The Red Pike

Nerva’s story part nine

By Red Dragon

Nerva looked down at his Argentavis. “I had it under control.” He said, jokingly. “Thank you for helping me. That pegomastax would have been little more than a nuisance if I had not let myself get slashed across the chest.” He noticed Tyra wasn’t flying correctly. He saw a slash across her wing. Walker must have got her as they were flying away. “No, stop, I can call in a Quetzalcoatlus.” When they arrived back at the base, Nerva’s lieutenant approached. “S-sir, are you alright?” “Do I look alright? I was slashed across the chest and eye!” When Nerva was mostly healed up, he went into the planning room with his generals. “How do we beat them? They have been amassing an army of beasts.” One of his generals said. “Well, you know how we all speak different languages, but the Ark translates them to something we can understand? Goliath has shown intelligence, so maybe the Ark can translate to something he can understand and we can reason with him.” “Sir, with all due respect, that’s a bit of a long shot.” “I know, but desperate times call for desperate measures.”