A Web Serial by M.C.A. Hogarth
| 01. Meeting Spots. | 03. Spots is Dancing. |
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02. In Which Spots is Tired
Eighteen... nineteen... so tired...
Twenty...
Only ten more aliens. Where are they? Almost to the end of this warren and I haven't seen twenty-one through thir—"CLAWS! CLAWS, GET YOUR TAIL OVER HERE NOW!"
"On my way, what's wrong!"
"I've got ten aliens here clumped up and two of them are Kings HURRY!"
"****! Almost there, Spots, hang tight!"
*sound of gunfire and insect mandible noises*
*silence*
*slow drip of blood and ichor*
"****, Spots! Isn't almost dyin a good enough reason to cuss? What's it take?"
"Hush, Claws. You kiss your mother with that mouth."
"I don't get it. They never bunch up like—woah, Spots, what's wrong?"
"Really tired, that's all. I think that was the last of them."
"Lemme check. Hey, Control?"
"Control here."
"This is Team Kitty. What's our sector lookin like?"
"All teams report clear. You're good to come home."
"Thank God."
"Now, now, Spots... takin the name of the lord in vain?"
"That was a prayer, Claws, not an oath. Now put your shoulder under my arm, I need my bunk."
| 01. Meeting Spots. | 03. Spots is Dancing. |
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