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backpacks for them. Each pack contained a supply of water, rations,
matches, and other provisions.
“You shouldn’t
need them,” he said, “but there will be many strange creatures in the jungle.
It is always better to be alive than dead.”
“I’m not sure
that’s the exact expression…” said Darcy.
They began to
trek through the jungle. The air was hot and moist, but they didn’t get too
tired. Maybe the gravity was weaker there, because Martin felt an extra spring
in his step.
They eventually
came to a wide clearing. The canopy was almost non-existent here, and the sunlight
shone straight upon them. Slater pointed out beyond the jungle towards a
mountain. It was covered in some sort of dense yellow fog. At the foot of a
mountain was a great crumbling structure that looked almost like an Aztec
temple.
“That is where
we are heading,” said Slater. “We should be there in less than an hour.”
They sat down
to rest for a moment before continuing. Slater walked in front, cutting through
the vines and hanging branches with a laser knife.
Suddenly,
something shot out from the trees.
CHAPTER 6: THE UNDYING MAN
With a lightning-fast reflex,
Slater caught it. It was an arrow. If he hadn’t caught it, it would certainly
have pierced his heart.
“Good catch,”
said Martin, his own heart racing.
Mr Slater
smiled. “I was wondering when this would happen.”
“What?” said
Darcy.
“When the Axis
colonists first arrived they reported a local race of savages called the
Hag-Mundi. Harmless enough, mostly, but were considered to be quite
mischievous.”
“They almost
killed you!” said Darcy. “That’s more than mischief.”
Michael Slater
smiled. “It’s perfectly understandable. We are in their territory. They are
simply guarding their patch, so to speak.”
“They’re still
dangerous,” said Martin. “If one of them shot an arrow at me I don’t think I’d
be able to catch it.”
“Don’t worry.”
Mr Slater turned in the direction from which the arrow had been fired. “Now
listen here!” he shouted. “We come with great magic, and great power! If you
try to kill us again we will summon a great evil upon your tribe! Let that be a
warning to you.”
Slater pulled a
small silver ball from his pocket and threw it into the trees. A second later,
there was a massive bang, and lots of smoke.
“You didn’t
kill them?” said Darcy.
Slater shook
his head. “Of course not. That was a Sound Grenade. It is not in any way
damaging—just extremely loud. It should prevent any further trouble from the
savages.”
Sure enough, no
more arrows were fired at them as they made their way towards the crumbling
structure.
“The Axis Lords
called this place the Ziggurat,” said Slater. “It’s a temple. It was built many
years ago by the primitive inhabitants of this planet. It is where the Axis
Lords installed their communication technology. You will notice that it is
quite an advanced design. My people could never work out how a race as backward
as the Hag-Mundi could have possibly had the imagination to build it. The shape
almost seems specifically designed for transmitting information.”
They approached
the Ziggurat. There was no tree cover there, and the hot sun beat down upon
them. Slater led them around to the front of the structure. The entrance was
sealed by a wide stone door.
“It is sealed
with an Axis lock,” he explained. “Only Axis Lords can open it up. That’s why
the Ziggurat is not swarming with savages.”
Michael Slater
touched the stone door and it slid open, roughly—it hadn’t been opened for a
very long time.
They stepped
inside the Ziggurat. It was cool and dark; Martin immediately opened up his
pack and drank some of his water. He hadn’t been able to relax out in the
jungle; he had been half-expecting them to be attacked by a wild animal.
“So why are we
here?” said Darcy, looking around.
The interior
had a sort of disintegrating grandeur. Seven
matches, and other provisions.
“You shouldn’t
need them,” he said, “but there will be many strange creatures in the jungle.
It is always better to be alive than dead.”
“I’m not sure
that’s the exact expression…” said Darcy.
They began to
trek through the jungle. The air was hot and moist, but they didn’t get too
tired. Maybe the gravity was weaker there, because Martin felt an extra spring
in his step.
They eventually
came to a wide clearing. The canopy was almost non-existent here, and the sunlight
shone straight upon them. Slater pointed out beyond the jungle towards a
mountain. It was covered in some sort of dense yellow fog. At the foot of a
mountain was a great crumbling structure that looked almost like an Aztec
temple.
“That is where
we are heading,” said Slater. “We should be there in less than an hour.”
They sat down
to rest for a moment before continuing. Slater walked in front, cutting through
the vines and hanging branches with a laser knife.
Suddenly,
something shot out from the trees.
CHAPTER 6: THE UNDYING MAN
With a lightning-fast reflex,
Slater caught it. It was an arrow. If he hadn’t caught it, it would certainly
have pierced his heart.
“Good catch,”
said Martin, his own heart racing.
Mr Slater
smiled. “I was wondering when this would happen.”
“What?” said
Darcy.
“When the Axis
colonists first arrived they reported a local race of savages called the
Hag-Mundi. Harmless enough, mostly, but were considered to be quite
mischievous.”
“They almost
killed you!” said Darcy. “That’s more than mischief.”
Michael Slater
smiled. “It’s perfectly understandable. We are in their territory. They are
simply guarding their patch, so to speak.”
“They’re still
dangerous,” said Martin. “If one of them shot an arrow at me I don’t think I’d
be able to catch it.”
“Don’t worry.”
Mr Slater turned in the direction from which the arrow had been fired. “Now
listen here!” he shouted. “We come with great magic, and great power! If you
try to kill us again we will summon a great evil upon your tribe! Let that be a
warning to you.”
Slater pulled a
small silver ball from his pocket and threw it into the trees. A second later,
there was a massive bang, and lots of smoke.
“You didn’t
kill them?” said Darcy.
Slater shook
his head. “Of course not. That was a Sound Grenade. It is not in any way
damaging—just extremely loud. It should prevent any further trouble from the
savages.”
Sure enough, no
more arrows were fired at them as they made their way towards the crumbling
structure.
“The Axis Lords
called this place the Ziggurat,” said Slater. “It’s a temple. It was built many
years ago by the primitive inhabitants of this planet. It is where the Axis
Lords installed their communication technology. You will notice that it is
quite an advanced design. My people could never work out how a race as backward
as the Hag-Mundi could have possibly had the imagination to build it. The shape
almost seems specifically designed for transmitting information.”
They approached
the Ziggurat. There was no tree cover there, and the hot sun beat down upon
them. Slater led them around to the front of the structure. The entrance was
sealed by a wide stone door.
“It is sealed
with an Axis lock,” he explained. “Only Axis Lords can open it up. That’s why
the Ziggurat is not swarming with savages.”
Michael Slater
touched the stone door and it slid open, roughly—it hadn’t been opened for a
very long time.
They stepped
inside the Ziggurat. It was cool and dark; Martin immediately opened up his
pack and drank some of his water. He hadn’t been able to relax out in the
jungle; he had been half-expecting them to be attacked by a wild animal.
“So why are we
here?” said Darcy, looking around.
The interior
had a sort of disintegrating grandeur. Seven
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