Sunday Scribbling: Weird
String of ten December 3: RUT CITY-BECKON-MARIONETTE-THIN WALLED-IRIDESCENT-CRYPTIC-CRACKLE-DARLING-HINDU-WARREN
Rand mashed buttons furiously on the thin-walled iridescent communicator.Â Somebody needed to extricate him and send in a clean up crew NOW, dammit!Â If they didnâ€™t get here in the next few minutes they were gonna need the clean up crew for him!Â He felt the familiar uncomfortable limb-jerking marionette feeling that told him someone had found the right code and frequency and finally pushed the correct sequence to get him out of this God forsaken rut of a city.Â If he never came back here again he would be fine, thanks.Â His limbs started to jerk and he watched his own fingers disappear and then fade back in as he was plopped down in the middle of who knew what planet. He heard a crackle coming from the chip embedded in his ear lobe.
He looked around, hoping the crackle wouldnâ€™t turn into a full blown diatribe before he got his bearings.Â Emergency extrication was not an exact science.Â Last time Rand found himself in a warren of alleys that led nowhere and everywhere you donâ€™t want to go.Â Mutants huddled in corners beckon with their thoughts, wraiths with their pale skin and green eyes glowing in the dark.Â The only thing that kept him from succumbing to their siren song stretching tendrils into his brain was Darling on the other end of the communicator singing ballads to him.Â Rand had no idea how Darling got her name, but heâ€™d been more than a little in love with her ever since that day.Â As long as he worked for The Asylum, he wanted her on the other end of this tenuous connection.
â€œRand? Where the hell are you?â€Â Rand looked around.Â He had come maybe two blocks and there seemed to be no one around. Come to think of it, that was strange in itself.Â It was some sort of city.Â The hindu-temple like buildings towered hundreds of feet over him and looking up, he could see they had sky rails.Â Now what.Â After the mess on Thelos, he needed to get the artifact back to the office.Â â€œI have no idea Darling.â€
â€œWell visuals on and Iâ€™ll see what I can dig up.â€
Rand described the buildings to her.Â â€œNo life forms yet. Oops, wait!â€ Rand squeezed into the shadows as two very large, very blue, somethings passed by.Â There was communication but mostly a series of grunts and squeaks.Â Nothing he could process or that his translator recognized.Â He flipped his eye piece down and tracked them and a little of the skyline and clicked to send vid to Darling.Â “Okay, I have you.Â Youâ€™re in the capital city on Lumor and they do not take kindly to unregistered visitors from off planet.Â Give me a few secs and Iâ€™ll have data and bring you in.”
Rand was more than ready to be back.Â Thelos was supposed to be drop in, meet up, and bring a package out.Â Unfortunately someone must have been eavesdropping on trans because when he arrived, not only was that slimy Arthen there with his nasty dreads and sulphurous body odor, but in burst members of a rival faction and he had to leave the extraction area on foot.Â Arthen was shooting his way out and screaming at Rand for payment as Rand ducked out the back and yelled at Darling to get him out of there.
Now he was on a planet with nothing but unfriendly giant smurfs and an artifact that was wanted throughout this part of the galaxy.Â The universe was getting entirely too small for Rand.Â His face was known on at least a dozen planets and he was banned from a few.Â He didnâ€™t want to add another one to the list.Â He fondled the chip in his pocket.Â This would bring a pretty price and he was more than ready for a sumptuous dinner and time to kick back with all that the credits from this sale would bring him.Â First he had to get home alive. “Darling, my love!Â Come get me!”
“Oh man, now I’m in for it!”Â The two blue giants must have heard something because they were rounding the corner with a device in their hands that did NOT look friendly.Â One of them fired just as Rand felt himself fading.Â Seconds later he was staring up into Darling’s green eyes.
“Rand, you look like hell.”
“Love you too, Darling.”