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[Roger Smith]

"NAK."

"Yeah okay you sure called it, Tolkien. They sure were orcs."

"NAK."

"I can still find something to fee you to, y'know."

"NAK."

"Hey. That was definitely not a lucky shot. I know exactly how to use this damn rifle okay. I made the damn thing, y'know."

It had been the same sort of back and forth ever since Adam had emerged from the denser mass of trees to catch sight of the village or town or something. His small crocodilian companion, still perched resolutely and rather annoyingly on his shoulder, had promptly told him to hit the dirt. He had done so, and over the course of the next several minutes, had taken his time to survey the scene via the scope of his crutch-concealed rifle. He had had a most aggressive disagreement with his small red NAK'ing companion, which ended up with Adam being coerced -- rather easily -- to lend some fire support to the situation.

One shot. Hiss of laser fire. One large, brutish green form with a sizzling wound in the side of its head slumping to the ground.

Second shot. Second hiss of laser fire. Another equally large green form, a freshly-burned wound in the back of its head, slumping down to the ground in death.

In short order the remainder of the hulking green beasts, which Nakworth had insisted were orcs, were fleeing, apparently getting it through their heads they were more than a little outmatched.

A short time and much floating along later, and Adam was much nearer the settlement, and able to more clearly see the green beasties he had helped put down and chase off. And he had to grudgingly acknowledge that Nakworth had been correct. He shouldn't have been surprised in the slightest, given what he had seen so far in this place, but it still bothered him to have something like orcs apparently being real so casually shoved in his face, so shortly after running into Star Wars: the world.

Dismissing his disgruntlement for now, Adam floated on into town, and taking a short look around. It seemed....somehow fitting with the area, though after about a minute Adam's finely-developed senses and situational awareness, and not at all just a random observation he happened to make, made him aware of something rather odd about the town, in that there seemed to be no one around that could be called a real adult. Or....well, no one that appeared to be human, at any rate. The place was full of a rather odd mix of folks.

"NAK."

Finally dismounting from his perch, Nakworth scampered off, quickly leaving Adam behind and vanishing around the corner of a building. "Oh for the love of...." Once more, Adam's open palm met his face in a faint smack. "If that little reptile gets me in trouble around here I swear...." He trailed off into indistinct grumbling of threats and punishments he wouldn't actually follow through on in any way, shape or form.

Then he turned his attention to the current rush of activity in the town. Namely, the cleaning up of the aftermath of the orc attack. Even thinking the phrase "orc attack" made Adam ever so slightly roll his eyes, reminding himself this was not some strange game or book, but what was actually going on before his eyes. There were wounded to tend to, damages to repair....not to mention taking care of the bodies. Adam shuddered at that thought. He'd dealt with his fair share of bodies -- lugging them around, depositing at least one on his quest bed, and generally disposing of far more than he had any right to be in the vicinity of.

But he didn't enjoy it one bit.

And as much as he might have wanted to offer his help in cleaning up the mess, just to get it over and done with as expediently as possible, his stomach and sense of better judgement revolted in near unison, forcing him to turn away and merely head off at random to poke about the town. It was more preferable than returning to aimless jungle wandering, at the very least, and maybe -- juuuuuust maybe -- he would possibly find something that was of actual interest.

It was worth a shot.