'Bengal Tiger in the sky Watching with your watchful eye Davey Crockett with a laser rocket Find the poachers camp and shock it Don't let Rhino go the way of the Dino Nature drunk is the best thing I know The future role of military Protect the beast, protect the berry'
By 2025, mega fauna has been reduced to mere residuals, and the people of Earth have shifted focus from false flag terror to the true terror of a world without animals and their forest homes. In the near future world, Project Skytyger was launched to remedy the situation. Fed info from satellites and funded on a sliding scale, all nations donated to the project which became the largest, best trained and most well funded in history. These are the stories of the Skytygers, to boldly seek and destroy the poachers worldwide.
Rule 1: Skytygers are not to engage in any form of communication. (By the time we call out the ST, all the talking has been done). Rule 2: No crying to your mama. You made your bed now roast in it Rule 3: Watch Cable Channel 888 for continuous 24hr coverage, and a chance to ride on a mission with ST. Must be 12 yrs or older and show cable receipt.
Mission 77, Liwande Milawi National Park, June 5th, 2025
Case of the River Raiders Three men in a river skiff, darkness their cloak, headed into no-mans land with lethal intentions. Spears and gigs at the ready, flashlights at the steady, poachers and their prey, equally unaware of each it's own impending doom. Ribbons of moonlight quiver across their wake atop the surface of still river waters, highlighting the red gleaming eyes of their protected targets. In they swoop for the illegal, immoral -and ill fated- kill. Now a mere 12 clicks behind and 150' above, Skytyger approaches in stealth tech mode, groundspeed 125 knots. "Lights out, we're going to infra candle power mates" came the order from Johnny Sand, leader of this squad. "Aye" came the reply as all underway lights fell dim, replaced by the low hum of stealth tech. "There they are" whispered the squad leader. "Light 'em up."
Laser rockets burned red tracking smoke at the speed of sound and then some, allowing the rockets to pierce the water just behind the skiff, effectively tearing the very hull from bulkhead and infrastructure. Before the poachers knew what was happening, they were afloat without a boat, and in the middle of Shire River. "Add some seasoning" came the order, and Skytyger circled 'round one time, dropping female crocodile urine into the mix. "Let's go home" he concluded, and as they rose in the early morning sky, the tell tale wake of a thousand crocodiles could be seen converging on the sinking boat. "Let's go home" he repeated in a whisper. Stay tuned next week for the continuing adventures of Skytiger!