Today’s prompt was “Skreech”
I am enjoying writing like I never knew I would. It’s fun. I am also enjoying freehand brush pen, really fun.
“Mister Barrel, come in. Please respond, Mister Berrel?” The security stations digital assistant and ancillary casually broadcasted on the intercom. She, like everyone else at the station, had heard the loud screech just after Barrels combinations had gone dark. Knowing that something was gravely wrong, she materialized into her holographic projection to deliver her report to her comrades. Corporal Noey had been scanning the hilltop with his hyper-reality visor. He could just barely make out the black stumbling creature in the distance, clumsily taking flight from the tower. Lowering his visor, he pondered the fate of Barrel.
“Diana, how strong is the com-signal?” he said taking another look through his visor in hopes of seeing Barrel coming down the hill unharmed. Diana checked the signal strength, it was all green. “Sir, Mr. Barrel seemed to have fixed the tower, despite it still looking rather shabby.” She said flicking her hair to accent her last remark. Noey made what passed as a sigh for roller constructs, and turned around sharply. “Specialist, send out a long-range com to home-point. Let them know we have a cryptid out here. Goedy, Tom and I will go see if we can find out if Barrel’s still with us.”
Goedy and Tom were both on standby, polishing equipment, and armaments as they waited for orders. Not even needing specific instructions they rolled over to their equipment stations and began to prepare. Diana closed her eyes for a split second to prepare her message and the opened them sharply with a flutter.
“Message sent sir, shall I accompany you?”
“No.” Noey began. “See if you can find a defenses turret out there that are covering this area and have it support us. Scan the skies just in case this thing comes back.”
Diana replied with a nod and began her search. As Goedy and Tom formed up on the corporal they began to exit the station with due-haste. Moving up the hill with a top speed of 80 kilometers per hour the trio made it to the hilltop in no time. Berral’s hover trike and data pad had been ditched, and, were the com-towers operation station was, layed jagged shards of glass and concrete throne. feathers and a bit of orange, jelly-like blood accented the seen. It looked as it had spurted out of the creature in a high presser jet. Another thing Noey took note of was the smell. He had been around organics before. It’s hard to forget the funk of some of them.
“Corporal, look up. By the ruins.” Goedy said pointing with his shoulder weapon. It was a splash cannon; A long barreled explosive weapon designed to take out larger foes or tightly clustered swarms of smaller ones. It would come in handy against the later this day. Sighted in, his data feed streamed information on Barrel as he appeared, arms raised and eyes widened from the rubble. The trio lowered their weapons with a snap and went to assist the reeling Glassoid. Shaking as Tom went to inspect him with the medical interments he had, Barrel began to tell about his ordeal.
The bird had tried to scoop him up, but clumsily it gashed itself on the glass and knocked its head on the structure’s interior before giving up and retreating. Noey listened to his story as he awaited Diana’s update on the bird’s location. Barrel had transformed into his secondary form, a wheel, and skirted off to the other side of the station, avoiding the beak and talons of the bird. If he had not had the gifts of the Glassoids in the one instance he would have more than likely been lost.
“He is only shaken, seems fit to move.” Tom said as he finished his examination. Goedy scanned the surrounding shrub and bush, hoping to get a lock on the creature. “Corporal, I don’t see the thing, but man did it leave a stink. I’m glad we can shut our noses off.” He said, sighting in on some slight movement in the brush. Glassoid creatures, large mouse-like organisms know as skippers were observing them. They had a nasty habit of using the long horns on their heads as conduits to fire shafts of light at whatever startled them. Goedy lowered his splash cannon and began to scan again.
Helping Barrel to his trike, the group prepared to leave. As Diana delivered an urgent message. Noey listened intently as they ascended down the hill.
“Corporal Noey, you and your team have been given a kill order on the cryptid in this area. Reinforcements are incoming. Hold at the station until arrival. Over.” Diana relayed.
As they made their way down the hill, the bird watched from far away. Soring with the sun to its back it leaked the last droplets of orange blood from his wound on its neck. It had been healing rapidly, leaving a smoky pus behind. It would need to feed on something to recover fully. The energy inside the core of a Glassoid would do nicely. With its vision expanding farther than a normal avian, the bird observed the moving group of reinforcements heading up to the station. It would take them some time to get there, long enough for it to strike. It let out its ghastly screech again and began to swoop.