Asbriong 5


Just Another Escapist


Launcher's voice echoed over the amplifier.

The box began to descend into what miners called the slingshot. The similarity in operation was not far off.

From the lowest seat, Hable glared upward at the two extra passengers. He wasn't the only one. The slighter, younger researcher mopped his forehead with a cloth, trying to lean toward his companion then remembering the harness that held his body.

"What?" The older man yelled over the noise of motion.

"I said I hate this part!" came the sharp reply. "It makes me sick!"

"If you throw up on us-" a fellow miner began.

"HOLD" Launcher announced. The box halted.

Hable closed his eyes. Eight "Straps!" filled his ears followed by two delayed, halfhearted shouts from the university men.

Hable tugged the klaxon in two short bursts.

"You dods ever been canyoning before?" He pressed his head back in the seat.

"Come again?" the young one asked. "What's-"


The box slammed them all back, light bursting through the windows as they were flung into the sky.

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For the record, I'm with the egg heads. Just writing this is making me queasy.

  • #2518 Posted 5 years ago
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Jim Stitzel

Jim Stitzel

I love this arc. So much good worldbuilding here. Personally, I think I'd enjoy the ride.

  • #2524 Posted 5 years ago
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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

My eardrums would probably burst. I can't wait to see the next installments!

  • #2533 Posted 5 years ago
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Inspired by (sequel to):

"Launcher we can't bring these dods on a drop."

"No choice, I'm ordered, now you are. They're resear…

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