Post# 3941


    SB002: You Aint Never Had A Friend Like Me!

    
When Last We Left:

    The creature slowly turned its head to glare at the advisor.  
"Your life depends on it."  The creature rose from its seat, and left the 
observation room.

    With elegantly shaped digits, the silver maned female shut off 
the hologram showing the observation room and turned to look up at the 
larger hologram dominating the bridge of her ship.  Bridge personnel 
shifted nervously and tried to look busy.  She paused for a dramatic 
moment then asked lowly, "You understand my concern?  Why I thought to 
bring this matter to your attention, my Lord?"
    "I understand," replied the male in the large hologram.  He sat 
in a darkened room, the pale edges of his features barely visiable.  He 
sighed in an annoyed manner and thoughtfully placed the tips of his 
fingers together.  "The fool," he said with a low rumbling growl, "The 
interloper.  He thinks to mess with the status quo?  I think not."
    The female's large ocean blue-green eyes glittered in predatory 
anticipation.  "What would you have me do, my Patriarch?"
    "I would have you be an extension of my steel grip, as always, my 
beautifully lethal Sa.  But this is a delicate matter.  It would not look 
good for us to be directly involved.  Have we any operatives on Earth at 
the moment?"
    Sa thought for a quick moment, then nodded, "Yes, there is one."
    "Make certain that my wishes are perfectly understood.  The safety 
of the Dinosorceror must be ensured.  He must not be allowed to stray 
from his destiny."
    Sa bowed, a smile showing her elegant fangs, "As you command,      
my Patriarch."

    "Getting hungry," Dinosorceror decided.  He thought that there 
had to be some cans of ravioli or beeferoni left somewhere in what 
remained of the kitchen side of the house after the explosion of the 
spacecraft.  He left the Fortress of Solitude and used the Lens to bring 
himself back up to relatively normal size, then ventured into the house.
    The old lady tending her yard a few houses down watched him go in 
then commented to her husband, "I dont know, Henry.  He used to be such a 
nice quiet boy."
    "You remember that when the FBI comes around, Martha."
    Dinosorceror spent some time throwing things around in the 
kitchen, looking for something edible.  The only thing he could find was 
a can of Spam with the key missing.  He rumbled in annoyance and was 
considering going to look for a hack saw when another unlikely event 
burst unannounced into his life.
    He was startled by a blindingly bright light.  He looked to find 
a temporal disturbance splitting open the front of the refridgerator.
    "Now there's something you dont see everyday," he mused.
    Bitter cold blasted in from the opening and thick coils of ice 
fog rolled into the kitchen.  Frost formed almost instantly on counters 
and walls.  A sinister figure stepped into the room, her right sickle claw 
clicking against the tile floor.
    The portal closed behind the darkly colored raptor, and the 
furnace kicked on to take care of the ice build-up.  The raptor chhhrrred 
lowly and darkly, gazing at Dino with a cool light in her glossy black 
eyes.  She held a large gun which appeared to be a home-made hybred of 
several standard laser rifles, the big cool guns from _Aliens_ and a 
bayonette.  It hummed almost silently in readiness.
    "Greetings Dinosorceror," she said formally, but clicked her 
teeth once in vague amusement as she looked him over critically.  "I am 
X.  I've been sent by a friend to make sure you dont find your hide 
hanging on someone's trophy wall.  Now, do you have any peanut butter 
M&Ms?  I didnt get the chance to have breakfast."



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                Jenn         _7/   Joy and Raptors!
                 
                   fsjle@aurora.alaska.edu  

           "All that I have been, I carry with me. . ."
                  
                           - Daniel Krayan, quoting the    
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