First Aider of the First-Order

“Send Help,” is all the message read. Mentally, I prepare myself for whatever the challenge.

“Life can be so cheap outside the colonies” I think, mounting my Ostrichasaurus, racing out through the gate and onto the open grassy plains.

Sadly, I’ve learned there’s a greater danger in not knowing what the danger is, than whatever danger is ‘out there,’ and it’s hard not be concerned this may involve another T-Rex. The bird-beast’s jarring gait quickly turns into an all out sprint towards the border lands.

“Effin’ top hat! Third one this week!” I cuss, as it falls from my head.