Olsen continued. “Well Timothy told us to concentrate on long range weapons.”
“Yes,” Audrey interjected, “He’s right. We have no chance at close combat. Have you seen those things?”
“Never,” Jack replied, “and I would have been quite happy for it to stay that way.”
Looking downwards, Olsen said to himself, “Me too.”
Audrey knew the fruitless nature of the way their conversation was going. “So we tried the catapult like weapons. What about the guns, the heaviest they’ve got?”
Olsen frowned. “As Timothy said earlier. It’s all about balance. We need to have something that can do substantial damage without not being to maneuver. We need to decide by the morning though so that we get some practice.”
Audrey went over to the Zeplins, and told them to affix their heaviest, a rocket launcher.
“Where do Zeplins come from anyway?” Jack asked perplexed.
Audrey shook her head. “Really? Did nobody teach you nothin’? They are aliens captured and brought here from another world.”
Olsen laughed. “I heard that they are genetically altered humans.”
All the time, the Zeplins never flinched from the task at hand of modifying Audrey’s chair. They were small in stature, even the tallest being barely three feet, blue with a head that seemed too large for their frame.
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