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    “Christ,” Red gasped,” what’re those?!”

    Raising his rifle he chambered a bullet and swung his muzzle toward one of the creatures just managing to catch it in the head in his wild attempt to take out the potential threat. As the creature fell he quickly scrambled back from it and readied his rifle again. Regaining his composure as Erich barked out orders to open fire, the red head gritted his teeth and aimed more carefully at the charging monstrosities. This was just like hunting with his Da. He just needed to stay calm and be aware of where his prey was. Aim, breathe, shoot. Another monster fell.

    “Wait stop,” the somewhat shrill cry of someone near by cut Red’s concentration, “stop shooting! Lower your weapons! We may be able to communicate!”

    The disruption had pulled Red’s attention from his quarry just long enough for a Newt to get in range and lunge at him with a spear. He had just enough time to raise his arm and the spear sank in to his flesh splitting it like water. Growling in agony he grabbed the spear with the other hand and yanked the newt closer so he could press his rifle’s muzzle to its midsection.

    “To hell with ye, ya damn bastard,” he growled as he emptied a round in to its innards.

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    As the group wandered up to the volcano Alexander quickly set about taking cuts of any plant life he could get his hands on before the group moved on. Anything from weeds, to small flowers, to shells, and even a few small rocks found themselves quickly placed in to vials and pouches within his many bags. It was a wonder he didn’t weigh himself down with all his little trinckets and clippings. In fact he didn’t seem to notice any weight from his packs at all as they trekked onward toward the firey peak in the distance.

    When they reached the volcano, though everyone else seemed to halt in its presence, Alexander set about trying to find a suitable sample of cooled magma. That was, until he saw a pair of deep black orbs staring at him from a stream of the molten rock. Blinking owlishly he stared at the creature that stood in front of him. It’s body was nearly indistinguishable from the lava around them. He was about to reach out and touch the newt like creature when gun fire alerted him to the situation with the rest of the group. Thinking quickly he grabbed the creature’s appendage and started to quickly lead/drag it toward the group.

    “Wait stop,” he called,” stop shooting! Lower your weapons! We may be able to communicate with them!”
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    Erich fired the last bullets from his magazine at a Fire Newt recklessly charging forwards at a sailor. He ejected it and put his second to last one in. He was glad to have brought the Tommy this time around.

    That's when he heard shouting for the shooting to stop, though he couldn't tell from where. Fortunately, Erich thought, the noise of the panicked gunfire and the adrenaline rushing through all their veins blocked it out and the sailors kept shooting. Now was no time to yield.

    In the midst of the chaos, the one shouting for the fire to stop was dragging a struggling newt. A panicked sailor, not realizing what the scientist was doing, came up to him and put his rifle to the newts head, and fired, scattering bits of flesh and killing the scientists's chance at communicating.

    The shooting did die down moments after though, when Erich began to yell "Cease fire!" above the noise of battle. The newts were now retreating back across the lava river, they had been driven off for now.

    Erich quickly surveyed the field. The scientist and Erich did both realize one thing, although their conclusions were far different. These creatures did seem intelligent. And it was almost certain this was a temporary retreat. If they were regrouping and reinforcing, it was only a matter of time before they came back in greater numbers. And, looking around, Erich judged that they did not have the ammunition to withstand that attack.

    Cunningham found Erich, walking up to him, holding an older looking revolver pistol in his hand, obviously shaken up. "The chamber is just at the base of the Volcano. We're almost there. We must hurry," Cunningham said.

    The chamber was indeed close, Erich could now see the carving of an entryway into the mountain. "They're going to come back, we have at least one seriously wounded man, and we don't have enough ammunition. It would be prudent to return to the ship," Erich said.

    "No!" Cunningham shouted in return, "We will not have another chance. Order your men to follow me, we are too close to turn back now."

    Erich sighed, but consented, "Let me at least tend to my wounded man, and send a party back to the ship for reinforcements."

    Cunningham nodded, then turned in the direction of the mountain. Erich had only seen this kind of determination in few men, and it did not bode well.

    Erich changed his line of thinking, and ran over to the sailor who had been stabbed in the gut. He was lying on the ground, both hands over his bleeding wound, in obvious agony. Erich yelled for the medic, before spotting the bluenette and noticing she was wounded herself.

    Erich turned to two sailors, and yelled at them, "As soon as the medic looks this man over, I need you two to carry him back to the boats, and get him aboard the ship. Tell the men stationed at the phone to call for another twenty men, and make sure they bring two Brownings with them."

    Erich had learned as a child that when the white men had brought the machine gun to his people's lands, it scared them. No other weapon could bring such terror and devastation. And then in the war, he again saw it used, and again it brought terror and destruction, but this time white man against white man. He had no doubt whatever these creatures were, they would run at the first sound of two Browning machine guns firing at them.

    Once the bluenette medic came over, Erich asked her to look at the wounded sailor. "Will he survive a trip to the boats?" Erich asked. They couldn't stay here, that was all Erich knew. If he couldn't be moved, Erich would have to make a tough decision.
    There's a black crow sitting across from me
    His wiry legs are crossed
    He's dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss
    Whatever could it be
    That has brought me to this loss?

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    As soon as the monsters began to retreat the adrenaline started to fade, but that did not last long. Taking a quick survey of the people around--and realizing that they were unharmed--Levi heard her name called by the deep, gravely voice of her captain. Without so much as a thought she bolted over to the man who had been stabbed in the gut. Without much thought the women disguised as a man keeled and started working. The wound itself was perhaps about five inches long and appeared to be at least two inches deep. Upon further inspection the bluenette found that the wound did not hit anything vital, so she began to place pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. Above her, Erich asked if the sailor would make it back to the boat.

    He'll make it back, but the bleeding needs to be stopped.

    Nodding, Levi pulled over one of the other sailor and directed him physically with what to do. At first, there was confusion, but seconds later the other sailor understood that they need to apply pressure and did so. Looking up at the captain Levi nodded "yes" to her captains question. He would make it. Once again focusing back on the male and demonstrated how to wrap a wound. Education was always important. There was a point where she may not be around and someone else would need to keep another alive until she could get there. The other sailor was smart, and began to phrase question in yes or no fashion. Fairly soon a small party started to get together to take a the man back to the ship and get reinforcements. Levi had wanted to stay, but with a man wounded she could not. Making herself part of the party to go back she started to check over everyone. That all appeared to be fine. Once she was sure that everyone else was okay she started to prepare the man for moving.

    Although she was going, she planned to double check the man at the boat, tend to him and then try to come back. With those things on the island she felt that she needed to be around. If the captain ordered her to stay, she would. Until that happened, she was planning to leave and come back. Onc

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    Red cursed angrily as he ripped off the now tattered and bloody sleeve of his shirt and used it to temporarily bind the gash on his arm and staunch the flow of blood. Once he’d tied it with enough pressure on the wound he marched over to the previously screaming scientist and gave him a rather hard wallop across the head.

    “What in bloody the hell is wrong with ye,” he growled his Scottish accent coming in rather thick, “communicate. Bah! They’re damned lizards ya idjit!! Shoot ‘em dead and move on! Ya could have killed us all.”

    Marching over to the medic he gently tapped the bluenette’s shoulder and showed them his arm.

    “Any chance you might have some time later to stitch me back together,” he asked, “or at least have some sort of something to fight off infection? I did what I could for now, but ya can be sure it won’t hold forever.”

    It was good he’d had his share of incidents while hunting and knew how to take care of most things, but he knew making use of the medic when they happened would make him last longer on this expedition. They knew what they were doing better than he. They had the training and supplies to keep everyone in as best of shape as possible.

    ———————————————————————

    Alexander had stopped dead in his tracks and stayed there upon having the Newt creature’s head blown apart in front of him. Never in his life had he witnessed such reckless violence. It was the first thing he’d ever seen shot to death in his life. All his previous specimens had been killed long before being placed in front of him for study. It was......strangely humbling.

    In the moments after the fighting had subsided Alex stood stock still staring unwaveringly at the mutilated head of the creature who’s eyes only moments ago had held such curiosity to match his own. That was, until a rather heavy handed blow was landed upon his head. Reeling form the blow he could distantly hear someone barking at him about being foolish. It made him giggle. Just a small soft chuckled almost made in derision to the idea. But they were right. They weren’t here to make friends exactly. Casualties were to be expected.

    Shaking off the invasive thoughts Alex started in on making good of the situation. If nothing else it gave him a chance to collect samples. Soon tissue, organs, and bone were preserved and tucked away within his bags and all momentary realizations were pushed to the side. As a scientist it was his duty to learn everything he could, no matter the cost.

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    Erich, without showing any sign of it was relieved. He would send the man back with three other sailors. The rest would carry on. Erich estimated it would take at least an hour for the machine gun teams to arrive. If they got to the cave, they could create a defense there and hold off until the MGs arrived. Of course, hiding in an active Volcano wasn't Erich's favorite choice, but it was the only one besides retreating.

    Erich was then thrust out of his thoughts when a Scotsman walked up to Lavi, showing him his wound. Before Lavi could respond, Erich said, "You'll be fine, we can check our wounds later when we're at a safe location," Erich said, with a tone that could be taken for coldness, but wasn't intended so.

    Erich was a mission minded man. Group survival, mission objectives, and planning took up the room in his mind in the field. Having those he lead like him, that was for after, and frankly not a major concern of Erich's anyways.

    "Alright, let's head out, there's no time to waste!" Erich shouted, holding his gun in the air. Erich then turned to Lavi, grabbing his arm, "You're coming with us. He can get treatment on the ship once they take him back. I have a feeling I'll be needing you. Understand?"

    He let Lavi go, and then started leading the group to the Volcano. The carved entrance into the mountain was now in sight, but there was still open ground to cover, still time for attack.

    Cunningham walked quickly next to Erich. He was eager, a look of determination in his eyes. Erich didn't like that kind of ambition, the kind where you sacrifice the lives of other men to get what you wanted.

    At the edge of the Volcano, there was a gateway into the mountain carved into the stone. It was rectangular, with strange symbols carved on the edges of the gateway, but otherwise was very plain.

    Erich eyed it, and then the surrounding rocks. There was small lava flows and pools at various points around them now. Erich had a sense that something was coming, but he remained calm, and trekked forwards, tightening his grip on the Thompson.
    There's a black crow sitting across from me
    His wiry legs are crossed
    He's dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss
    Whatever could it be
    That has brought me to this loss?

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