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Title: Of Epic Proportions
Fandom: Primeval
Drabble: 100 Words
Characters: Connor, Abby
Notes: For primeval100's prompt: Fight. I don't own them. Wouldn't it be lovely if I did?
Summary: Saving the galaxy, one blaster gun at a time!
"Surrender is your only choice," a deep gravelly voice commanded.
"Never!" came the stubborn reply. "You'll have to take me by force."
"That can be arranged."
Pew. Pew pew pew. The sound of the blaster filled the room and the citizens of the city screamed in terror.
"Let them go! They're innocent. It's me you want!"
Pew pew pew.
"Connor?"
With a start, Connor dropped the Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker figurines in his hands. Looking up at Abby, he smiled sheepishly. "Um. Yeah?"
Abby looked like she was desperately fighting not to laugh. "What the hell are you doing?"
Fandom: Primeval
Drabble: 100 Words
Characters: Connor, Abby
Notes: For primeval100's prompt: Fight. I don't own them. Wouldn't it be lovely if I did?
Summary: Saving the galaxy, one blaster gun at a time!
"Surrender is your only choice," a deep gravelly voice commanded.
"Never!" came the stubborn reply. "You'll have to take me by force."
"That can be arranged."
Pew. Pew pew pew. The sound of the blaster filled the room and the citizens of the city screamed in terror.
"Let them go! They're innocent. It's me you want!"
Pew pew pew.
"Connor?"
With a start, Connor dropped the Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker figurines in his hands. Looking up at Abby, he smiled sheepishly. "Um. Yeah?"
Abby looked like she was desperately fighting not to laugh. "What the hell are you doing?"