Raditzthehairball
Blue Jacket
- Sep 5, 2015
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One hunter climbed into the driver seat, leaving the rest sitting at the back, guarding their catch. The car started. The aliens begun chatting and making strange laughing sounds as the jeep began heading farther and father away from the area.
The trip seemed to take forever and by the time the vehicle stopped moving, it was twilight.They had arrived somewhere with a lot of different, some even weirder looking, aliens. It looked like the ruins of a city. However, the aliens seemed to have made it into a place to live. There were spaceships, tents and trailers around. The abandoned houses were also recycled into what looked like shops and bar.
The hunters got out, then put a meal bar in between his tied up limbs to carry him like an animal. They took him to a broken down building, now redecorated with a wooden sign written in some kind of space language. A fat alien with a fish like feature came out to greet them.
"You say you found a 'hooman'?" Despite her language being different from Maren's, she seemed eager and excited. "Is this it?"
"Yes. Found it wandering the Dead-Seafloor." The leader replied.
"Aw, it doesn't look that remarkable. I expected something better." The alien woman chuckled.
"Same here. They said humans are intelligent creatures. But this one's not even hard to catch really, it was basically sitting around waiting for us. It did try to put up a fight, with a rock-stick." The hunters laughed.
They chatted for awhile then the lady paid the hunters a large amount of money. They took him inside and threw him into a large, dirty room before leaving. The room was dark, and also full of aliens. Only they all looked beaten up and tied up like him. Some humanoid aliens seemed to be crying.
The trip seemed to take forever and by the time the vehicle stopped moving, it was twilight.They had arrived somewhere with a lot of different, some even weirder looking, aliens. It looked like the ruins of a city. However, the aliens seemed to have made it into a place to live. There were spaceships, tents and trailers around. The abandoned houses were also recycled into what looked like shops and bar.
The hunters got out, then put a meal bar in between his tied up limbs to carry him like an animal. They took him to a broken down building, now redecorated with a wooden sign written in some kind of space language. A fat alien with a fish like feature came out to greet them.
"You say you found a 'hooman'?" Despite her language being different from Maren's, she seemed eager and excited. "Is this it?"
"Yes. Found it wandering the Dead-Seafloor." The leader replied.
"Aw, it doesn't look that remarkable. I expected something better." The alien woman chuckled.
"Same here. They said humans are intelligent creatures. But this one's not even hard to catch really, it was basically sitting around waiting for us. It did try to put up a fight, with a rock-stick." The hunters laughed.
They chatted for awhile then the lady paid the hunters a large amount of money. They took him inside and threw him into a large, dirty room before leaving. The room was dark, and also full of aliens. Only they all looked beaten up and tied up like him. Some humanoid aliens seemed to be crying.