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Jul. 20th, 2005 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seymoureVadid Shastan was hurrying Maria into a saucer, but spoke not a word. On one side of her was a vampire and on the other was something that she could only call a were-bear. It was near a bear, but not as big, and looked constantly in the most vicious mood.
When they were in the saucer she was taken by how small everything was, and knew that this was not built for human use.
The hatch closed and the thing was in the air almost immediately. There was no “warming up” involved. The panel that Shastan stood before seemed the source of control. He moved his hands
this way or that and the saucer mimicked the movement.
“They found a way to destroy my vampires, they found a way to turn my were-beasts back to their human form,” He snarled, “But, now we will take control of the battle by taking it back to them.”
Thunderbase!
She looked out the curving transparent panel before her and saw no less than a hundred of the saucers and robots all flying at their flanks. They were all traveling at speeds that made her head swim.
“How can you go on, you’re beaten!” She said, knowing she didn’t sound as confident as that statement needed her to sound.
“They are out, all over the world. They are in jubilant festivity over their achievement. They have left the door open and we will enter the house and then wait for them. They will fall as the small groups return from all over the world.”
She knew what he was saying. As the teams returned, the last thing they would expect was to follow a massive battle with an ambush. And, in small squads they would fall quickly before his
massed minions.
The attack was minimal. There were almost no defenses, since the powerful occupants were the preferred shields for the base.
“The traitors in your midst have disabled what few chances the rest had to defend themselves. All communication is also out,” Shastan bragged.
What few individuals were there were done away with in a flash. The robots were transmitting jamming signals, so there was no chance of some undiscovered distress signal being sent.
As the few who tried to put up a fight to protect their home were mowed down, the outcome was foregone.
“And don’t worry about the traitors,” Shastan grinned evilly, “They have fallen as they tried to greet us. I never could stand a quisling.”
The whole thing was over in minutes. The few who tried to escape were picked off before they got a hundred feet into the air or jungle.
Once the fate of the base was sure, the newest trap began to forment.
The robots were secreted in the jungle around the base.
The saucers took up positions in the nearby mountains.
Shantans’ saucer sat in the main hanger of the base.
Maria was taken from the saucer and led into the main room of the central hanger. Without ceremony she was taken to a pillar and lashed to it.
“If they have some sort of self-destruct device we will escape. The only one they will kill will be you,” The victorious Immorti told her.
Then he went back into the saucer, like a spider lurking in his web.
With the monster and his beasts in the saucer and no one else alive, Maria stood in silence.
The moments weighed on her with the pounding of her own heart her only companion.
“Don’t come back,” She thought to her dear ones, “Don’t come back.”
© 2005 by C. Wayne Owens
