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Date: Wed, 4 Mar 1998 14:08:06 GMT+8
Subject: JQ: Tower of Babel---Part 7 of ?
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I never did know when the next Fic Awards are going to be held.
Can somebody tell me the exact date (no matter how far off it still
is)?
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DISCLAIMER: As usual, I have not, am not, and will not make any fics
as a bloody source of income. However, I DO own the Tower
of Babel plot, and will take any action I see fit when
somebody tries to take it.
CATEGORY: E
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TOWER OF BABEL---PART 7 OF ?
> Iraqi Airspace
> Babylon, Iraq
The moon seemed to emit an air of menace, as it floated calmly
below a thick blanket of grey clouds. Suddenly, the Dragonfly pierced
through them, its engines whispering out to the midnight air.
"Something's wrong," Estella frowned as she glanced down at the
desert below. "The dunes..."
Jonny, Jessie, and Hadji bolted to the nearest viewport, and
gasped at the sight below.
"The sand...it's shifting," Hadji remarked with a misplaced air
of calm. "Probably an earthquake."
Shadows cast by the sand dunes seemed to turn to rubber:
lengthening and elongating at an unbelievable rate. It seemed as if
the entire desert had turned into a seething ocean.
"You're right, Hadji," Dr. Quest nodded in affirmation while
checking his laptop. "At this moment, Baghdad's experiencing an
earthquake..."
He stopped abruptly, frowning as the text that scrolled on the
screen, "...at 8.1 intensity...Its epicenter is right in the heart of
Babylon."
Without warning, an adamant claw of red-hot stone stabbed through
the sand, stopping after a few feet. From its base flowed a brilliant
stream of lava.
"What the...?"
Another claw shot up, followed by another, then another: until
the once-calm sands below were shadowed by an expanse of the
miniature ziggurats and a sea of seething lava.
"The tremors have stopped," Dr. Quest declared, setting aside his
computer. "Race, can you find a solid spot for us to land? We simply
have to investigate those...things below."
"I couldn't agree any more..." Estella nodded as she started for
the cabin.
Race sternly shook his head at the scene below, "There's no way I
can get the Dragonfly down within a three-mile radius...But I think I
can drop you off..."
> Babylonian Desert
> Babylon, Iraq
"Whoa!" Lorenzo shouted in alarm as a thin ribbon of lava
streamed between his feet. "Boss, I think we'd better get out of
here."
Surd ignored his comment, his mobile finger pressing on a comm
switch on his chair. "Zin, where is it?"
"Oh, the Tower?" came the doctor's innocent reply. "You haven't
seen nothing yet."
Without warning, the ground beneath their feet lurched so
violently that Surd's wheelchair lurched backwards, slamming into
Lorenzo's back and sending him headfirst into the sand. Another crack
filled the air, so loud and clear that Surd mistook it for lightning.
Then, right before their very eyes, the Tower of Babel rose...
* * * * * * *
The sensation of the wind roaring in his ears nearly overwhelmed
Jonny that he nearly puked. Bandit's faint yelp of excitement gave
him the curiosity to open his eyes...into the red midnight sky.
Red?
He forgot his nausea and scanned the ground below them. The
lava's brilliant glow seemed to taint the sky, painting it a menacing
shade of crimson. The short obsidian claws that rushed up at them
seemed more forbidding from their point of view.
"...now!" drifted Jessie's weak call. "Pull the cord, NOW!"
Jonny suddenly recalled that they were in midair; plummeting
towards the tremor-stricken desert below at a sickening speed. He
reacted instinctively by jerking at the cord that he had
unconsciously wrapped around his fist when they leapt off the
Dragonfly.
The sharp jerk of his parachute slowing his fall made the
shoulder straps bite into his shoulders. Another glance around him
showed Hadji holding Bandit tightly in an arm, Jessie and his father
not a long distance away from where he drifted. Estella was the
farthest: unfolding her parachute first.
"Be alert, people," Dr. Quest's strong voice warned them. "We're
going down."
The five circles of polyester lazily descended into the rock-torn
sands below...
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