Lancaster pulls a handheld holo-projector and turns it on, revealing a spinning planet and a star beyond it. The monkey-dogs stop moving, stunned by the imagery. Lancaster switches the images, moving from ice planets to deserts to deep oceans, amazing the animals with every switch.
He holds up a finger and pulls out his illuminator. He presses a button and light illuminates in one color, then another, then flashes in several light spectrums.
Lancaster got so into the show himself that he wasn't watching where all the animals were, and one gets close. It leaps up and snaps at him. Lancaster dodges just in time, but its razor claw swipes across his chest, tearing not only a rip in his shirt, but his chest as well. Lancaster clutches his bleeding chest and stumbles back. The other monkey-dogs, snapped out of their daze, look at Lancaster hungrily. It's time to go. Lancaster runs in the direction he was already stumbling, hopping from mossy outcropping to tree stump to small hill. He can hear all the monkey-dogs howling behind him as they take chase, not slowed down at all by the environment.
What should Lancaster do?
