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Surveyor
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2023 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51905187/ by
iPoke
The armored figure’s long, pointed ears swiveled as he stepped into the cavern. Peering into the darkness, he closed his eyes momentarily before hitting his suit’s floodlights. After a pause, he opened his eyes and looked around.
The cavern was huge, the roof of it a good distance away but still visible in the harsh light. Moisture dripped as he started his explorations, using smaller, brighter suit lights to help him pick out details of the terrain. Once he was sure of his ground, he slammed a power pack into his weapon and switched the selector from Safety to Extreme Danger before setting off further into the cavern.
Surveying the cavern was a tedious process, but he was experienced, and whistled a quiet tune as he walked. The gorget on his armor had been painted with the lower jaw of some beast’s toothy smile; not for any real purpose other than it tickled his sense of humor and made people he encountered nervous.
He stepped warily around a bend and stopped. Clearing his throat, he said, “Control.”
“Go ahead.”
“Spotted something. It’s not supposed to be here.”
“Roger that. Is it sessile?”
The surveyor that that was funny, and after chuckling he said, “Yeah. I’d hate having to chase it down if it weren’t. I’m going to see if it has any buddies before I do anything.”
“Understood.” Control didn’t bother to advise him to be careful.
He very carefully explored the rest of the cavern before retracing his steps to the object he’d found. “This is the only one.”
“Good,” Control said. “Bring it in for analysis.”
“Standard protocols?”
“Of course.”
“Right.” He adjusted the focus on his weapon, narrowing it down from a broad fan of incineration to a fine needle, dropped to one knee, and took careful aim.
One scything motion of the weapon, and it was done.
The moisture in the cavern’s air steamed around the weapon’s projection lens as the surveyor looked over his handiwork. It was a clean cut, but he was a professional and made certain before getting under the object, heaving it onto his left shoulder, and started the long trek back to the entrance.
***
The canine had finished getting dressed, and his tail wagged a little erratically as the doctor walked over to him. “Feeling all right?” the feline asked.
“Still a little woozy,” the canine said. He had awakened from the anesthesia only twenty minutes earlier. “Find anything?”
The doctor nodded and consulted his notes. An envelope containing a copy of the paperwork was already sitting nearby, waiting to be taken home. “We removed a polyp, and we’ll let you know the results of the biopsy in a week.”
“Just one? That’s an improvement from last time,” the canine said.
“Yes, but we’ll still have you back in five years.”
“Of course.” The doctor discussed a few minor matters with the patient before moving on, and the canine reached for his phone to text his ride.
He really wanted some breakfast now.
end
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2023 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51905187/ by
iPokeThe armored figure’s long, pointed ears swiveled as he stepped into the cavern. Peering into the darkness, he closed his eyes momentarily before hitting his suit’s floodlights. After a pause, he opened his eyes and looked around.
The cavern was huge, the roof of it a good distance away but still visible in the harsh light. Moisture dripped as he started his explorations, using smaller, brighter suit lights to help him pick out details of the terrain. Once he was sure of his ground, he slammed a power pack into his weapon and switched the selector from Safety to Extreme Danger before setting off further into the cavern.
Surveying the cavern was a tedious process, but he was experienced, and whistled a quiet tune as he walked. The gorget on his armor had been painted with the lower jaw of some beast’s toothy smile; not for any real purpose other than it tickled his sense of humor and made people he encountered nervous.
He stepped warily around a bend and stopped. Clearing his throat, he said, “Control.”
“Go ahead.”
“Spotted something. It’s not supposed to be here.”
“Roger that. Is it sessile?”
The surveyor that that was funny, and after chuckling he said, “Yeah. I’d hate having to chase it down if it weren’t. I’m going to see if it has any buddies before I do anything.”
“Understood.” Control didn’t bother to advise him to be careful.
He very carefully explored the rest of the cavern before retracing his steps to the object he’d found. “This is the only one.”
“Good,” Control said. “Bring it in for analysis.”
“Standard protocols?”
“Of course.”
“Right.” He adjusted the focus on his weapon, narrowing it down from a broad fan of incineration to a fine needle, dropped to one knee, and took careful aim.
One scything motion of the weapon, and it was done.
The moisture in the cavern’s air steamed around the weapon’s projection lens as the surveyor looked over his handiwork. It was a clean cut, but he was a professional and made certain before getting under the object, heaving it onto his left shoulder, and started the long trek back to the entrance.
***
The canine had finished getting dressed, and his tail wagged a little erratically as the doctor walked over to him. “Feeling all right?” the feline asked.
“Still a little woozy,” the canine said. He had awakened from the anesthesia only twenty minutes earlier. “Find anything?”
The doctor nodded and consulted his notes. An envelope containing a copy of the paperwork was already sitting nearby, waiting to be taken home. “We removed a polyp, and we’ll let you know the results of the biopsy in a week.”
“Just one? That’s an improvement from last time,” the canine said.
“Yes, but we’ll still have you back in five years.”
“Of course.” The doctor discussed a few minor matters with the patient before moving on, and the canine reached for his phone to text his ride.
He really wanted some breakfast now.
end
Category Story / General Furry Art
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