hunter took time to note. Note the danger as the sign was there..
Danger. Danger Bluenoser! The warning echoed between his ears. Alert! With that he followed the soun alarm from his scanner. Hideous. ghastly and just plain ugly a "Quartintine" came into view.
This unGodly effigy was dispatched within a heart beat.
Once again the voice that was behind his head and between its ears said "Quota overage detected. Abort."
Not one to have random, independent thoughts obeyed did the Bluenoser.
Boarding Starship "Dr. Who" he warped out . Home. Bounty. Quota #5 + 10 =$6.39, silver 1953 dime, Champlain fun zone token, key...to what and who cares, an alien and his print.
