A million years from home ReRebekha Windmourner sat on a lump of rock gazing out over the ancient plains and shielding her eyes against the sun. A little ways away, in a muddy stream, the professor was exclaiming over some large footprints left in the mud while the ape looked on in patient puzzlement.
Raising her musket at a shadow on the sky Rebekha relaxed after a moment. The thunder lizards could be dangerous and even for an experienced shooter like her it could take several well placed shots to down a moderately sized one. That gave the faster ones plenty of time to get close so the sooner they were spotted the better.
In many ways Rebekha was glad to be away from the charnel house stink of the beachhead. Although it was dangerous for small groups out in the wilds at least it was better than herding enormous lizards into the slaughterhouse, which is why she had jumped at the professor’s offer of employment.
It was only a few more weeks until Rebekha and her ape friend would be able to ship out with enough cash in hand to pay for repairs and hire crew for another venture. This time, she vowed, things would be different.