Book 6. Chapter 51: Reign of fire
“Think I found a good one, further off about one fifty. Marking it now.” I said, as the armor shared the target information to Drakonis’s own.
Journey calculated the heat signature, then overlaid a red outline, taking liberal guesses as to how it actually looked. A deer. Minding its own business, walking near a stream. A few others were nearby, but they were smaller and many looked to be parents for a foal.
“Got it. Still heading over, should have a bead on it in a minute.”
The purple forest was riddled with shadows and an everlasting darkness with the strata lights now dying off into the night. And the two new humans sulking around in this strata were hungry. Especially since wild feral animals had gone and done wild feral animal things to all the rations inside the crashed airship.
Time to go back to the old roots of humanity: Using highly advanced power armor to locate edible plants, shootable animals, and good wood that’s been dried out for a fire. As traditional as it gets.
“Never had deer before.” I said, “You know what they taste like?”
Drakonis had been a hunter before he’d been a soldier. And while Undersider ‘hunters’ were a different breed, given that they hunt machines for their power cells, he still did bring back actual food from the surroundings too.
“Gamey.” He answered. “There’s a few tricks we’ll have to do to get the meat tasting better, and a few tricks we won’t have time to do so you’ll have to make do.”
“Do I really strike you as a picky eater?”