Kaleb's Critters

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Birds flocked away into the clear, morning air: familiar birds, common. It was odd, considering where they were.

“‘Ello there, mate! Oi’m Kaleb Burnow, and this…” the hunter swept an arm back, and Robin quickly hit the zoom function, “is Terrestrial Body – 1128.”

Flowers scattered the rolling hills of the valley below, dotting the breezy sea of green with vibrant color. The edge of a lake could be seen to the east, sandy shoreline lapped by pristine, blue water—like glass, reflecting a beautiful, cerulean sky split by a single, snow-tipped mountain spire, trailing black smoke from a cave at its peak.

“Beautiful, eh? Well, don’t get used to it.” Robin centered the recorder on Kaleb again—panning down on his dun-colored gunny hat, frizzy, white hair and khaki, button shirt. “Because today we’re headed to the badlands! Sheila picked up a set of catacombs under the desert south of here: caves excavated by something… unnatural.” The hunter shifted a leather strap from his shoulder, and suddenly he held a rifle the size of a four-by-four in his hands. “Our probes didn’t pick it up, so we’re going down there blind.” A loud clacking sound signaled the chambering of one of the weapon’s banana-sized slugs, and Kaleb grinned: “Let’s go spelunking.”