There was a sudden jolt and it drew back from him, in pain and anguish. Its
grip on him was gone and it withdrew from his presence.
Lennier fell to his knees, and felt warmth and life filling him again. He felt himself waking up...
Pris watched him as he slowly regained consciousness.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
He slowly sat up, and rubbed his head, noticing the pieces of the effigy lying all over the floor.
"Yes," he said, "But how-"
She punched him in the face.
"Idiot," she said.
He rubbed his face, "Sorry," he said.
"Well," she said with a smile, "as long as you know you were wrong," then she added, "thanks."
"Course I have to ask," she said, looking at the effigy's remains, "why you didn't destroy it in the first place."
"Well," said Anne, "it was all part of his plan."
Pris raised her eyebrow questioningly.
That's when the ground started shaking.
"W-What the fu-?!" Pris stumbled around as the ground shook and finally stabilized herself by leaning on the bed.
"It's awake," Lennier said.
"Well it sounds pissed."
He grabbed Pris and headed off out the door and down the hall, with Anne coming up behind them. They stumbled and slid and couldn't seem to keep their footing, but they kept moving til they got to the door.
"Wait!" Pris cried as she started fumbling with her mask and head gear. Lennier stopped short of the door and waited for her and Anne to get ready.
There was a terrific and unnatural roar from somewhere deep below them. It sent a chill up through Pris' spine and she hurried to get her oxygen mask and goggles on.
The door flew open and they stumbled outside into the cold, which bit at her through her clothes. She couldn't see and was hanging on for dear life to Lennier's hand, while Anne hung onto her's.
Another roar came, only this sounded closer to her, to the surface. The ground heaved violently and she lost her footing and her grip on Lennier's hand. She and Anne fell back and rolled, tangling in each other's limbs.
She landed heavily on her back and was blinded to everything, she had lost her goggles. There was nothing but white, and the roaring, was it the wind? Or something else?
Pris rolled onto her hands and knees and felt around for anything, especially her goggles. She couldn't find them.
The cold was starting to seep in through her clothes, and she was afraid of blacking out. She fought the urge to stand up and start walking; knowing that wandering further away would not be helpful.
Something gripped her leg. Anne? She reached out to touch it, and it pulled back on her violently.
She clawed at the ground, but whatever it was pulling her back, to where, she still couldn't see.
Then something grabbed one of her hands. She squirmed violently trying to break free, not wanting to be pulled in two directions, until she realized it was Anne.
They both struggled against whatever it was that was pulling Pris back, but soon they both were sliding along the ice towards who knew where.
A shot rang out over her head and she was free. She felt someone was picking her up and leading her away. Still blind, disorientated, she did not know what was going on.
There was as sudden burst of warmth and she fell heavily onto a metal surface. She opened her eyes and found that she was on the ship they came in on. Lennier was hovering over her, and Anne was slouched against the wall, gasping.
Pris gratefully pulled off her oxygen mask and gasped for air, and finally asked, "What was that?!"
"I am not sure," he answered, as he started prepping the ship, "but I suggest that we are not here to find out."
"Could've been him," Anne said, between gasps, "he's trying to break surface."
A shadow passed quickly over them, but Pris didn't see it clearly.
"What the hell was that?"
Lennier didn't answer, but she swore there was the beginnings of a knowing smile.
Ranger Findell looked out at the frozen wastelands flying beneath him. He spared a passing thought of the tiny ship that sped away back towards the colony, making a small mental tic.
He was more concerned with the rather large and indescribable life form that was being detected ahead, breaking through the ice.
"Do we have a clear shot?" he asked the weapons officer in Minbari.
"Yes sir."
"Than destroy that thing before it can break free."
The creature, which the humans had dubbed Turok, but whose real name was unpronounceable to most tongues, felt the cold chill of free air on him. Those mortals had managed to break free and destroy his idol, but it was no matter, he had absorbed enough energy to break free.
He reached for the surface and his vision spread far and wide across the horizon, he saw the whole planet, the people, the fear, the despair, perfect for him.
This time, though, there were no first ones to stop him, or his kind. They were free to wreak havoc on an unsuspecting universe.
There was a ship speeding towards him, it was small and miniscule, and easy kill for him...Although the guns on it did look oddly fami-
Next, the conclusion...
Lennier fell to his knees, and felt warmth and life filling him again. He felt himself waking up...
Pris watched him as he slowly regained consciousness.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
He slowly sat up, and rubbed his head, noticing the pieces of the effigy lying all over the floor.
"Yes," he said, "But how-"
She punched him in the face.
"Idiot," she said.
He rubbed his face, "Sorry," he said.
"Well," she said with a smile, "as long as you know you were wrong," then she added, "thanks."
"Course I have to ask," she said, looking at the effigy's remains, "why you didn't destroy it in the first place."
"Well," said Anne, "it was all part of his plan."
Pris raised her eyebrow questioningly.
That's when the ground started shaking.
"W-What the fu-?!" Pris stumbled around as the ground shook and finally stabilized herself by leaning on the bed.
"It's awake," Lennier said.
"Well it sounds pissed."
He grabbed Pris and headed off out the door and down the hall, with Anne coming up behind them. They stumbled and slid and couldn't seem to keep their footing, but they kept moving til they got to the door.
"Wait!" Pris cried as she started fumbling with her mask and head gear. Lennier stopped short of the door and waited for her and Anne to get ready.
There was a terrific and unnatural roar from somewhere deep below them. It sent a chill up through Pris' spine and she hurried to get her oxygen mask and goggles on.
The door flew open and they stumbled outside into the cold, which bit at her through her clothes. She couldn't see and was hanging on for dear life to Lennier's hand, while Anne hung onto her's.
Another roar came, only this sounded closer to her, to the surface. The ground heaved violently and she lost her footing and her grip on Lennier's hand. She and Anne fell back and rolled, tangling in each other's limbs.
She landed heavily on her back and was blinded to everything, she had lost her goggles. There was nothing but white, and the roaring, was it the wind? Or something else?
Pris rolled onto her hands and knees and felt around for anything, especially her goggles. She couldn't find them.
The cold was starting to seep in through her clothes, and she was afraid of blacking out. She fought the urge to stand up and start walking; knowing that wandering further away would not be helpful.
Something gripped her leg. Anne? She reached out to touch it, and it pulled back on her violently.
She clawed at the ground, but whatever it was pulling her back, to where, she still couldn't see.
Then something grabbed one of her hands. She squirmed violently trying to break free, not wanting to be pulled in two directions, until she realized it was Anne.
They both struggled against whatever it was that was pulling Pris back, but soon they both were sliding along the ice towards who knew where.
A shot rang out over her head and she was free. She felt someone was picking her up and leading her away. Still blind, disorientated, she did not know what was going on.
There was as sudden burst of warmth and she fell heavily onto a metal surface. She opened her eyes and found that she was on the ship they came in on. Lennier was hovering over her, and Anne was slouched against the wall, gasping.
Pris gratefully pulled off her oxygen mask and gasped for air, and finally asked, "What was that?!"
"I am not sure," he answered, as he started prepping the ship, "but I suggest that we are not here to find out."
"Could've been him," Anne said, between gasps, "he's trying to break surface."
A shadow passed quickly over them, but Pris didn't see it clearly.
"What the hell was that?"
Lennier didn't answer, but she swore there was the beginnings of a knowing smile.
Ranger Findell looked out at the frozen wastelands flying beneath him. He spared a passing thought of the tiny ship that sped away back towards the colony, making a small mental tic.
He was more concerned with the rather large and indescribable life form that was being detected ahead, breaking through the ice.
"Do we have a clear shot?" he asked the weapons officer in Minbari.
"Yes sir."
"Than destroy that thing before it can break free."
The creature, which the humans had dubbed Turok, but whose real name was unpronounceable to most tongues, felt the cold chill of free air on him. Those mortals had managed to break free and destroy his idol, but it was no matter, he had absorbed enough energy to break free.
He reached for the surface and his vision spread far and wide across the horizon, he saw the whole planet, the people, the fear, the despair, perfect for him.
This time, though, there were no first ones to stop him, or his kind. They were free to wreak havoc on an unsuspecting universe.
There was a ship speeding towards him, it was small and miniscule, and easy kill for him...Although the guns on it did look oddly fami-
Next, the conclusion...