Games and not so much fun....

Chiana

But right now Inquirer's attention (and IRE), for her part, is more directed at the SOB who shot her in the back!! With glowing eyes (something she usually doesn't do but she's rather cranked right now) must be a Hell of a sight, because the ones who'd shot her are backing up now....

Heh, gotta say that these short hooded freaks are a jittery lot and . . .

. . .

Holy Frell! I just got a whiff of one of them when the winds just changed here! They smell like DREN! Oh, they might not have as bad of stink as that dumpster I'd whiffed back in New York (re: 41654) with my new draconian sense of smell, but still! . . .

I still am adjusting to some things like that and I gotta just say that I sometimes really envy Inquirer! Oh, her sense of smell (as well as taste!) is several times sharper than mine--even in full dragon form--but with with her and her kind it is different! She tells me that the reason that Avatar units (that body that she now wears) originally had those actually sense installed as a last ditch defense against gas warfare weaponry and poisoned food rations! If nothing else and all other detection equipment was lost, a Golem will still be able to detect such dren like that! But that all said and that aside, the thing here is that she can turn OFF those senses when she wants!!

. . .

That . . . or she can stand a LOT more punishment than . . .

Whatever!!

"Oh by all means stick around," Inquirer calls out to the fiercely wiggling (and screaming) short robed . . . smelly creature that I believe had shot her (if that weapon at it's feet is any indication).

Little guy is NOT going anywhere right now because he's floating magically a few feet off the ground, not able to make contact with anything (and move himself away from here to run off with his friends). Oh, she's not going to hurt the little guy (I don't think), but I do believe that she's going to have some fun with the bastard before sending him off, screaming...

Yeah, she's kinda cranked at the little guy ya know!! Kinda low, in a way but then again she did get shot in the FRELLIN' back, ya know!!

All the while that blue, silver and white "droid" (R2-D2 if I recognize the thing from both Inquirer's explanations of some of Crichton's more bizarre babblings back on Moya) is just staring at us. Either pointing his camera eye at Inquirer, at that floating robed guy, or at us and not sure WHAT to make of all of this...

"Inquirer, maybe you want to put our little friend down," the Doctor says calmly, trying to ease the still tensed up wife of his. "I'm sure that he didn't mean to . . ."

But whatever was going to be said and done is put on somethin' of a pause when Inquirer--sensing something wrong--suddenly does a "quick draw" of the Key and . . .

1. "Doctor, look at this!!" she curses, looking at the smoking mess it is now.

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