Excerpt From an Upcoming Masks Story

[stickmaker]

The three young super Shilmek carried the unconscious Tolnar back to their task force's command ship. They landed at the perimeter, cleared security, then walked the rest of the way, to show off their casually-carried trophy. A cheer rose wherever they passed. They were almost to the entrance ramp when a flurry of activity on the perimeter caught their attention. There was small arms fire, then medium arms fire, then frantic calls for heavier weapons. Then one of the heavy canon placed inside the defensive ring suddenly went flying in a high arc, distinctly bent. The three stared, wondering wondering what - or who - could do such a thing. Also, hoping they would not be needed to deal with the cause, since they were both engaged in important business and very tired and battered from their fight with Tolnar.

"Yer makin' me MAD!" said a loud, gravelly voice.

They looked towards the source, and saw a tall, wide human walking towards them as he pushed his sleeves up. There was a path of utter defeat on the ground behind him. The Sailor smiled.

"An' when I gets mad, folks what is smart gets worried."

Comments

[unisagi.livejournal.com]

I love your writing, and especially your Masks stories. I will be watching for the new one to come out.

And I pity anybody that crosses The Sailor. (Does he eat spinach? :) )

[stickmaker.livejournal.com]

He's over 200 years old, and claims to be the inspiration for both Old Stormalong and Popeye.

He's been known to partake, but not lately. Gives too many people satisfaction when he does. :-)

[(Anonymous)]

Your spellchecker is too enthusiastic. Canon/cannon..... Not sure but I think there is a difference

[stickmaker.livejournal.com]

I don't screen my comments and I've already replied to it once before this. Weird.

[stickmaker.livejournal.com]

Ah. It was set to screen anonymous only. Don't remember doing that...