"Hey! I was here first!" |
Matey dragged the beaver by main force out of the trench and dropped it a good ten yards away. Was UTB discouraged? Not a bit of it! Art?
"Mine again, puny humans!" |
UTB scuttled back into the trench and I think the Ukes gave up and let him lord it over them*.
Puny human weapon |
Good question! This, apparently, is a Marbled Polecat. It has fallen into the foxhole and cannot get out, and lets the puny humans know this by a series of ferocious hisses whilst baring it's impressively sharp teeth. Art!
If Doctor Doolittle were here he'd be blushing at the polecat's language. The two soldiers decide to drop a mat into the foxhole, hoping that Ol' Poley will take the hint, and the access, and leave. Art!
"*****ing human scum! *** off!" |
Nothing doing. In fact it only seems to make the polecat even angrier, throwing himself at the side of the foxhole in an apparent attempt to rend both soldiers limb from limb, with an intense shrieking. Then one of our heroes has a lightbulb moment. Art!
He judges the throw just right as the polecat hides under the mat, which is fortunate for Volodymyr's fingers. Then -
These last few scenes punctuated by one of the chaps repeatedly saying "Davai!" which is Ukrainian for "Quick!" and indeed Ol' Poley* moves at speed out of the Sinister Human Polecat Prison, and the chap doing the filming laughs heartily. I wonder what would have happened if their sergeant had caught them out of cover? "Sorry, boss - our position has been infiltrated and occupied by an enemy - see?"
Courtesy Gianlorenzo Masini |
This one's pretty clever, and indeed ominous, which the photographer alluded to by describing it as "Who's afraid of shadows?"
The shivering bio-vore, barely
able to concentrate, looked at the small alien with wonder.
‘You
do not seek to kill me or drain my life-energy?’
The
Doctor pursed his lips and made a rude sound.
‘Certainly
not! In return, you need to look around
you and witness what has happened here.
Pass the message on.’
Senior
Kosad (the prisoner) looked around, seeing the temporarily-alive bio-vores who
had been defending the trans-mat complex – seeing them – and here he needed to
make sure his eyes were functioning properly - seeing them helped into thermal
recovery, sent to triage stations, divested of weapons and equipment. No Eviscerations. None.
None at all. Plus, he was alive. By all normal criteria, he should be long
dead.
‘What
is this!’ he whispered in complete and utter confusion, darting a glance back
at Thedoctor.
‘Equality!’
snapped the Doctor. ‘Tolerance. Compassion.
The respect of one sapient life-form for another.’
Kosad
spent what might have been five seconds or five hours watching the rescue and
recovery operation going on. “Rescue”
and “recovery” were concepts he had to invent before actually confronting the
words themselves.
Finally,
he was brought to face the small alien.
‘Goodbye,
Kosad. I doubt we will ever meet
again. Think of what you have seen here,
however!’
The
Senior drew himself up to full height, towering far above the small alien.
‘I
shall. Your name cannot be
Thedoctor. I salute you, Doctor.’
This isn't the bridge itself, it's the road leading to it. One driver fatalistically stated that it would take all day to cross, not least because everything that gets onto the bridge has to be searched, and searched thoroughly, before it gets passed on.
It looks more like a volcanic explosion than a fuel fire, which is what you get when 40,000 tons of fuel goes up in flames. Conrad suspects that the FSB and Army officers who bought holiday homes in Krim a few years back are going to have trouble selling them now.
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