Challenge entry: BE PREPARED
BE PREPARED
Jack and Ianto stood side by side, admiring their fitness in the reflective glass of the 456 tank.
Jack squared his chin and said, "There is a saying here on Earth. A very old, very wise friend of mine taught me it. 'An injury to one is an injury to all'. And when people act according to that philosophy, the human race is the finest species in the universe."
"Let me put that another way," said Ianto. He donned the gas mask he had brought in case of contact with the aliens' poisonous atmosphere, whipped out his fuck-off huge gun, and annihilated the tank's glass in a hail of teflon-jacketed rapid fire.
"WAARRRRGGGHHH!!!" said the 456, expiring in a miasma of slime.
"Erk," said Jack, expiring in a cloud of filthy alien gases.
Ianto looked down through the goggles of his mask at Jack lying floppily at his feet. He rolled his eyes, pulled out his phone, and sent out a signal. Moments later, the SUV, having launched itself from the top of a neighbouring multi-story carpark, came crashing through the wall.
Ianto dragged Jack's dissolving corpse into the passenger seat and left him slumped on the dashboard. Euw. Those gasses weren't doing the upholstery any good either, he thought, driving a victory lap over the slippery remains of the enemy and then launching the car back out through the SUV-shaped hole.
Myfanwy caught the roof-rack neatly in her thick talons, just as they'd practised so many times. She screeched at the stink of the alien air, circling above the jammed traffic, looking for a bit of clear road. After a few wheeling turns (great view of the city!) she instinctively headed for Cardiff, the SUV slung beneath her like an elephant in the grip of a roc.
Jack said "WHUUUUHHHHHHHHH", copped another lungful of leftover alien gas, and fell on the dashboard again.
Ianto wound down the window. It was going to be a long trip.
Jack and Ianto stood side by side, admiring their fitness in the reflective glass of the 456 tank.
Jack squared his chin and said, "There is a saying here on Earth. A very old, very wise friend of mine taught me it. 'An injury to one is an injury to all'. And when people act according to that philosophy, the human race is the finest species in the universe."
"Let me put that another way," said Ianto. He donned the gas mask he had brought in case of contact with the aliens' poisonous atmosphere, whipped out his fuck-off huge gun, and annihilated the tank's glass in a hail of teflon-jacketed rapid fire.
"WAARRRRGGGHHH!!!" said the 456, expiring in a miasma of slime.
"Erk," said Jack, expiring in a cloud of filthy alien gases.
Ianto looked down through the goggles of his mask at Jack lying floppily at his feet. He rolled his eyes, pulled out his phone, and sent out a signal. Moments later, the SUV, having launched itself from the top of a neighbouring multi-story carpark, came crashing through the wall.
Ianto dragged Jack's dissolving corpse into the passenger seat and left him slumped on the dashboard. Euw. Those gasses weren't doing the upholstery any good either, he thought, driving a victory lap over the slippery remains of the enemy and then launching the car back out through the SUV-shaped hole.
Myfanwy caught the roof-rack neatly in her thick talons, just as they'd practised so many times. She screeched at the stink of the alien air, circling above the jammed traffic, looking for a bit of clear road. After a few wheeling turns (great view of the city!) she instinctively headed for Cardiff, the SUV slung beneath her like an elephant in the grip of a roc.
Jack said "WHUUUUHHHHHHHHH", copped another lungful of leftover alien gas, and fell on the dashboard again.
Ianto wound down the window. It was going to be a long trip.