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Part 2:

  Another lazar blast sliced through the air with a whining ‘Dzzzt’, burning a hole in a tree an inch from Rover’s head and singing off a couple of his rust-colored curls.

    “Whoo! That’n was a close shave!”

    Rover tried to hang on to his hat as he ran through the dense foliage, dodging the red-hot weapons fire from, perhaps twenty very angry Bartrids. The truth was he felt just the tiniest bit silly running from what amounted to a bunch of four-foot pink hedgehogs. Of course, they were four-foot pink hedgehogs with lazars. And it was that last bit that really counted.

    “Did you have to mention that your last trade agreement was with the Dahlina?” His lithe, blue first mate sprinted beside him, all four arms pumping vigorously as they tried to traverse the thick jungle without being shot or getting clotheslined by a vine or low hanging branch.

    “How was I supposed to know they were feudin’?” Rover puffed, his chest heaving under his plaid shirt as a laser beam struck his left arm and ricocheted off the reflective metal. If they didn’t loose these guys soon he might very well need a prosthetic for his right arm as well and maybe his head.

    “I told you that before we landed!” Flyspur countered, briefly leaping up the side of a tree with his sticky amphibian feet to clear a particularly dense patch of brush and nearly getting his tail fried off in the process.

    “Make sure I’m paying attention next time----Whoa Nellie!” Rover skidded to a stop, throwing his arms out to keep his balance.

    Flyspur barely avoided running into him.

    The jungle ended. The chasm plunged straight down sixty feet into a foaming river. It was as if someone had taken a huge knife and sliced the land in half leaving a jagged black gash in the green foliage.

    The gap was wide, certainly too wide to jump and even too wide for Rover’s self propelled grappling hook.

    They were trapped, caught between irate, lazar-wielding hedgehogs and a plummeting, rocky cliff.

    An unexpected grin spread across Rover’s face. “This is just like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid! Well, not exactly. I mean there weren’t no hedgehogs involved there and it was more desert than jungle but---“

    Flyspur ignored the Human history lesson. “What do we do?”

    Rover’s smile widened. “We jump.”

    His first mate turned to him in shock even though he realized that it was truly their only option. “You can’t swim!”

    Rover’s grin turned to a frown of indignation. “I can so.”

    “With a buoyancy field!” Flyspur protested. With all the metal imbedded in Rover’s body, from his biometalic ribs to the metal plate in the left side of his skull, to the heavy metal in his prosthetic arm he was not exactly light in the water.

    “I got a propeller in here somewhere.” He held up his left arm, which was essentially an elaborate Swiss Army knife, about to search for the appropriate attachment when a bolt of red hot light sliced the air directly between the two fugitives. “No time for that!”

    “You can’t do this. The impact alone—“

    “On the count of three!”

    “There has to be another way!”

    “One!”

    “Keep your arms and legs straight!” Flyspur said, speeding through the words as quickly as possible.

    “Two.”

    The angry shouts of the Bartrids could be heard above the weapons fire. They were only yards away and would burst through the foliage any second.

    “Hold your breath! Please, Rover, for the love of the Colors, hold your breath.” As a Jssfloon his throat and nostril slits closed automatically when he was underwater. But with humans it seemed to be a completely conscious action.

    “Three!”

    With an enthusiastic ‘Geronimooooo’ Rover grabbed Flyspur’s upper arm and yanked him out into open space.

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(Edit: I removed Trigger from this story. He was originally going to play a vital part but I changed a few things and decided to use what I was going to do with him in another story. As the story is now....he was kind of getting in the way. Sorry little guy)
....

This is not a part of my 'Outlawed' story. Just a scene that came into my head that wouldn't go away. Please forgive me.

....
(Rover and Flyspur are copyright by me)

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Part 2:

  Another lazar blast sliced through the air with a whining ‘Dzzzt’, burning a hole in a tree an inch from Rover’s head and singing off a couple of his rust-colored curls.

    “Whoo! That’n was a close shave!”

    Rover tried to hang on to his hat as he ran through the dense foliage, dodging the red-hot weapons fire from, perhaps twenty very angry Bartrids. The truth was he felt just the tiniest bit silly running from what amounted to a bunch of four-foot pink hedgehogs. Of course, they were four-foot pink hedgehogs with lazars. And it was that last bit that really counted.

    “Did you have to mention that your last trade agreement was with the Dahlina?” His lithe, blue first mate sprinted beside him, all four arms pumping vigorously as they tried to traverse the thick jungle without being shot or getting clotheslined by a vine or low hanging branch.

    “How was I supposed to know they were feudin’?” Rover puffed, his chest heaving under his plaid shirt as a laser beam struck his left arm and ricocheted off the reflective metal. If they didn’t loose these guys soon he might very well need a prosthetic for his right arm as well and maybe his head.

    “I told you that before we landed!” Flyspur countered, briefly leaping up the side of a tree with his sticky amphibian feet to clear a particularly dense patch of brush and nearly getting his tail fried off in the process.

    “Make sure I’m paying attention next time----Whoa Nellie!” Rover skidded to a stop, throwing his arms out to keep his balance.

    Flyspur barely avoided running into him.

    The jungle ended. The chasm plunged straight down sixty feet into a foaming river. It was as if someone had taken a huge knife and sliced the land in half leaving a jagged black gash in the green foliage.

    The gap was wide, certainly too wide to jump and even too wide for Rover’s self propelled grappling hook.

    They were trapped, caught between irate, lazar-wielding hedgehogs and a plummeting, rocky cliff.

    An unexpected grin spread across Rover’s face. “This is just like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid! Well, not exactly. I mean there weren’t no hedgehogs involved there and it was more desert than jungle but---“

    Flyspur ignored the Human history lesson. “What do we do?”

    Rover’s smile widened. “We jump.”

    His first mate turned to him in shock even though he realized that it was truly their only option. “You can’t swim!”

    Rover’s grin turned to a frown of indignation. “I can so.”

    “With a buoyancy field!” Flyspur protested. With all the metal imbedded in Rover’s body, from his biometalic ribs to the metal plate in the left side of his skull, to the heavy metal in his prosthetic arm he was not exactly light in the water.

    “I got a propeller in here somewhere.” He held up his left arm, which was essentially an elaborate Swiss Army knife, about to search for the appropriate attachment when a bolt of red hot light sliced the air directly between the two fugitives. “No time for that!”

    “You can’t do this. The impact alone—“

    “On the count of three!”

    “There has to be another way!”

    “One!”

    “Keep your arms and legs straight!” Flyspur said, speeding through the words as quickly as possible.

    “Two.”

    The angry shouts of the Bartrids could be heard above the weapons fire. They were only yards away and would burst through the foliage any second.

    “Hold your breath! Please, Rover, for the love of the Colors, hold your breath.” As a Jssfloon his throat and nostril slits closed automatically when he was underwater. But with humans it seemed to be a completely conscious action.

    “Three!”

    With an enthusiastic ‘Geronimooooo’ Rover grabbed Flyspur’s upper arm and yanked him out into open space.

...
(Edit: I removed Trigger from this story. He was originally going to play a vital part but I changed a few things and decided to use what I was going to do with him in another story. As the story is now....he was kind of getting in the way. Sorry little guy)
....

This is not a part of my 'Outlawed' story. Just a scene that came into my head that wouldn't go away. Please forgive me.

....
(Rover and Flyspur are copyright by me)