In The SewersWith a steady eye and a steadier hand on the trigger of his Shock Blaster he stepped into the trickle of water that marked the beginning of the sewer. The stench somehow got worse. He breathed it in without hesitation, and with his nostrils desensitised carried on inside. The squelch of his boots in the water was all he could hear. His ears quivered in anticipation.In The Sewers by ATTynesider
“Ratchet,” the robot strapped to his back said. His ears shook again.
“Not now, Clank.”
“I was only going to ask if you have enough ammunition. I don't think we'll find a Gadgetron vendor in this network.”
“I'm good,” he snapped.
“If I recall correctly we encountered a minimum of one hundred Amoeboids, not including their offspring once struck or the King Amoeboids. At an estimate I predict we need in excess of one thousand rounds in order to cleanse the network...”
Ratchet cut him off with a grunt.
“We'll be fine.”
He made his way deeper into the netwo
Thin Ice“Oh, you are kidding me!”Thin Ice by ATTynesider
Elora slapped the railing in fury, sending a jolt of pain through her hand that went unnoticed. She was in enough pain already watching the Crystal Glacier players hug one another as the Colossos goaltender sullenly dragged the puck out of the net.
At her side Spyro watched her bemused. Elora was always calm, collected and patient, as she should be for a faun of her stature, but not when it came to ice hockey. If she wasn't on the ice herself, crushing the opposition against the boards, then she was in the stand screaming until her hair stood on end. Deep down he wondered if this was some kind of medically-prescribed therapy for her, but he didn't dare ask, not now that she had the referee in her sights.
“Referee, are you watching this damn game?” she roared as he skated by. He paid her no heed. “He tripped him! How did you not see that? You're spoiling the game, man, open your eyes!”
She grabbed her eyelids and stretched th
The Madcat“Come on, it's just a little further,” Elora coaxed, but while her tone may have worked with their parents it sure as hell didn't work with the gang of children around her feet.The Madcat by ATTynesider
“I'm tired, carry me!” a five year-old Gemcutter whined.
“I want more candy!” a young seahorse protested.
“Four eyes!” a kid Geargrinder jeered at an equally young Electroll for the umpteenth time, only this time he burst into tears. Elora bit her tongue to hold back her fury as she picked him up.
“Behave!” she ordered, “Or I'll tell your parents to take your...Barry, get back over here!”
The skeleton lurking by the lake's edge turned around, revealing its Colosi face, and it ambled back over to her side. Elora faced forward to continue leading the party, but was quickly forced to turn back as she noticed the gang of Sunny Beach turtles making a break for it. As she penned them back into the herd like unruly cowleks she wondered to herself
Night PatrolTick! Tick! Brrrrrrrrrr!Night Patrol by ATTynesider
Elora's book fell from her hands as the alarm trilled the hour. It slammed shut on the floor, losing the page she was up to, but the frustration she should have felt was overpowered by another. With a groan she sauntered over to the alarm and silenced it, then looked hopefully to the hands. Her wish was denied. 9 o'clock; time to go on patrol.
She grabbed her cloak, took up her lantern, and with a sullen march made her way down the steps and to the front door. Through the glass she could see the ever-thickening gloom, and with a groan of discontent she lit the lantern. Summer Forest wasn't exactly threatening in the dark, but wandering in the shadows of the many trees, the hazy moonlight above burning the edges of the leaves as they rustled in the sharp, irregular breeze, it was...disturbing, but this was a job that had to be done. If any of the critters were stranded outside their homeworlds when the portals went off, left alone in the cold and dark, th