We cut back to the camp fire setting in the jungle. Zero and 18 continue watching like eagles at Yung Star and It Star. The fire is lighting well with lots of flames and crackles. Yung Star begins shaking as the temperature drops. Some grapes and fruits are beside the fire for Yung Star and It Star to temporarily live off. It Star is happily eating the fruits, but Yung-Star is not so happy. He is suspicious of the fruits he holds, sniffing them carefully.
It-Star:
Eat up, my uncle. This is all the nourishment we are going to get.
Yung-Star eats it. He then spits out what he eats.
Yung-Star:
Yuck! Pah! Foul. Bland, dry mush. You expect me to eat this rubbish?
It-Star:
Unless you'd rather starve out here. I at least will last out here far longer than you will. I can hunt for these foods, keep warm, provide shelter, and lay traps for other animals to eat. Whereas your survival stands as good as a chance as finding a needle in a haystack. You would be left for dead, hunted for by prey, starve to death, and left to shiver in the cold if it weren't for my help.
Yung-Star:
Brrrrr! I'm cold. Hungry. And I'm fed up with this god-forsaken place. I want mummy.
It-Star:
Patience, my uncle. Grandmother will come to fetch us. I am finding this whole experience quite exhilarating.
BRRRPPP!!! Yung-Star farted.
Yung-Star:
Must be me trying to digest the food.
It-Star begins choking from the fumes before he passes out by falling backwards, overpowered by the smell of the gas cloud. Zero and 18 are prepared to strike.
Sergeant Major Zero:
Right then, lad. The pair appear to be settling down for the night. Hudson still has a way to come yet. So we are going to have to keep these two in safe hands until he arrives.
Zeroid 18:
Oui, patron. The sooner we all get out of this place, the better.
Sergeant Major Zero:
I quite agree. Now, I suggest we make an attack from the two sides of cover from each side of the passageway. Then we will block their exits out entirely. You go that way lad, and I will head this way.
Zeroid 18:
When will we make our move to capture the two Martian andoirds?
Sergeant Major Zero:
When I give the word, lad. If there's any trouble between them, you have full authority to gun them down. Spread yourself out, Dix-Huit.
The two Zeroids scatter. Whilst they do not know what It-Star is planning, It-Star reveals his plan to Yung-Star. It-Star holds a rock that has a deep hole in the middle he can cover up with grass and leaves.
Yung-Star:
Now what are you doing?
It-Star:
A smoking device, my uncle. With enough fire inside this, combined from the stink from your revolting bottom jokes, I will create an explosive device that we will perhaps need to defend ourselves with.
Yung-Star:
Defend ourselves? Like from who? The accursed Terrahawks?
It-Star:
The predators who will be ready to tear you apart, perhaps.
Zero rolls in to open his weapon and point it at Yung-Star behind him.
Sergeant Major Zero:
That's it! Stop right there you two!
By the time they realise what's happened, Zeroid 18 rolls in and covers them.
We've got you surrounded. Try anything, and we will blow you to kingdom come!
It-Star:
Like I was saying, my uncle. As they say, talk of the devils.
Yung-Star:
The accursed Terrahawks? How did they get here? We've been followed.
Sergeant Major Zero:
Silence, you horrible lot. Keep your mouths closed at all times. Speak when you're spoken to. Now, Dix-Huit and I are watching you're every move. So don't try it. You two are going to sit there nice and quiet until you are taken back for interrogation.
Yung-Star:
Oh no. This couldn't get any worse!
It-Star:
On the contrary, my uncle, things couldn't be going better.
He secretly holds the explosive device with him, out of sight from what the Zeroids can see...
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Terrahawks: The Terrahawks
FanficIn 2020, a Martian menace threatens the Earth. Evil androids who from Guk, a distant planet in Alpha Centauri, were once the servants of a civilisation similar to that of man. But they disposed of their humanoid masters, and swore vengeance on all h...
