Hall of Infinite Doors
You tumble in your cage all through your descent, battering your still semi-unresponsive limbs against the bars of your cage as you wheel in freefall. You catch glimpses of the aircraft as you tumble from it. There is no way that thing could be an airplane: planes generally don't have shimmering fields of energy surrounding them, nor do they leave bright blue plasma trails in the air. Of far more disturbing consequence is the second package that tumbles from the ship: this you recognize as the cage containing your monster companion. The only consolation is that it probably stands about the same chance of surviving the fall as you do.
The ground rushes up with mortal swiftness. You close your eyes to brace for impact... but it never comes. Peeking through an eyelid, you see the same shimmering field that surrounded the ship now encasing your cage, slowing its descent from bone-shattering to merely painful. You crash through the branches of thick, overhanging jungle greenery and finally stumble to an agonizing rest on the humid floor of an old and alien forest.
The energy field glints to nothingness. Your cage door clicks and swings open.
You barely manage to set foot outside your cage and rub the painful places on your body when you hear (or, more accurately, feel) the thud of something impacting the earth some distance away. You are instantly reminded of the wormlike horror in its cage, agitated at the taste of your blood. You remember your captors' conversation - is the patch on your neck some kind of recording device? You feel for it, but it's melded with your flesh so cleanly that you cannot even feel it there. Perhaps they intend to monitor your terror and misery as the monster hunts you down.
Perhaps its hunting for you right now.
The ground rushes up with mortal swiftness. You close your eyes to brace for impact... but it never comes. Peeking through an eyelid, you see the same shimmering field that surrounded the ship now encasing your cage, slowing its descent from bone-shattering to merely painful. You crash through the branches of thick, overhanging jungle greenery and finally stumble to an agonizing rest on the humid floor of an old and alien forest.
The energy field glints to nothingness. Your cage door clicks and swings open.
You barely manage to set foot outside your cage and rub the painful places on your body when you hear (or, more accurately, feel) the thud of something impacting the earth some distance away. You are instantly reminded of the wormlike horror in its cage, agitated at the taste of your blood. You remember your captors' conversation - is the patch on your neck some kind of recording device? You feel for it, but it's melded with your flesh so cleanly that you cannot even feel it there. Perhaps they intend to monitor your terror and misery as the monster hunts you down.
Perhaps its hunting for you right now.