Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2021 2:19:56 GMT
As twilight crept over the savanna, near the base of the decimated plane that had brought their small party crashing to Earth, one Dr. Irving McGalloway sat furiously combing through his scattered research papers. Several had been charred to a crisp in the crash, which had put his mind into a severely agitated state, even for him. It had hardly been 24 hours since the crash landing, and in the entire time he'd been here, rather than assist the rest of the group in getting their collective bearings and deciding what to do about shelter, he'd been in a wild panic over the extensive "personal research" he'd brought along with him, refusing to believe that the vast majority of it had been destroyed.
The Englishman's blood pressure climbed steadily as he darted after a piece of wind-caught paper that contained the chemical structure of a microbe he'd put together years ago. Even his fellow zoologists couldn't tell why he felt the need to bring so much with him; clearly this expedition, being the search for a legendary kingdom, had little or nothing to do with the chemical structure of single-celled organisms.
But this hadn't stopped Irvie, as he was "affectionately" known by his colleagues. Pervy Irvie to those who knew of his attitude towards his female associates. The zoologist was adamant about having every piece of his research accounted for, so the plane crash had rattled far more than just his nerves.
"Ah yes," McGalloway murmured, breathing shakily as a short, manic laugh escaped him. He brushed back his thinning ginger hair as he clutched the paper tightly in his fist, scanning its contents hungrily. "Yes, this is an important one..."
He continued to mutter savagely under his breath as he squatted in the dirt, his entire focus on the file clutched in his clammy hands.