06-30-2016, 10:50 PM
The rain pounded against the leaves overhead, but plenty of water still made it down to continue soaking the group of five. They had made it some distance from the chaos, and stopped at Abner’s exhausted insistence. Apparently these other two primes had a lot more endurance than he did, and the two secondaries were clearly fueled by fear and adrenaline. But dammit, he was tired and he needed a break. The idea of taking a moment to compose themselves had appealed to the robot leading the retreat, so that was what they did.
A short time later, Abner was sitting on a log and stitching up a nasty gash on one of the secondaries, a young fellow named Trent who obviously didn’t have a lot of worldly experience. The other secondary, a girl named Kristen, was about as equally prepared for this and was pacing not far from them. Abner wasn’t thrilled about having to play babysitter to these two, but at the same time he sympathized with the plight of a secondary far more than that of a prime.
The truth was, Abner was certainly learning that he despised primes, even if he was one now. His experience as a Stormtrooper and his meeting with Omni certainly set that belief in motion, and this ordeal with Karl Jak wasn’t helping much. There was certainly a pattern of behavior with those that could shape this world, and it was rarely a helpful one.
“Almost done,” Abner said as he nearly finished with the stitches. He wasn’t a trained field medic, but he’d picked up a trick or two over the years. More likely than not, it would hold the injury together until they got off the island. He was still optimistic.
“Thanks,” Trent quietly mumbled, still overwhelmed by this entire experience.
“Ain’t a thing,” Abner shrugged as he worked. He shot a glance up at the look on the boy’s face, and could see the thousand yard stare he gave off. A little small talk might do the kid good. “So how’d you end up on that plane, anyway?”
“Followed a girl,” Trent sheepishly confessed.
Abner followed his line of sight to Kristen, who stood oblivious to them as she surveyed the area. Being involved in some castaway soap opera love story didn’t bother him quite as much as he thought it should. He could really only chuckle as he finished sealing the gash.
“Me too,” Abner admitted, then stood up. “Get a little rest. We’ll probably need to move soon.”
As the girl walked over and the two secondaries sat together, Abner approached Colonel, who stood nearby. Granite, sensing a meeting of the minds, also approached his fellow primes. Colonel looked directly at the human prime when he neared with a stoic stare. The former Stormtrooper, for his part, took his can of chewing tobacco out and put a much needed pinch of dip in his mouth.
“Abner, by the way,” he introduced himself, finally. It had been so chaotic that they’d skipped the formalities.
“Colonel,” the stern robot replied, then gestured to his companion. “And this is Granite.”
Abner nodded as he pocketed the tin of dip. He may have felt a growing dislike and distrust of primes, but he was perfectly kind and agreeable to these two. After all, they hadn’t wronged him in any way, yet. He was sure they’d find a way to eventually, but the chief bastard on his mind was Karl Jak at this point in time.
“So, now what?” Abner asked the obvious question. So far, this was the best opportunity he had seen to really make a plan.
Colonel allowed a brief pause before he spoke. “We were separated from one of our own in the crash. Reuniting with him would be preferable.”
“You think there were others that survived the crash?” Abner asked, crossing his arms as he did.
Abner thought back to the plane crash, and the last time he’d seen Christa. Through the chaos the same look of determination had been on her face. He knew that girl was going to get her sister back, come hell or high water. Even as she disappeared into smoke and fire between them, he never lost faith in her.
“Me too,” Abner said, simultaneously with Colonel nodding in agreement. Finding Christa was his top priority, now. He looked around and surveyed the jungle that surrounded them. “Don’t know which way to go. I’m new to this prime thing. Anyone got any cool super powers?”
“It is difficult to tell on this island. We seem to have been affected in some way,” Colonel admitted.
“Whatever we do, we probably shouldn’t stay here long,” Granite chimed in.
Abner spat a bit of tobacco on the ground and nodded, as well. Couldn’t argue with that.
A short time later, Abner was sitting on a log and stitching up a nasty gash on one of the secondaries, a young fellow named Trent who obviously didn’t have a lot of worldly experience. The other secondary, a girl named Kristen, was about as equally prepared for this and was pacing not far from them. Abner wasn’t thrilled about having to play babysitter to these two, but at the same time he sympathized with the plight of a secondary far more than that of a prime.
The truth was, Abner was certainly learning that he despised primes, even if he was one now. His experience as a Stormtrooper and his meeting with Omni certainly set that belief in motion, and this ordeal with Karl Jak wasn’t helping much. There was certainly a pattern of behavior with those that could shape this world, and it was rarely a helpful one.
“Almost done,” Abner said as he nearly finished with the stitches. He wasn’t a trained field medic, but he’d picked up a trick or two over the years. More likely than not, it would hold the injury together until they got off the island. He was still optimistic.
“Thanks,” Trent quietly mumbled, still overwhelmed by this entire experience.
“Ain’t a thing,” Abner shrugged as he worked. He shot a glance up at the look on the boy’s face, and could see the thousand yard stare he gave off. A little small talk might do the kid good. “So how’d you end up on that plane, anyway?”
“Followed a girl,” Trent sheepishly confessed.
Abner followed his line of sight to Kristen, who stood oblivious to them as she surveyed the area. Being involved in some castaway soap opera love story didn’t bother him quite as much as he thought it should. He could really only chuckle as he finished sealing the gash.
“Me too,” Abner admitted, then stood up. “Get a little rest. We’ll probably need to move soon.”
As the girl walked over and the two secondaries sat together, Abner approached Colonel, who stood nearby. Granite, sensing a meeting of the minds, also approached his fellow primes. Colonel looked directly at the human prime when he neared with a stoic stare. The former Stormtrooper, for his part, took his can of chewing tobacco out and put a much needed pinch of dip in his mouth.
“Abner, by the way,” he introduced himself, finally. It had been so chaotic that they’d skipped the formalities.
“Colonel,” the stern robot replied, then gestured to his companion. “And this is Granite.”
Abner nodded as he pocketed the tin of dip. He may have felt a growing dislike and distrust of primes, but he was perfectly kind and agreeable to these two. After all, they hadn’t wronged him in any way, yet. He was sure they’d find a way to eventually, but the chief bastard on his mind was Karl Jak at this point in time.
“So, now what?” Abner asked the obvious question. So far, this was the best opportunity he had seen to really make a plan.
Colonel allowed a brief pause before he spoke. “We were separated from one of our own in the crash. Reuniting with him would be preferable.”
“You think there were others that survived the crash?” Abner asked, crossing his arms as he did.
Abner thought back to the plane crash, and the last time he’d seen Christa. Through the chaos the same look of determination had been on her face. He knew that girl was going to get her sister back, come hell or high water. Even as she disappeared into smoke and fire between them, he never lost faith in her.
“Me too,” Abner said, simultaneously with Colonel nodding in agreement. Finding Christa was his top priority, now. He looked around and surveyed the jungle that surrounded them. “Don’t know which way to go. I’m new to this prime thing. Anyone got any cool super powers?”
“It is difficult to tell on this island. We seem to have been affected in some way,” Colonel admitted.
“Whatever we do, we probably shouldn’t stay here long,” Granite chimed in.
Abner spat a bit of tobacco on the ground and nodded, as well. Couldn’t argue with that.