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“Sam? Get them off of us, now!” I
yelled from the bridge. The iisadsu were not afraid of Ma-rye-a. They had
attacked the ship as soon as she entered the level of the atmosphere that the
iisadsu inhabited. I didn’t think they could do much damage, but I was in a
pissy mood. It was as though they had expected us.
What they didn’t expect was Sam’s
electrical pulse coming through Ma-rye-a’s outer hull. When he fired, their
stunned bodies were blown off her like shooflies off a bug zapper. That action
kept the rest at bay until we landed. There were a horde of them. The sky was
full of the winged beings circling over Ma-rye-a like so many vultures over a
carcass, but we weren’t dead yet. Not by a long shot.
“Ma-rye-a, now that we are down can you
locate Attalla?” I asked.
“He is approximately 50 yards in front
of us and 100 feet down,” she replied without hesitation.
I looked out the viewport in front of
us. All I could see was a slip of the sandy beach and then the ocean.