Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Luckiest man on Entler, part 5

The Tremoyen are a race that thrives in the unfavorable climate on Entler; they're a large, but diverse, tribal race that tunnels into mountainsides and takes refuge in cave systems. The tribes themselves number in the dozens on averaqge, and are seperated out the entire planet of Entler. Of the few things that are known about them, one thing is for sure:

They don't like strangers.

When exposed to an alien environment, it's not uncommon for a human to panic; they are very stressful creatures, and they tend to react poorly to new and dangerous situations. If ever there was a man panicking in a strange environment, it was Jeremy (something). He was beginning to think he was losing his mind, but it was rather hard to tell. It all SEEMED to be happening, at least.

“You see, the colonists wish to use this planet as a residential planet, but we all know how wasteful and harsh to the environmeny they are...” Even as Rylch'k (or Eustice, he wasn't sure how to address her) was telling him all this, he couldn't help but run a thought over in his head, and this thought blocked out all others: “Where the hell am I?”

But that would have to wait, there was a much more pressing matter at hand: the fact that he could barely walk, on account of his broken leg. "Excuse me, but my leg is really in need of some goddamn attention." She looked him over, and her eyes locked onto his right leg for a few moments. "Ah yes," she said at last, "I'll have to have a look at th-" and that is when Jeremy stopped listening, for he had passed out.

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