technogalen (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} technogalen) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage,@ 2011-07-16 10:15:00 |
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Who: Galen, a few Vree, and OPEN
Where: Queens, not far from the World's Fair
When: Saturday night
What: Some old friends have come to town
Rating: PG for violence/TBD
Status: Open/Incomplete
That high pitched chittering language that always made him think of insects.
He was walking through a darker section of Queens not far from the railroad yards on his way back to his ship when he heard the Vree voices echoing down the alley he was passing. True, they had been visiting Earth since the 1940s, kidnapping the occasional test subject, but Galen had not expected them to be in New York. There were no reported sightings of flying saucers in the newspapers or on the television news programs. Nobody was talking about spindly aliens with big eyes and grey skin. Without breaking his stride, he turned to walk down the alley, passive scanning activated and shield at a low level.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," he called down the alley, then added an insult in Interlac in case they weren't sure who he was talking to. Still he was surprised when a plasma bolt rather than the usual Vree stunner fire came out of the dark and slammed into some trash cans next to him. Unlike a stunner, a PPG required some accuracy. It also left an ionized trail that pointed directly back to the shooter. Galen cast a plasma ball and was rewarded with a shriek when it connected. He used the discharge flash to take cover behind a dumpster and brought his staff up and took aim down the alley.
Not having a major power source to tap into was a handicap, but illusions didn't take much energy. Galen ducked further behind the dumpster and cast a quick image of himself darting across the alley. One of the Vree fired an accurate shot, but so did Galen. From the voices he had heard, that left at least two more.
He was walking through a darker section of Queens not far from the railroad yards on his way back to his ship when he heard the Vree voices echoing down the alley he was passing. True, they had been visiting Earth since the 1940s, kidnapping the occasional test subject, but Galen had not expected them to be in New York. There were no reported sightings of flying saucers in the newspapers or on the television news programs. Nobody was talking about spindly aliens with big eyes and grey skin. Without breaking his stride, he turned to walk down the alley, passive scanning activated and shield at a low level.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," he called down the alley, then added an insult in Interlac in case they weren't sure who he was talking to. Still he was surprised when a plasma bolt rather than the usual Vree stunner fire came out of the dark and slammed into some trash cans next to him. Unlike a stunner, a PPG required some accuracy. It also left an ionized trail that pointed directly back to the shooter. Galen cast a plasma ball and was rewarded with a shriek when it connected. He used the discharge flash to take cover behind a dumpster and brought his staff up and took aim down the alley.
Not having a major power source to tap into was a handicap, but illusions didn't take much energy. Galen ducked further behind the dumpster and cast a quick image of himself darting across the alley. One of the Vree fired an accurate shot, but so did Galen. From the voices he had heard, that left at least two more.