By the time he'd gotten to the aircraft, the pilot had opened the cockpit. Mars slowed to a halt, satisfied that the pilot couldn't be badly hurt if he'd managed that so quickly. He let the relief he felt show in a huge grin as he spoke.
"Boy, are we glad to see you. I was beginning to think we'd never..."
The pilot looked up at him. His hair was long and bone white. Much, much too long for any military pilot. His clothing--it was no kind of uniform that Mars had ever seen or heard about--made him look like a refugee from a Renfair. He had some kind of goofy looking Fu Manchu mustache as well--another sign that he wasn't in any military Mars had ever heard of--and his skin didn't look right either. It looked waxy and a little green in the moonlight.
"What the hell are you supposed to be?" Mars demanded.
The pilot responded by producing a weapon and shooting him. Mars had just an instant to realize what was happening before everything went black.
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[Edward Mars] Hope Springs Eternal
Date: 2006-09-20 05:18 am (UTC)"Boy, are we glad to see you. I was beginning to think we'd never..."
The pilot looked up at him. His hair was long and bone white. Much, much too long for any military pilot. His clothing--it was no kind of uniform that Mars had ever seen or heard about--made him look like a refugee from a Renfair. He had some kind of goofy looking Fu Manchu mustache as well--another sign that he wasn't in any military Mars had ever heard of--and his skin didn't look right either. It looked waxy and a little green in the moonlight.
"What the hell are you supposed to be?" Mars demanded.
The pilot responded by producing a weapon and shooting him. Mars had just an instant to realize what was happening before everything went black.