I drove Gorad out onto
the plain near the city so he could be picked up by the rest of his crew, and
of course the rest of my crew tagged along in two other buggies.
“You can stop here
Drew, this’ll do fine.”
I stopped the buggy
and climbed out with Gorad, expecting a long walk to allow room for his Star ship
to land to pick him up and was surprised when Gorad stopped about 15 metres
forward of my buggy’s nose. I looked up into the sky but found that Gorad’s
ship was no longer hovering above us so I glanced over at Gorad,
“It would appear that
your mates have pissed off without you.”
“Watch this.”
He raised his arm and
tapped a couple of buttons on his watch then raised his arm into the air with
his fist clenched as a loud and strident whistle issued forth from his helmet
and filled the air around us. As loud as that whistle had been I would not have
believed that it was loud enough to travel to the horizon and beyond, yet
within a second or two his Star-ship popped up from over said horizon and
blazed through the skies towards us at an altitude of roughly three hundred metres
above the Martian landscape. It slowed only slightly as it passed over us before
blasting into the Martian skies with incredible acceleration until, with a
brilliant flash of red phosphorescence and a “PHUT” sound, it left Mars Atmos
and disappeared amongst the stars. I tore my eyes away from the sky and looked
around at Gorad to make a smart-arse comment about his dopey mates forgetting
to stop and pick him up but the words jammed in my throat in surprise, (which
was fortunate because my crew would have wondered why the Hell I was talking to
myself).
Gorad was gone!
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