I'm back once again, Out of the Void of Time

Cravings for writing... I have just been out of touch with writing for awhile, got out of it and now I'm trying to get back in.  I have the next posting for The Hidden Trap.  So without me spilling about, lets get on with the story.

            Mort awoke to pitch blackness again, and felt everything moving, he could hear Chancer moan; there was something about what Griff said… “The Box”. They must be hurling through the air inside this metal cage.  Suddenly everything jolted, sending Mort and Chancer into the ceiling of the box.  As quickly as it happened, Mort was surprised they were still in one piece.  The main door automatically opened and all they could see was green foliage around them.

            “Where are we?” Mort asked.

            Chancer grumbled awake and looked out the door. “Stupid Griff, he thinks we don’t know his tricks.  We are in the prison area, just on the outskirts of it.  I’m sure of it.” He rubbed his head vigorously.  He stood at the door and stared in the northern direction.  “See there’s the guard towers and the actual ship is landing…Wait a minute! We’re on the outside of the fence!” He yelled in terror.

            “What’s so bad about being outside the fence, isn’t it better since we don’t want to be here anyway?” Mort asked confused.  In his eyes this could be the best thing, he could get back to space and find out why Cynthia had carted him off to a prison planet.  He could even start a better life.

            “Because, Dim Wit! We now have to survive the Norchalla that roam the forest!” Chancer held his head in his hand for a moment then stared back at Mort.

            “Obviously their dangerous…” Mort started.

            “Dangerous? They’ll eat anyone who escapes the prison! I’ve never seen one, but they say that their teeth are four inches long with grotesque tusks petruding from their upper jaw.  I heard from a buddy of mine who got released a year ago from this place, that he saw a guard torn in two by one of the beast.”

            “Can we make weapons?”

            “No, we were put in the box remember?” Chancer spat sarcastically.

            “I meant from the forest, surely we can make something to defend ourselves, I mean the guards that run supplies have to have ammo depots or something here.” Mort replied rather calmly.

            Mort stepped outside and grabbed three long sticks from one of the low hanging trees.  He smiled and pulled out a blade from his shoe.  “Break this one stick up into three more pieces then we’ll have some sharp weapons to defend with.”

            “How’d that get by security? Wait, I don’t want to know.” Chancer smiled.  The two busied themselves with creating the right tools to fight.

            “What did you used to do?” Chancer asked.

            “Construction and before that ship building, that’s what I really miss.” Mort replied.

            “Zero Gee?” Chancer asked.

            “Only the best way to do it, anyway, got pulled back to Pareg II when my father died and my ex was after my money ever since.” Mort scowled.

I know, its not as much as you want, but its what I have right now, more will be written.  Blah, Blah, Blah. Talk later peoples.