Chapter 16p4 – What’s the Worst They Could Do?

Everyone gathered in the cockpit.

“So, yetis…” said Tic, nervously. “What’s the worst they could do?”

“They’ll tear the ramp down!” said Haglyn. “Why do you think Dunter Yeti Security exists? These are real monsters.”

“Maybe we can tame them somehow,” said Milly.

“What!?” said Haglyn.

“Maybe they’re just hungry. At the very least, we can try to distract them until the ship finishes rebooting.”

“Whatever,” said Tic. “There are steaks in the kitchen. I’m going to stay here and work on a real plan.”

“I’ll help Milly,” said Overard.

“Thanks,” said Milly.

The two grabbed the steaks, slipped the side door open, and waggled the meat in the air.

“Yoohoo!” called Milly. “Hey, yetis!”

The yetis stuck their heads out to look.

“Quick, throw!” said Overard. He flung his steak. Milly tried to do the same, but her backswing connected with Overard’s nose, knocking him down. They got tangled up and both fell out of the door into the snow.

When Milly raised her head, two yeti faces were leering over her. She screamed.

The yetis spun and stared up into the sky. “Dunter,” said one, gruffly. The other grunted, reached into its fur, and pulled out a huge, high-tech slingshot.

“Huh?” said Milly.

One of the green jets zoomed overhead. The yetis armed their slingshots with stones and took potshots.

“Hey,” said one. “Gortinawa!” It stooped and picked up a red Gortinawa seed which had fallen out of Milly’s pocket. Placing it in the pouch of its slingshot, it took aim at the jet and loosed a shot. A few seconds later, the jet’s cockpit disintegrated. It tumbled out of the sky.

“Nice shot,” said the other yeti. It looked down at Milly and Overard. “Got any more of those?”

About Tim Sevenhuysen

Tim Sevenhuysen writes sci-fi and other genre fiction. He is a microfiction expert, having written over 600 fifty-word stories. He is also a noncertifiable lunatic.

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