Sunday Scribblings: Mentor
After a three hour nap I am feeling a bit more human. Either allergies or the East Texas crud has moved in and knocked me down. Not my best but it has the scene elements that we were instructed to include: Goal, Conflict, Disaster, Emotion, Thought, Decision, and Action.
sorry I AM foggy – the scene elements were referring to a class I’m taking, not our Sunday Scribblings prompt 🙂
Sheila wanted a few days Earthside. She needed a little retail therapy. Jumping through wormholes was hell on split ends so a hair appointment was in order too. Her boss and mentor Jonesy had other plans. He griped about too many contracts, not enough results so a few warps later and she was hiding her transport in a dank cave next to the dunes of planet 287. Dry and hot and no redeeming features except for the orange stones that littered the sands. She had nearly filled her cargo hold with stones and had gone back to the sand for one more load. That was the last thing she remembered.
Now it was barely dawn and she was hanging upside down on the wrong side of a hostile planet. If she had made it out the door three minutes sooner, Jonesy wouldn’t have had the chance to talk her into this crazy assignment and she would be sitting in a stylist chair right now getting highlights instead of hanging here waiting to become a snack. This was not going to help her split ends. Sheila twisted and swung and would have yelled if she thought it would have helped.
She had three options as far as she could tell. She could wait for the Sand Jammer to come back and try to fight her way out when he took her down for meal time. She could try to work a hand loose and get her communicator out and hope Jonesy was listening to the com unit, or she could get herself down from here and find her way out to the dunes where her transport was hidden.
She figured she had the best chance with option three so she started to squeeze first one hand and then the other loose from the ties. Lucky Sand Jammers weren’t very bright. She got one hand loose and used it to hold on while she worked the other one out. The legs were easy once the hands were loose. The com unit was still in her pocket and she started easing around the corner as she pressed the button, hoping Jonesy wouldn’t shout.
“Jonesy, Sand Jammers! I could use some help!” She whispered into the com, hoping he could hear.
“Do you need transport?”
“I might. Can you get a fix on my com? I’m going to try to get back to my transport and cargo.”
“On it, Sheila. Be careful. Jammers are dumb as mud but mean. You probably smell like steak and eggs to em!”
Sheila stared at the com thinking about how she would like to split Jonesy’s ends if she made it back in one piece. She glanced around her looking for a possible weapon and saw her boots, hat, and collection bag over by the wall where the Jammers had left them. She grabbed them up and found her stunner in the pocket of the bag. Good timing too. She smelled him before she saw him, pressed herself up against the wall. He lumbered through the arch and the moment he saw her, she hit him with the stunner and down he went. She had to climb over him to get out and the stench made her want to gag. Once over she ran and kept going. It wasn’t completely dark and she followed the light that got brighter the closer she got to the entrance.
“Jonesy, I’m out. Send me coordinates on my transport.”
Her screen started blinking and she threw her bag over her shoulder and ran.