The Quarter Moon

And there I was. Lost within the Amazonian jungles of the Prilac sector. I hate traveling the Ferral dimension. I was called in to bring some wackjob doctor in for questioning. I found the doctor, but the Directorate failed to inform me that he's one of the most feared creatures in the universe.......A Werebear. I was trained for this kinda stuff. I'm knee deep in mud, everything in front of me is green, and the only thing I hear is the crash of lightning from the stormshowers. At least, that's what I hope it is. Otherwise, it sounds like my Werebear doc is gettin hungry. Not many people know how to stop a Werebear. The only weakness is the shot of a silver plasma rifle/pistol round. That's what I hear anyway. No one's ever lived long enough to shoot one off on a werebear. I always keep on just in case. Let's hope I'm quick enough. I need some jams to loosen me up a bit. I'm glad I brought my I.S.D issued Zune(product placement). I put it on random. A lot of this music is put on by the Directorate. Some of it just sounds weird. Anyway, all of a sudden, I hear something. A vicious growl. It's here. I look around me. I can't see anything. The sun is gone now. Nothing left but me, the werebear, and the jungle darkness. Suddenly, lightning strikes and I can see everything around me. Especially, the werebear charging towards me. I didn't know what to do. I thought this was the end(for real). But right as I was being charged a song started playing on my Zune. I couldn't understand it, especially the parts about big cheese, asswipes, and hashpipes. All I knew is that I couldn't help but jam out. If I was gonna go, then I was gonna go rocking. And as soon as I began rocking out with the air guitar, the werebear joined in. It could hear my music. It was rocking rhythm air guitar for me. And at that moment we bonded. We reached a bond that seemed impossible for to living things to reach. We became bros at that moment. When the song finally finished, the creature stood there in confusion trying to figure out where the music went. I decided to take this time to blast his shit into next week. He tried to jump at me, but I was able to get him. Right between the eyes. It was over and I could finally take it in for questioning. But I really wish, I could've gotten the shot off sooner. The damn thing got me pretty good.

Until Next Time,
Christopher DeLaPaz I.S.D out

The End (Not Really)

It all came down to my mistake. I thought I had it all figured out. But it seemed liked Barthalog got the jump on me. I was flagged. The Intergalactic Space Directorate sent out a warrant for my permenent termination. Chills went down my spine. I was alone now. All I had was my Level 387B Space Cruiser(Your basic hunk-o-junk ISD cruiser, but it's gotten me out of a lot of tight spots), my intergalactic space plasma rifle/pistol, and DethKlaw(my stuffed werebear. He helps me sleep at night). I figured it to be right. The hunter becomes the hunted. I new I should've verified my email address in the Directorate's mainframe. I guess I'll just have to request a renewal. But that'll mean a trip to HQ. I wasn't expecting a trip to Wetchbak(Space Mexico) so soon. Oh well, looks like another sticky situation.

Until next time,
Christopher De La Paz I.S.D.