GENERATIONS: THE SCIENTIFIC ADVENTURES OF DOC CONNERS
It was supposed to be a simple archaeological mission. $5,000 to find the Spear of Wutak and bring it to England. There the investor, a Mr. Tybaldi, would keep the Spear and Dr. Conners would get his money. The money was merely icing on the cake for the young scientist. The promise of being allowed to examine the Spear and publish his findings would be the true reward.
It was supposed to be a simple mission, and it had been up until twenty minutes ago when Kristoph Conners and his guide stumbled upon a trio of Tigermen, mythical guardians of the spear. A mad dash through the jungle had ensued as Kristoph and his guide had attempted to flee back to their boat, only to find themselves facing a sheer cliff wall. Now Dr. Conners found himself facing three very large, very angry warriors and very much wishing he had opted to stay in Kansas.
"I am quite sorry Doctor," apologized his guide, Wortherly, for the umpteenth time. "I thought for sure this was the way to the boat."
"Not your fault chum," Kristoph replied as calmly as he could. "Keep your head about you and we'll be back to camp in time for dinner."
The lie had barely left the young man's lips when two of the Tigermen pounced. Sidestepping the first, Kristoph used the second's momentum against him, lifting and slamming the warrior into the cliff wall. Dropping the stunned animal-man to the ground, Kristoph was immediately knocked off his feet by the first Tigerman. Large canines surged to grasp his neck, as Dr. Conners struggled to keep the toothy head at bay.
CRACK!
With a wounded hollow, the Tigerman fell limply off of Kristoph. Dropping the bloody stone, Worthely pulled Kristoph back to his feet.
"Well done Wortherly. Now keep your eyes on this one. He should cut tail and run but just-"
The snapping of underbrush and a low growling heralded the appearance of half a dozen more Tigermen coming to their brothers' aid. Rising to stand on their back legs, the ancient warriors loomed large over their outnumbered prey.
"- in case. ... We're going to need some more rocks."
Surrounded on all sides by certain doom, Conners wished he had had the foresight to bring Jack's Ax or even David's Sling along on this adventure. Shrugging his backpack into his hand for a crude weapon, the young doctor's mind raced to find an escape from this untimely end.
And that's when salvation came from on high.
Well, fell from on high.
"Geronimo!!!"
It was supposed to be a simple mission, and it had been up until twenty minutes ago when Kristoph Conners and his guide stumbled upon a trio of Tigermen, mythical guardians of the spear. A mad dash through the jungle had ensued as Kristoph and his guide had attempted to flee back to their boat, only to find themselves facing a sheer cliff wall. Now Dr. Conners found himself facing three very large, very angry warriors and very much wishing he had opted to stay in Kansas.
"I am quite sorry Doctor," apologized his guide, Wortherly, for the umpteenth time. "I thought for sure this was the way to the boat."
"Not your fault chum," Kristoph replied as calmly as he could. "Keep your head about you and we'll be back to camp in time for dinner."
The lie had barely left the young man's lips when two of the Tigermen pounced. Sidestepping the first, Kristoph used the second's momentum against him, lifting and slamming the warrior into the cliff wall. Dropping the stunned animal-man to the ground, Kristoph was immediately knocked off his feet by the first Tigerman. Large canines surged to grasp his neck, as Dr. Conners struggled to keep the toothy head at bay.
CRACK!
With a wounded hollow, the Tigerman fell limply off of Kristoph. Dropping the bloody stone, Worthely pulled Kristoph back to his feet.
"Well done Wortherly. Now keep your eyes on this one. He should cut tail and run but just-"
The snapping of underbrush and a low growling heralded the appearance of half a dozen more Tigermen coming to their brothers' aid. Rising to stand on their back legs, the ancient warriors loomed large over their outnumbered prey.
"- in case. ... We're going to need some more rocks."
Surrounded on all sides by certain doom, Conners wished he had had the foresight to bring Jack's Ax or even David's Sling along on this adventure. Shrugging his backpack into his hand for a crude weapon, the young doctor's mind raced to find an escape from this untimely end.
And that's when salvation came from on high.
Well, fell from on high.
"Geronimo!!!"
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