Time - 1990s
Location - A New Planet Character - Knight Conflict - Lost Sir Galahad’s Excellent Adventure The suns were high and askew in the sky when Sir Galahad finally fell to his knees. The overlapping metal plates of armor at the joints sunk into the hot sand, crunching in a barely audible screech. The knight yanked his molten hot helmet from his head and tossed it down with a dull thud. If there had been a breeze, even the slightest whisper of moving air, his auburn locks would have danced about his head. It was not, however, windy, and the tresses clumped in wet strings around his face and down his neck. I’m not going to make it. Using both hands to shade his eyes from the two angles of the suns, Sir Galahad scanned the horizon. Nothing but desert greeted him back. Even the wreckage of his trusty intergalactic steed was no longer in sight. He was utterly, completely, hopelessly lost. Afraid that if he came to a total rest that he would not get moving again, the knight remained stiffly kneeling and reached for the saddlebags that were responsible for the indentation in the sand behind him tracing his journey so far. They felt lighter than they should be. That could only mean he was running out of water. He uncorked the bag with a satisfying pop and peeked winkingly into the bladder. Giving it a slosh before knocking back the contents into his ready mouth, Galahad reckoned there was about a liter left. Plenty for the day and night, but what about tomorrow? What about the next day? The next week? He hadn’t seen a single soul since crash landing on this miserable desert planet, and he certainly wasn’t holding his breath that someone would magically come along now. He finally allowed himself to rock back on his haunches, getting closer to accepting failure and subsequent death. When the knight's shiny rear end clanked against the scalloped metal of his feet, a different sort of clunking resonated underneath the metallic scraping of his armor touching. It was echoing and substantial. It was... Of course! How could I forget?! Tugging his hands free from their silver gauntlets, Sir Galahad pried the hip juncture of his armor with one hand while the other snaked inside. His brow furrowed and his tongue writhed, all while the fishing hand continued to dig below the sheets of his armor. With a triumphant grunt, he wrenched free, falling back on the hot sand and clutching the heavy gray case of a Game Boy. Of course! Galahad was practically giggling with glee as his shaking hands set to prying open the portable video game. Careful to keep the highly advanced circuit boards away from and out of the sand, Galahad chuckled to himself. Just like Geordi. It wouldn't be more than a couple hours before he could boost the energy to the output power and rewire the circuit series to his busted comm-link. With any luck, he'd be relaying his last known coordinates to the Round Table before darkness brought unknown evil to these dunes.
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