Episode 501: Running
Both men turned and run, Donnaught gripping their precious fuel tightly, knowing it was their only way of getting out of here, Fannia stunning any natives he saw, knowing that's only way. They got back to the ship and hurry inside, locking the door. They saw the chief at the head of the natives, leading them toward the ship.
"Fill up the tank!" Fannia yelled to Donnaught. "I'll get the systems fired up."
For once, Donnaught didn't argue, just went to his duties. It was a simple matter to dump the fuel into the tanks, and he was soon done. He went back up to the bridge. Fannia was lifting the ship off. Donnaught looked out the windows. The natives were slaughtering themselves like crazy, dropping like flies. They kept this up until Donnaught couldn't see them anymore. He sat down, then promptly threw up in the barf bag.
"At least you waited till now to do that," Fannia complained.
Donnaught was feeling too ill to argue.
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