Post by Talon on Aug 12, 2008 16:42:04 GMT -5
Several Xenoliths skittered into the graveyard, knowing no fresh graves were there today. They stalked between the graves, looking about for food, or perhaps to play. Either way, their time would soon be cut short as one of them had dozens of holes punched into its frame, the foul blood oozing out of each as it collapsed. The other two snapped their heads up, trying to find their assasin, only to have the second's head explode in a gory spray of flesh and ooze. The third hissed, tail swaying as a humanoid shape stepped into view, aiming something at the Xenolith. It screeched, taking to the air before becoming immersed in a spray of flames, watching it fall back to earth and break bones as it impacted. It tried to rise feebly, but simply got O'Malley's foot shoved through its skull.
The droid wiped its clawed foor off, then glanced around the area, realizing where it was he now stood. He crouched near one of the gravestones and read the name of the deceased below it.
"Christopher L. Sampson, 1943-2006."
He blinked, then moved to the next.
"Christine J. Meyers, 1956-2008."
His tail swayed as he moved yet onto another.
"Cameron D. Hammond, 1973-1990."
His eyes widened at this, and he muttered,
"This would mean this one died... at age 17?"
Shaking his head, he stood up and folded his arms, staring at the sky.
"These humans have odd ways of honoring their dead... stuffing them full of sawdust, shoving them into boxes, and burying them six feet below the ground? It's like putting the corpses on display..."
His eye narrowed as a memory from six years past came to mind.
"But hey, who am I to judge? I'm just a machine..."
He glanced up at the sky, and muttered,
"Then again... so was Spite... and he did a lot of good in the short time he was here... compared to my year of slaughter and destruction..."
((End thread))
The droid wiped its clawed foor off, then glanced around the area, realizing where it was he now stood. He crouched near one of the gravestones and read the name of the deceased below it.
"Christopher L. Sampson, 1943-2006."
He blinked, then moved to the next.
"Christine J. Meyers, 1956-2008."
His tail swayed as he moved yet onto another.
"Cameron D. Hammond, 1973-1990."
His eyes widened at this, and he muttered,
"This would mean this one died... at age 17?"
Shaking his head, he stood up and folded his arms, staring at the sky.
"These humans have odd ways of honoring their dead... stuffing them full of sawdust, shoving them into boxes, and burying them six feet below the ground? It's like putting the corpses on display..."
His eye narrowed as a memory from six years past came to mind.
"But hey, who am I to judge? I'm just a machine..."
He glanced up at the sky, and muttered,
"Then again... so was Spite... and he did a lot of good in the short time he was here... compared to my year of slaughter and destruction..."
((End thread))
