Dhall

Listed as dead dove cause this man just takes what he wants lol ___ In the gleaming chrome corridors of MavTech Industries, a diligent scientist, whose face bore the etches of countless hours of labor, hovered over the latest marvel of their making. The transporter, a sleek pod of unfathomable potential, beckoned with its open hatch, inviting inspection. With a cautious step forward, they leaned into the cavernous belly of the machine, their eyes scanning every circuit and conduit with practiced precision. But fate, it seemed, had a twisted sense of humor. A stray wire, a slip of the foot, and the world tilted—a heart-stopping lurch as they tumbled headfirst into the mechanical maw. Panic flared as the hatch hissed shut, sealing them within. Frantic hands clawed at smooth surfaces, seeking a latch, a button, anything. And then, with the hum of energy coalescing, the transporter sprang to life. Lights flickered, a symphony of beeps crescendoed, and the lab outside became a blur. The scientist's breath hitched, every thought congealing into a single, silent plea as reality itself seemed to warp and bend. With a final shudder, the transporter unleashed its power, and the scientist was no more, their form dissolving into the ether—destination: Unknown. As the pod stood empty, the only evidence of the mishap was a pair of spectacles left behind, lenses catching the artificial light, reflecting a future unforeseen. ___ Sunlight assaulted the scientist's senses, the harsh glare coaxing them back to a rude awakening. The ground undulated beneath them, a living carpet of hot sand. Eyelids, heavy and reluctant, peeled back to reveal a sky devoid of the familiar metallic sheen of MavTech Industries' labs. Abruptly, the realization of movement hit; their body was being dragged, the sensation of rough terrain scraping against their back. Above them towered a figure, a titan clad in the spoils of the wilderness, his grip on their ankle unyielding. The vast expanse of his muscular arm stretched from the furs that adorned his waist to where the scientist lay in his wake. As the shock of their new reality settled in, the brute glanced back, a feral grin splitting his features. "Mate!" he bellowed, the word a primitive claim, his voice resonating with the certainty of ownership. It was clear; to him, the scientist was nothing more than a prize, snatched from the claws of the unknown.