Silas catches up with him. 'Wait up for a second.' He pulls him to the side into a secluded clearing.
Silas pulls out his codex (luckily waterproofed) onto which he scanned the map. 'I found this in the box, it's a map of some sorts. It might lead me to something impprtant. You're a good guy, I don't want you to be killed like the others. So either you can come with me now and have a chance of surviving, or stay and die in the mud, forgotten like the rest. Your choice.'
Glipper jumps back and whips gun around before firing multiple shots at the creature. "HAHAHA NOW THIS IS FUN!!!" When Glipper shouts this he drops his meat on the ground and becomes angry. "YOU MADE ME DROP MY MEAT!! DIE SUCKERS!!!" Continues firing at the creature and surrounding area.
Sheriff moved toward Glipper, firing his rifle, pumping the lever, and repeating. Muttering something about "This crazy son-of-a-gun...," he deftly reloaded, slotting buckshot into place and firing calmly into the midst of the wild beasts. He didn't intend to let his team member die, but did note the commotion they were causing and cursed inwardly. With the ease and smoothness of a lifetime of practice, he cocked the rifle-one handed, reaching into his pocket for his whiskey.
Nettles comes out of his hut only to have a bullet wiz by his head. He almost fell backwards as he staggered and bumped his table, he spun his arms in circles attempting to gain his balance then slowly settled back on his feet. He took a sigh of relief and said "Not good day to go outsssside... but me need gather berriesss for food.... maybe i make pie..." He gathered up his berry basket, and his foraging equipment then carefully poked his head out the door once more looking around for where the bullet came from.
Re-adjusting his hat, and wiping blood off his well-worn and already-stained duster, Sheriff spat again, coughed, and rested his rifle on his shoulder. "Looks like that's the last of 'em," he muttered, tossing his spent cigarette butt away. Reaching for another, he called back to the group. "Ya'll still holdin' up? I know Glipper here is happier than a Snugget in a cotton field."
Nettles heard a voice and got ready for a fight, he didn't like random shooters going around his forest killing everything he pulled off one of his gloves and began making his way through the brush until he found a lit cigarette butt on the floor still burning. "Nettles will burnsss the fire peoplesss...." He peaked through the brush a small bit to find Sheriff picking up yet another cigarette. He took out one of his darts he kept on him for safety and pegged the cigarette nailing it onto a nearby tree.
Blitzen was successful in finding his flare and shoots it through a crack in the ship clearly illuminating their position to everyone on the island, even though it was raining. Blitzen's friend Cypil was very good with pyrotechnics.
Giggling Glipper pulls out a knife and starts to skin the now dead creatures. "This trip just got a WHOLE lot better hehehehe all this tasty meat will keep me going for a good while I think."
the sound of gunshots and laughter perks the interest of a particular floran... "Looks like something's happening..." She looks at skeletor "say... Why don't you put those on and try throwing that sphere. I calibrated it based on your throwing form and style..." She gives him a genuine looking grin...
"I'll go check on Jackson and meet you at the place where that flare came from." Snab informed Sheriff, partially because he was worried about Jacksons safety and partially to get more space between him and the psychotic hylotl. He then started walking to the direction they last saw Jackson.
Hunter gets really close to where the gunshots are coming from, but he forgets to be silent and careful, so he comes running out of the bush in front of the group of strangers, tumbling all over the ground. He looks up "Well then.. Hey you guys that I don't know.." Hunter looks a little scared but remembered to be confident in a first impression so he shoots up to his feet, gun holstered, chest out, back straight, he extends his hand to greet the strangers.
Starting a bit as his cigarette flew out of his hand, Sheriff ducked behind a tree and spat another glob of tobacco. Shouldering his rifle, he made motions to the rest of the group to search the area, but stopped as the jungle lit up with the light of a flare. Momentarily confused as to what the hell was going on, Sheriff was caught off guard by a stranger suddenly appearing in their midst, tumbling head over heels and extending his arm in greeting. More than a little put-off, Sheriff simply said, "Uh...How do ya do?"
Nettles decided to sit back and watch for the time being "bumbling humansss... Nettles only want to burn the ssshiny one.... " he moved around in the bushes keeping as quiet as possible with the rain drowning out the sound of the brush moving and his foot steps. He took off his second glove and rolled up his sleeves. He didn't normally like exposing more than just his hands, but he was out numbered and things might get hairy.
"I'm doing good, I think I actually ran past one of my friends back there, he'll catch up. I'm Hunter, you?" Hunter flinches towards the moving shrubbery "I think we should check that first though."
Sheriff cocked, his rifle, motioning to the newcomer. "Stay behind me, son. Can't risk losin' a valuable researcher like yourself, now can we?" Truth be told, Sheriff had no way of knowing who this man was, but after searching for hours, he felt it safe to assume this man was part of the team they were looking for. Whistling a tune vaguely reminiscent of the theme of a certain ancient Earth Western, Sheriff moved into the greenery of the jungle, rifle at the ready.
