5. 10 Wicked Walkers Wandering Wildly - by Dean Maia of Este
10 Wicked Walkers Wandering Wildly
The four smaller walkers spread out behind the Man who had the look of a Commander. They carefully scanned the horizon. Just behind them, the one with the leaf-like ears and the short hairy one followed keeping watch over the leader. To the rear, the one with the beard led the four-footed one and another Man walked beside him, watching.
Suddenly the youngest of the four snapped to attention and pointed. The fattish one and the oldest one ran forward, looked, and signaled. While the fourth kept watch, the Commander came to the location of the body they found. He waved to the other the rest of the group forward and signaled to the second Man. He came, examined the body, and looked up.
"He's Fred, Jim."
"How bad is he Bones?" Captain Kirk asked.
"Mostly dehydrated, but I'll know better after I put some fluid in him. Let me treat him before you try to talk to him."
Dr. McCoy looked at the bearded figure with the antenna-like ears "Nurse KaGanER, bring the medi-walker."
The nurse led the machine that walked like a pony to the Doctor. Captain Kirk had already turned to the rest of the landing party.
"Yes, Captain." The leaf-eared one replied.
"Since Lieutenant Commander Fred is here the rest of the observation team should be near. Prepare the security team to lead a grid search. I'll call down more offices and concentrate the sensors in this area."
Mr. Prakk, hail Mr. Scott."
The pig-faced communications officer opened the frequencies as Kirk moved closer to McCoy, who answered the question he knew was coming.
The drip is working Jim. You can talk to him in a few minutes."
"Good. Then maybe he can tell us the source of the strange radiation this planet gives off."
A bit away from the landing party, from beneath the bush that was their hiding place to watch all that had happened, Elladan turned to Elrohir and hissed, "What mischief made of Sauron is this?"
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