A Generation
Chpt.1
He had been stuck here for a generation now,( their generation not his) , he did not age so he did think in terms of time as in new generations of children to replace himself.
He could not get off this Beautiful planet and the natives were no help even if he had asked which he dared not , he could find the right combination of what they here called rare metal to get his drive going, although he had heard of some in Mongolia. So he was traipsing up the side of a mountain with limited help he had started in an ancient Range Rover and was now walking beside an even more ancient looking pack animal of some sort. The thing had big floppy ears and bit and slobbered and kick almost all at once, but it was still working unlike the old R-Rover. The Guide had tried to give him a nag an old squaty horse native to the area but he would not accept and instead picked the rare albino horse which was setting of by itself when not offending the others with his hooves and bites, the guide and his buddy kept laughing at him for picking this sly angry stud but once seeing he knew how to handle it they became more watchful and less derisive.. My Earthly name i adopted was leeway skipper as usual , but since skipper was a first name or nick name that is what i was called and went by, which was applicable to my mode of travel through the Verse (universe) and the river in which it flowed. The Locals here called the space between physical objects in the Verse empty or the (Ether) ,but the supposed empty (Nothing) was always creating something in this river in which it flowed. Thus in my leeward travels called slingshots by those who used the objects for propulsion i would have been known as a skipper or sling shooter coming down between the planet and its moon in order to use the vacuum like a venturi effect to gain momentum on my travels and taking this inopportune time for my suit (craft) to stop operating as it should landed me on this planet where i obviously had to take on a birth and human form.
As usual my horse was slowing ,and as i was no longer around branches, i couldn't just snap one to warn him that i would have to punish him if he didn't speed up, as his eyes which were almost perpetually shut from the solar glare, popped open when i gigged him with a spur, which i had removed while the guide eyed me curiously , but i didn't like to rake a horse with the rolling spur and cut flesh and just a hint of the touch of the blunt end of the spur did the job.
These Altai mountains were impressive and although the flies were bad especially to the dogs ( i had insisted that we bring to prevent horse theft) or an excuse for the guide to claim one. i was more worried about the miners in the area and not some other guides showing tourist the back country as we were of the beaten path and well away from any normal trails. Also i had some guns on me which i had used for target pratice and later for game killing along with the guide so that he was aware that i was not some tourist to be played with and the equipment i had for tracking would allow me to go on even if deserted..
Chpt.2
Chpt.1
He had been stuck here for a generation now,( their generation not his) , he did not age so he did think in terms of time as in new generations of children to replace himself.
He could not get off this Beautiful planet and the natives were no help even if he had asked which he dared not , he could find the right combination of what they here called rare metal to get his drive going, although he had heard of some in Mongolia. So he was traipsing up the side of a mountain with limited help he had started in an ancient Range Rover and was now walking beside an even more ancient looking pack animal of some sort. The thing had big floppy ears and bit and slobbered and kick almost all at once, but it was still working unlike the old R-Rover. The Guide had tried to give him a nag an old squaty horse native to the area but he would not accept and instead picked the rare albino horse which was setting of by itself when not offending the others with his hooves and bites, the guide and his buddy kept laughing at him for picking this sly angry stud but once seeing he knew how to handle it they became more watchful and less derisive.. My Earthly name i adopted was leeway skipper as usual , but since skipper was a first name or nick name that is what i was called and went by, which was applicable to my mode of travel through the Verse (universe) and the river in which it flowed. The Locals here called the space between physical objects in the Verse empty or the (Ether) ,but the supposed empty (Nothing) was always creating something in this river in which it flowed. Thus in my leeward travels called slingshots by those who used the objects for propulsion i would have been known as a skipper or sling shooter coming down between the planet and its moon in order to use the vacuum like a venturi effect to gain momentum on my travels and taking this inopportune time for my suit (craft) to stop operating as it should landed me on this planet where i obviously had to take on a birth and human form.
As usual my horse was slowing ,and as i was no longer around branches, i couldn't just snap one to warn him that i would have to punish him if he didn't speed up, as his eyes which were almost perpetually shut from the solar glare, popped open when i gigged him with a spur, which i had removed while the guide eyed me curiously , but i didn't like to rake a horse with the rolling spur and cut flesh and just a hint of the touch of the blunt end of the spur did the job.
These Altai mountains were impressive and although the flies were bad especially to the dogs ( i had insisted that we bring to prevent horse theft) or an excuse for the guide to claim one. i was more worried about the miners in the area and not some other guides showing tourist the back country as we were of the beaten path and well away from any normal trails. Also i had some guns on me which i had used for target pratice and later for game killing along with the guide so that he was aware that i was not some tourist to be played with and the equipment i had for tracking would allow me to go on even if deserted..
Chpt.2
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