Narchi and Neblae ducked behind the wrecked Trow work-bee and looked around. Neblae pulled on His arm and pointed to the mech-eagle fluttering to the ground, some hundred meters away. Narchi asked quietly, "Why would any idiot risk the flying cities wrath, by shooting down one of their expensive spies? Doesn't make sense unless someone down here is planning to do something they don't want seen, like....oh, SHIT." Narchi looked around the root of the giant tree and looked around low. He got a good look at a man with a sword and beard about two hundreed meters behind them moving right toward them. "Oh, shit-shit-shit, we are screwed. Come with me if you want to live. Keep low." Neblae took a look as Narchi scuttled off quickly. She saw the human painted faces, like the faces of the paintings in her villiage archives. "Humans ARE demons of darkness!" She whispered to Narchi, who had already fled. She blinked in fear and followed him as fast as she could. As soon as they were out of sight of the human tribals, they sprinted quickly along the fence between Firetown, and the reast of the ruins of Taru City. Narchi gasped over his shoulder as they slowed down, threading though more intact ruins, "If we get seperated, girl, follow the fence to the next gap. Run across the stone tube in the river to Trashtown. You'd be safe there. There are Trow, Derro, Fishers, and even some Devas there. It's a human freetown with a mixed population. Practicality over prejudice!" The voice thundered across the ruins, "STOP OR BE DESTROYED! SURRENDER IMMEDIATELY, YOU ARE SURROUNDED!" The afternoon sun gleamed off the Cyclops battledroid's eye as it stood up from a high perch on a three floor ruined corner. It swung around it's double-barreled pulse-blaster. Neblae froze as her knees started knocking together in superstious dread. Now a Cyclops! She was meeting and seeing every demon she had been told about in the old people's stories about the pre-collapse world so many generations ago. SHe clutched Narchi's shoulder in terror. He saw the stark terror in her face with a glance. He glanced at the cyclpos. He looked around and saw dust drifting from beneath where the robot stood. Suddenly he had a plan. A dangerous plan. TO BE CONTINUED Media is Poser 6 and Vue 5 Easel The upcoming episodes are hard for me to do because they have graphic violence and are wrenching for me. You'll see. It won't be pleasant, but neccesary to the story. Be advised.