Find the Other Founders X

[The Lt.'s Girl]

Well, I have no usable skills. Unless you need someone to moan and complain. I am very good at that. I will try to keep it down to a minimum. I will do my best to help as long as I have clear direction.

And that couldn't have been a polar bear, polar bears live in the Arctic and this isn't the Arctic. I think we should just call it a fearsome white beast. That eats people.

Same here. I'm Sarah by the way.

[Angharrad]

or we could just call it the Bear.

That's a good idea Mr. Tsu. The fusalage of the plane would be good for a weather proof shelter, and it's metalic hull will make it somewhat resistant to the local predators. We just need to make sure it's structural integrity will hold before we start sleeping in it. I'm not sure how it's holding up after that crash.

I still prefer beast, as in "The Beast" from hell, which means we are in hell, or soon will be.

As for sleeping, I don't think I can sleep, knowing there are murderers in here and "The Beast" out there.

[Mikey]

Really? That's your guys' main concern - finding a name for one of the things that's likely to come rip our spines out?

[Sionnach Glic]

And lo, night did fall!

[Sionnach Glic]

Mikey sat, concealed in the shadows, carefuly watching Tsu. He'd swiped a gun from the wreckage of the plane's cargo hold, and was determined to see that no one else came to any harm. He was just in danger of drifting off when he heard a noise behind him.

He spun around, hand on the concealed weapon, then sighed in relief.

"Oh, hi. It's just you." He said, relaxing.

"Yeah, just me."

"What're you doing up?"

"Just looking for...you know, a convenient tree."

"Oh, alright then. Goodnight." Mikey turned back around, then suddenly felt a knife pierce his throat. He fell back, gasping for breath as his assailant plunged the knife into him repeatedly, splashing the sand with Mikey's blood.

* * *

Nearby, Stitch was sleeping soundly, dreaming of being back at home again. He would never live to see his dream come true, however. He jerked awake, yelling in pain, as his attacker stabbed him through the heat with a knife.

Hearing his screams, the rest of the survivors awoke and rushed over to investigate, the killers slipping easily into the panicked crowd.

[Lt. Staplic]

::Runs next to bodies and kneels down, checking the pulse on both victims.::

Son of a B***h. Did anyone see what happened?

[Mark]

Not likely..........they picked a hell of a time to strike. Nighttime with everybody sleeping.

[Lazar]

Jesus, two at a time. How are we going to stop them?

[Mark]

:::with a Sean Connery accent:::

With speed, heart, and skill...highlander.

[Lt. Staplic]

Hay! not the best time for jokes...right now we can't worry about these natives. I'll dig one grave, do I have a volunteer to dig the other?

Everyone else needs to head into the Forrest and find some dry wood, so this afternoon we can build some big bonfires in case we see a boat or plane.

[Mark]

I'm not sure how great an idea it is to be left alone with another person. Maybe teams of three?

[Lt. Staplic]

sounds good. Me and one other person, digging the graves, everyone else work in groups of three, get as much firewood as you can.

[Nickswitz]

I'll help and bury our fellow man. Anyone else want to volunteer to help?

[Lt. Staplic]

if anyone else wants to volunteer that would be fine, though I think we can handle the graves and the man power would be spent better getting the wood.

[Lazar]

I'll help get the wood.