he lead Alleosauroid thunders to the ground
holding its scorched hide where the electrodischarger
made contact. the others rumbled
to a halt scant yards away from the
weapons, inviting them to try again, to attack
Scarlon.
The Tricerasauroid, already positioned directly in
front of Scarlon, waves his great forelimb in a sign
for calm. He grumbles out through the sides of his
mouth, because of the way all Sauroid facial features
are in that their snouts overhang their lower jaws, a
distinguishing characteristic for all descendants from
the long line of Terriblis Lizardis.
Almost immediately Scarlan’s translator interprets
the grumblings as, “You’re not going to get away
with this hu-maan!”
Scarlan smiles to hear his own words transferred
back into sauroid through the speaker connected to
his harness which criss-crosses his chest, laden
with other techno marvels that assist him in his line
of work, “But I already have, you great moldering
mound of luddrix! (which is a cuisine the sauroids
eat consisting of the soft entrails of certain farm
raised animals). I’ve signaled my ship. I’m outta here
in twenty!”
“Please, Scarlan....”, The Tricerasauroid starts,
trying to sound sincere.
“Oh, so you do know my name, you putz.” (an
earthword).