05-25-2015, 09:32 PM
Harry's trip in the helecopter was mostly uneventful; he regained consciousness strapped to a table, just as a collar clicked shut around his neck. The man returned to a sealed-off cockpit, and Harry was released from the table. A duffel bag with a small nametag reading "Harry D." on the zipper was sitting next to him on the floor. He picked it up and looked inside. Four MRE's, a compass, a map, four bottles of water, and a mass of mechanical parts along with a picture-based book of directions that looked like it was made by IKEA, if IKEA sold something like this. Which they might have, in this universe. He hadn't spotted one in Coruscant.
Being dropped off on the island a short distance from the ground was expected, though he was a little irate at being here at all. Cindy was still at large, too. Hopefully that dragon wouldn't be an issue right away. He picked up his bag and checked his map before the copter's lights were too far away for him to read it. It was a well-drawn map, and his location was marked. He set off south of his current location, making good time with his long legs and all the running he did on a daily basis. He found a road near his dropoff point and followed it, slowing his pace slightly to allow for a longer trek. It was an uneventful few hours; he found a small town but skirted around it on the north, unconsciously making his way somewhere a little cooler. He'd find food in the town, if there was any, when it was daylight. He needed to take advantage of the chill pre-dawn air and the darkness. He would be able to read the map more in the daytime, but he could remember roughly where his destination was.
A search of the local terrain revealed a small cave, more of an alcove in the rock, really. He took shelter inside, mostly from prying eyes that might or might not be there with him, and he opened his duffel bag, breaking out his little surprise and following the picture-book instructions to assemble it. He'd have to ration his food, so having something to do would be most helpful. That, and having this thing ready to use, if the pictures were any guide as to what it did, would be a godsend if someone ambushed him.
Being dropped off on the island a short distance from the ground was expected, though he was a little irate at being here at all. Cindy was still at large, too. Hopefully that dragon wouldn't be an issue right away. He picked up his bag and checked his map before the copter's lights were too far away for him to read it. It was a well-drawn map, and his location was marked. He set off south of his current location, making good time with his long legs and all the running he did on a daily basis. He found a road near his dropoff point and followed it, slowing his pace slightly to allow for a longer trek. It was an uneventful few hours; he found a small town but skirted around it on the north, unconsciously making his way somewhere a little cooler. He'd find food in the town, if there was any, when it was daylight. He needed to take advantage of the chill pre-dawn air and the darkness. He would be able to read the map more in the daytime, but he could remember roughly where his destination was.
A search of the local terrain revealed a small cave, more of an alcove in the rock, really. He took shelter inside, mostly from prying eyes that might or might not be there with him, and he opened his duffel bag, breaking out his little surprise and following the picture-book instructions to assemble it. He'd have to ration his food, so having something to do would be most helpful. That, and having this thing ready to use, if the pictures were any guide as to what it did, would be a godsend if someone ambushed him.
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