A Web Serial by M.C.A. Hogarth
| 02. In Which Spots is Tired. | 04. Fang. |
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03. Spots is Dancing
Spots is Dancing
"All lights green. Seal checks. Check mine."
"All lights green. Seal checks. We're good to go. Control? You readin' me?"
"We hear you, Claws. You're cleared for your walk. Remember to check in every fifteen, we could use the map updates. Otherwise, enjoy."
"Thanks, Control. After you, Spots."
"Thanks. Hey, Claws? Thank you for getting the okay for this from Scythe."
"No problem, Spots. It's been a couple of weeks since you've been in armor. I reckoned you'd appreciate some gettin'-to-know-you time before one of our ***es is on the line."
"Just so. Ah, wow. It's such a beautiful planet, you know?"
"For somethin' with toxic soup for an atmosphere, sure."
"Come on, Claws. Just look at that sunset!"
"Guess it is kinda pretty. Let's head north, looks like last night's sandstorm blew holes in our latest map. How's the armor feel?"
"Good, Claws. Really good. Gosh, it's good to be back."
"We were beginnin' to wonder if they were gonna let you out of there, you know."
"Me too."
"Damned vampires."
"They're just doing their jobs, Claws. Not their fault the medical work-up took longer than expected. Don't hold it against them. Besides, I'm done with them!"
"So you are. Sit tight, I gotta check in. Hey, Control?"
"Control here."
"I got terrain data, ready for the pulse?"
"Standing by."
"All ri—"
"Claws, you there?"
"I... uh... "
"Claws! Do you read? Report!"
"Spots is... well, just... look at the cam.."
"What the hell is going—woah!"
"Ain't that the damned finest thing I ever seen. Whoooo-eee! Go, Spots, go!"
| 02. In Which Spots is Tired. | 04. Fang. |
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