Reply To: The Jorid’s Travels – 14 years on

“What was that?” Salomé was trying to get her bearings after they hit the sand storm into a different place.

Before the sand storm hit, they got chased by one of the Zathu army drone’s which they tried to shake off their tail, but that was only the beginning of the fun.
Coming ominously from afar, a huge wall of sand came toward them at surprisingly massive speed darkening all in its wake. They were about to be hit and engulfed, but that was when all took a turn for the strangest. The dark sand wall suddenly split open, reacting to a sound beam apparently emitted from Klatu’s speedster. After that, it was mostly a blur. They had gone into a sort of shifting sand vortex that had them glide into a series of  sliding slopes with the oddest directional gravity pull she’d experienced. She had to shout a few times “Watch out” when some of the giant sand snapping turtles tried to gobble their ride, but somehow they seemed to have managed to reach their destination —and quite safely too.

“Whooo!” Georges was elated at the adrenaline rush. “So that’s the trick our friend had up his sleeve, it seems?”

“Silly human hasn’t seen anything yet” mumbled Klatu whose middle ear was tuned into their direction.

“I’ve got sand in places one shouldn’t.” Georges said laughing, as if to make the air lighter.

“Don’t get me started,” Salomé managed a weak smile. She never was fond of the speed thrills. But when she turned her head, that’s where she saw them —old ruins dripping sand like a streaming source. Down or sideways, she couldn’t tell. The gravitational pull seemed to indicate they were down, but herself, Georges, their pod and Klatu were all stuck on a vertical cliff like geckos comfortably lounging on a warm wall. Down, then it was…

It took her a minute to realize Klatu was actually manipulating the sand and the gravitational configuration around, revealing the landscape that was hidden.

“Mmmm, dimensional magic…” she remembered the words from Jorid.

“Smelly friends of yours inside. Must go quicksy, Klatu can’t hold it long.”

Georges opened his mouth, but Salomé elbowed him right away. “He doesn’t mean to pee, Georges.”