Hey, what about Ralph? He's not exactly a pacifist! :p Though I guess I have been sorta cautious with him since the infamous argument with the vykkers while Anni was pretty much dying. But come to think of it, although that probably wasn't the best time for it, that's actually the sort of thing that made it interesting.

Hembar still has plenty of cards to play, too, though, so I'd better take full advantage of that. The biggest problem I have, though, is just getting lost with where everyone's at. It's a pity we couldn't have some way of showing where every character currently is at the moment. But oh well.. I guess I shouldn't have lost Groll, he was actually a fairly good character now I think about it XD Anyways... I think it's about time I finally resurfaced and got into some IC.

Also... what happened to WaterMelody and Scri? (hope I got the names right XD)


IC:

Hembar nodded, "I see. Vykkers somehow seem to be at the root of everything..." she was more thinking aloud than talking to Anni now. "Well... it was nice to meet you, Anni, hopefully I'll see you around. But now I think it's time I did a little... scouting."
She started walking toward the building.

<•-•-•-•-•>

Ralph followed the dark skinned mudokon slowly and at a distance so as not to be heard. He saw the vykker who had confronted him before join her and they had a short discussion, then he led her away somewhere.
Great, this one has his "pet" here... Although this explains his "copyright" tirade.
He decided against following again. Returning to the cafeteria, he found that the place had rapidly filled since he and the others left.
He stood in the doorway, slowly looking round the room, analysing each and every individual in it. He stopped as his eyes ran across Doe. That mudokon... he'd seen him earlier, and back then it had bothered him too. He'd have to watch that one.

OOC: I'll make a character later. As in, a jerk one, obviously.

I think you all misunderstood.... Splat didn't mean jerk characters specifically. Just no more mudlover sligs as it's not realy natural. Just normal sligs who either hate mudokons or doesn't like em much. Not because they HAVE to be mean. But more because all sligs hate mudokons. Have a normal slig for once.

Also... A personal request. NO MORE EXPERIMENTS! :P

I'll probably want to join this again, taking in Javi, razer and maybe Kix too if/when slaveless gives her up.
I just need to find the time to join again. Right now I can't be arsed :p



EDIT: All that said. Jerk/evil characters are cool too though, as they can create tension and suspense.


Even more EDIT: Gretin.... I really liked your slig Groll. Me and splat were talking about... How sliggish he really was. Which was a nice change for once.

OOC: here's a way, Gretin, if we all did it for easy reference.

CORIDOOR OUTSIDE OF CAFETERIA;
IC: Nox listened to Jerr's reply;

"green visor...head of security, i'll have to keep an eye out for him. yeah, my names Nox, Veteran class, and i might look stressed because...well...yeh see this?" Nox held up his right forearm with the intricate, black tattoo upon it,

"i dunno if you heard of the 'D&M' war, it might be a bit before your time, but it lasted for 3 years, and i fought in the odd forsaken thing from beginning to end, for Slig Barracks. now, going what i've gone through 'aint no easy ride, and you dont get away with it either," Nox tapped the side of his head darkly, raising his voice a little,

"and what do you get for a ruined life and a guilt ridden mind?! a tattoo stating your Veteran class and a pat on the back. huh."

you tell it Nox! YEAH, you tell it!

"s***, sorry Jerr, thats what it does to yeh. messes up your bloody mind. do you know how half my friends in Slig Barracks died after the war, once they'd received Veteran status? blew their brains out, jumped off some high walkway or got p****d and got themselves killed in some pub fight. only the deranged dont kill 'emselves after them ordeals, which explains me. anyway, enough o' that depressing crap, i'd best make myself busy."

[this plot has been diregarded]
Please ignor this post

OOC: So make the Sligs like on the games? Ok. :D
IC: Roy was now paying more attention to Lenny then he was to Vester. He felt more comfurtable with a pants-less Slig then a Big Bro. "I'm from Paramonia but came here to get a job." He replied smiling. Now letting go of Lenny's hand he looked around the cafeteria. "I guess I'll try and look for a Boss now.." He said walking a way from the two some. Roy then noticed a Glukkon(Nokkug) standing on a table. "On second thought I think I'll stay with you two a little longer." He said walking back over to Lenny and Vester with his legs shaking.

I'm sure everyone appreciates your effort... But this plot has been done already kind of... Twice :p

Really? Crap I thought I had something good there... Do you want me to remove that post or is the plot to repeat?

OOC: Here too:

Name: Kotez
Gender: Male
Species: Steef
Age: 18
Appearance: Wears a pair of modded/stitched jeans, topless (thinking of getting tattoos). Still shaves horns out of habit. Short hair with ponytail on end.
Personality: Like a typical Slig, really. Though he doesn't smoke, he drinks, and is rude and arrogant. Despite his own species being somewhat more accepted than it was at first, he still shows resentment towards lower class workers, Mudokons being the usual target. even towards 'fellow' Sligs, not always especially polite. Enjoys exercise.
Weapons/equipment: Hand pistol in belt and a pair of metal knuckles, both usually in side pockets.
Backstory: Relatively soon after Steef became more nationally accepted, A younger Kotez managed to get himself enrolled in Slig armed forces training, obviously having to pay for it, as discrimination was still around. Despite being bullied in his earlier times, he soon became more accepted among the Sligs, and even made a couple of friends. As such, he considered himself one of them, following the same views and interests generally (though not as lazy offcourse). Eventually, he left with his firearms diploma, and decided to try to enroll at the Rupture Farms he'd heard so much of. Apparently it had been well kept by Molluck, and now had a new owner. Hopefully he was as good as Molluck had been...

Well see... It wouldn't have been such a problem if it wasn't done just recently. If you read back, you'll see that Splat's character Stivik, was a spy sent by the cartel to Arnie's factory, to get him in trouble because they didn't like this free-mud deal. So Stivik snooped around, taking note of several things that was wrong with the factory, and got Arnie in trouble. So not the cartel sent Dionysia here for him to babysit. Also, Krik, Dionysia's creator came to the factory too, to inspect things.

Now a new glukkon suddenly being sent just seems a bit silly :p

umm... I take it you want that plot rid of then?

I'm just saying that the plot would mess the current plot up.... But if you really wanna do this, then you should take it up with Splat and Dripik for advice and see if you can fit it in somehow.

OOC: Surprised?

IC:

Kix realized quickly that the plan to be clever and get past Dionysia was not working out as well as she would have hoped. Before she could react, Jim replied to Dionysia explaining why they were traveling. A little frightened to see the reaction by Dionysia, she waited and watched the horror.

All that was done was that Dionysia make a jerk comment how Anni should die, and left mocking them. Pure fury flowed through her as her triceps contracted while she made a fist. She was about to shout off a list of nasty words toward her, along with a few she's never said before, but Jim restrained her and relaxed her. Of course, this didn't stop her from wanting to release her rage. All she could do was make the Mudokon angry sound and mutter under her breath, "Next time blacky, you're dead."

Kix took a few moments to catch onto what was being said to her by Jim. She spun around to Jim and snapped, "Well, that doesn't mean she isn't gonna get it! Come on, let's go the garden."

Storming off in the corridors, hoping Jim would follow her, she thought about how that Dionysia girl had it coming. She had no right in saying that about Anni. In fact, most Sligs didn't even say that, even if they were annoyed! Why did she do that? What made her feel so proud, so disrespetful? More importantly, why didn't anyone complain?

In her fury, she found her way to the Stockyards. There she found a surprise. The garden did not just have one Mudokon, but a second. The first was Anni, who seemed fine. However, the second Mudokon was one she didn't recgonize at all. She seemed to be a little odd looking, almost native like. This took a shock on her, since it had been a while since she saw someone in a native uniform. She asked in puzzled manner, "Um, hello..."

At last, the truth finally waned into existance, but Kix wasn't surprised. She knew it was there the whole time, but she was too blind to see it. Everything is changing, and life is too.

IC: "D&M? That rings a bell but I can't remeber... Oh well. Well I hope-" Jerr stopped abruptly. Searching for the right words he found that there wasn't a good way to put this. "Err... Your mind gets better. I wonder why the other war... Vet... Whatever there called killed themsleves? I mean if you had that kind of rank you'd have to have some sort of famous thingy. Weird." Finished Jerr. "Either way I have to get back to work as well. So it was nice to meet you." Walking off in direction of the stairs, he decided that he'd take the lift instead seeing as that was easier. But when he got there, it seemed broken even to a slig. Deciding that it wasn't a good idea to take either he simply stayed at the floor he was at now. Walking around he found that not many people were in the corridors. Bored, he wondered where he should patrol. Scratching his back he thought about asking Slig #7 for an ideal place to guard. Not entirely wanting to work at the moment, he just wandered a little more until he ended up by the cafeteria again. Very bored he decided to work instead of wander. He wondered what he could do as work, as he stood by the cafeteria door.

OOC: We still have the problem of Dripik. Should someone else take control of his characters, since we kinda need someone to employ newcomers, I presume, and run the factory?

IC: Kotez got off the train, carrying nothing but his pistol, knuckles, guard form and a bottle of Soulstorm. He took a swig to finish it off, and threw the empty bottle back into the train as the doors closed. Observing the form, containing details about himself for employment, he folded it and put it into a side pocket. He stretched his arm out and yawned, and looked around. Certainly not as shabby as where he'd been bought up and trained, that at the very least seemed a good sign. After taking a quick look at the map, he decided the cafeteria, which was usually the place where, at this time of the morning, everyone would be having breakfast and socialising. He eventually found the cafeteria and stopped dead in the doorway. Sligs, yes, but Mudokons were there too, not working, all slacking off in here. He rubbed his eyes and looked more cloesly. Some of the Sligs and Muds even seemed to be...talking to each other. His best guess was that this was the Muds cafeteria before they were sent to work, and all these Sligs had been punished and lowered to Mudokon rank. No, many of them still had weapons, and he spied the head Glukkons (or at least he thought they were) also sat at a table, eating. What was this, Mud lovers club?...perhaps they would all disperse into normal work positions later. He just stood at the door for the moment.

OOC:
I didn't say I want to give my characters and position up. I just expressed my opinion on the current state of the RPG, and wondered what do you all think about it. I'm going to participate as soon as I'm done with my exams.

...Were you planning something here, Zerox? ;)

OOC: One more thing to all of you: One thing that is extremely annoying when RPing is having to read a HUGE chunk of text. Please divide your posts into more Paragraphs, and spare my eyes from bleeding :fuzemb:

Huge chunks of text makes me ignore the post entirely.

OOC: Not really, I just thought you'd said you were rather fed up with the RP. Do well on those exams at the very least.

K T-nex.

OOC: Is there anyone at the Laboratory? I need to know, since I can't post as Slap anymore if I don't. And nor can Venks.

IC:

OOC: I eat babies.
IC:
Lenny clambered up Vesters armored arm, up the BigBros massive shoulder, and crawled along his friends neck, until Lenny was perched on Vesters head, like a deranged bird thing. The little pantless slig grinned at Roy, and asked, "Why you come here? Looking for a job as a worker?"
Vester blinked, and gazed at Roy, facinated by the mudokons strange, purple-toned skin. His yellow-orange eye covers clicked as he 'blinked' then the BigBro reached out towards Roy, asking, "Your skin is funny..."
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Cylepso skidded to a stop just outside the cafteria. She gasped, leaning over and resting her pink-nailed hands on her knees, inhaling mightly, "Damn, thats the last frigging time I run that fast!"

Nah, I meant more like a way of showing EVERYONE who is in a particular place at a particular time, but that's really more work than it's worth. I mean, it's still a good idea to make it clear where our characters are, but it still means searching back to see who's in a room.

IC:

Ralph stepped inside and to the side of the entrance to the cafeteria as he noticed more people coming up. He noticed the steef (Kotez) come to the doorway and look around the room, apparently with some disgust.
He'd never actually seen a steef before, but he had knowledge from... actually, he had no idea where it came from, he just somehow knew that it was called a steef. He looked straight at the newcomer and spoke casually:

"Hello."

<•-•-•-•-•>

Just as Hembar was leaving Anni, she felt something... anger... She could sense that someone was headed this way, and whoever it was was obviously not in the greatest mood right now!

She stopped walking and turned to where it was coming from. Due to her eyesight being far greater than that of a normal mudokon, she saw the two mudokons walking towards them (I'm assuming Jim followed Kix) before they were close enough to see her, but she decided to just wait.

As they approached the female mudokon who seemed to be in the lead suddenly seemed surprised as she noticed Hembar there. "Um, hello..." she said, sounding confused.

"Hi!" Hembar decided to go with the excessively friendly approach, "How you doing?"

Jim had to sort of run to keep up with Kix on her way out of the factory. She was stomping along rather quickly and he wasn't sure tapping her on the shoulder and saying 'sorry' would do much good.
When they'd got to Anni's garden he was somewhat out of breath, and somewhat disappointed that Anni wasn't there, until they noticed her further in the stockyards talking with some other mudokon girl. "There sure are a lot of those about," He thought as he hurried after Kix again.
While Kix's attention went to the stranger, Jim (who had been considerably more shaken by the whole thing, since he had actually ben there when Anni had leapt up and run off) went straight to her. "Anni, are you ok? What happened?"

Anni looked uncomfortable, realising her lies to Hembar were about to be exposed and not wanting to have to try and explain. "Oh, you know what it's like in there," She said, trying to sound cheerful but at the same time not cheerful, which didn't really work, "I just needed some fresh air. Well, you know, fresher air than the air inside the factory."

Jim looked concerned. "Are you sure? I mean you looked pretty-"
"It's fine; don't worry about it! Come on, I want you to show me how to work this pump in my garden!" And she started dragging him back over there.

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Krik, blessedly, did not have as many tests to do as he had had last time; just a few syringes, drawing samples and testing chemicals. He did find time to have a conversation with her while he worked. "We've been working on the genetic code for the new prototype," He informed her in a low voice.
She gave a sort of disinterested shrug. She was sitting, looking the other way like a chastised child, occasionally wincing or jerking when he injected her. she had no interest in the next prototype black-skin they talked about so much; as far as she was concerned it was something that didn't affect her at all.
"Yes," Krik went on in a conversational voice, "In fact some of the scientists are saying that when its done you'll be of no use to us anymore."
"Oh, who?" She snapped angrilly.
Krik just smiled, "Oh, just a couple of the team."
She turned around to look him in the eyes, "And what'll you do to me then?" She asked coldly. She thought he was saying this to try and upset her; she didn't believe it and she was trying to back his lie into a corner. It was, afterall, what she was made for.
His smile didn't waver. "I think we'll just have to wait and see," He told her. She looked shocked, her mouth hanging open, and she lowered her head.

IC: Kotez still stood there, then noticed a peculiar looking Mud walk up to him and greet him. How was it allowed to do that without a guard? Was security slack like this everywhere? No wonder Abe managed to single-handedly ruin Rupture Farms last time...he looked down at him "Shouldn't you be working right now?"
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Sturg remained outside the lab, sat in his wheelchair. He just wished he could walk at the moment. He'd try later, but he didn't feel up to it at the moment. He overheard something inside about some dark-skin Mudokon. He wasn't interested particularly in something about the Mudokons, but... "when it's done you'll be of no use to us anymore" They were saying that about a Mudokon...what about himself? He'd entrusted these Vykkers with trying to help repopulate his presumably all but extinct species. Would they, after benefitting from him, turn on him, too? He wheeled back into the lab to see what was going on, but remained quiet. He didn't want to risk anything until he was in something of a better condition.
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Silph just stood up and shook his head as the kid got distracted and ignored him. "Now, this is why I don't bother trying to be 'nice' to anyone" he thought to himself "'cause no one gives a s*it what I do for them..." he stomped out the cafeteria in frustration, and just hung about outside, grumbling to himself.
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Obviously the Glukkons and co. were busy. Slash thought he better not bother them right now. He looked behind him. Though the satchel was useful for carrying stuff, it was kind of annoying, particularly how it put off his aeronautics. He needed somewhere to put it, and there didn't seem to be any lockers at the moment, he'd have to inquire about some or make some or something later. He flew to the lab, where someone usually was. He saw a Vykker (Krik) and a female Mudokon, which didn't seem too happy at the moment, probably because of worry from an operation she may be having. He felt rather sympathetic, and thought he ought to try to cheer her up a bit. He put a hand on her shoulder "I'm sure everything is going to be fine, whatever operation or whatever-it-is you're having. Don't worry, I'm sure this Vykker knows what he's doing." he lifted his head up to the Vykker "I've got this satchel of mine and a...Tomahawk I think it was? But I need somewhere safe to put them for now. Do you think you could keep an eye on them for now? It's getting annoying carrying them around."

OOC: Okay I was too much of a lazy bum to edit my last post, so...I post it :p and I post teh bios for more requested mean people later 8D.

IC

(CAFETERIA)

Agent watched Dimitrio begin bawling. Tiro and Tiny watched him, oblivious to anything else. The sensitive slig wiped his hard visors pointlessly, his eyes welling up with tears behind them. He froze. Something on the floor snuck up behind him. He whisked around to see the orangy (Infra red visors=heat vision) crawling slig figure on the floor. Agent. He cowered backwards and whimpered as she cornered him. He screamed.
"HELP SHE'S GONNA KILL ME I KNOW SHE IS!" He yowled. She swore.
"Oddamnit, I'm not gonna kill you!" She froze and looked sheepishly at the floor. She looked embarrassed and guilty alright. He narrowed his eyes and sniffled.
"You-you're sorry?" He said in disbelief. "You are not! You hate me!" He huffed and faced the cold wall. She tutted and shook her head sadly.
"...I don't, I..." She lacked the words to say. This was impossible. "...Who are you?" She winced. That question posed a big risk. He cried against the wall and slid down it.
"You - DON'T EVEN REMEMBER MY NAME!" He wailed. Guilt-stricken, shock hit her as she realised something.

"Oh no..." She whispered. Horror and guilt consumed her. How could she forget these things? She was out of the door in a flash of scurrying butchy arms.
"MR. SPRINKLES!" Even he was left staring at her charge off and out of the room.
"...Mr. Sprinkles...?" He uttered in disbelief.

Tiro stood and stared at the mess, like Tiny the huge slig was. He didn't see the machine stepping up behind him. Something yanked that blunderbuss away from his little mudokon arms. He turned to see who it was in an instant, but only saw a blur of green and glowing eyes. Just before that rifle-butt smacked him right across the face. He was knocked to the ground and still yelping pitifully as it beat him down. A bruise formed with each successive hit. It was Scarface beating him. He seethed and breathed with each smack at the mudokon, whacking him with each word.
“Don't – you – ever – take – my – gun – AGAIN!” He finished him off with another swipe that sent him sliding across the floor. He didn't know the rules here. Sure, the mudokons were up and walking around, but someone was gonna shoot them before he did right? He didn't question he had did something wrong until a huge hand yanked him off the ground. He was stuck hanging, yelling and swinging there while Tiny held him off the ground in a sort of punishment. Dimitrio was already up, comforting a crying Tiro and yelling all sorts of things at the older slig. Something about that anorexic younger slig made Scarface feel...Well, guilty. He wanted to talk to him, but with a past between the two as colourful as a rainbow, he had pretty much no chance.

(CORRIDORS)

She didn't see Cylepso coming (Or let alone looked to recognize her) and managed to ram right through her metal legs. Faintly remembering the location of the stairs, she seemed to fall up those too. Her mind was focused on one thing: Mr. Sprinkles. If she had left that object all weeping alone and someone had taken it, she would personally hunt them down, smack them in the face so hard it showed at the other side of their head and blacklist them for life. She was off the flight of stairs in less than a minute.

(CORRIDORS)

Agent already had a stitch and her hands hurt, but she wasn't going to give up if it meant she had to dodge gunfire along the corridor. Also missing her range of eyesight was an intern (Slap) and a vykker doctor (Chris:D) having a chat. She felt her sides bump against the two of them but ran on anyways, taking a swift and sudden turn through a door she remembered the location of.

Once there in that medical place, she let herself rest for a moment before realizing her precious piece of sentimental value could still be in danger. She pounced onto the operating table, which for some weird reason reminded her of a bad chest pain. She wasn't in the mood to add up the words scar on her chest, stitches around it, pain and operating table. Her light silver and lighter than normal pants were there. Perfect. She felt around in the attachment to her left mechanical leg used to hold her gun. Relief swept through her when she pulled out that little stuffed pink vykker doll. Its little blue beady eyes stared back at her. She held it tightly like she would never let it go and curled up, closing her eyes and purring affectionately.
“I wub you Mr. Sprinkles. I'll never leave you again.”

OOC: Bwaha, super special robot of Arnie no see big squabble in Cafeteria, I wun.

OOC: Hm... It seems Slaveless has been waiting for my characters to response... We formed quite a chain here.

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"Hello #7 Slig. I was just going to see if I could get Otto to make a voice activation on a project I'm working on. I'm also curious if I could get a hold on some Spooce. Do you know where this stuff is?"

#7 Slig placed the plate on the table and scratched his head in a Sliggish manner. "Spooce? Uhh... Not exactly Industrial stuff... Can't help you with that. Why do you need it?"

"Not now, #7, I want to get this over with quickly. Let's go." Said Otto to Gappiqu.

#7 Slig shrugged, then turned to Arnie, holding a Scrab Leg for him as usual. Arnie took a few bites, then turned to the people in the Cafeteria in general. "Alright. Is there anyone here who wants to speak with me?"

Meanwhile, RG came over and stood next to Arnie's bench. He still kept scanning the Cafeteria, looking at workers in turn.

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OOC: That's all I can think of right now, but it'll bring me back on track.

OOC: Yays Dripik.

IC: Silph heard the kid scream suddenly, and some yelling. He groaned, and swerved round the corner. That problem already seemed to have been dealt with, as the presumed perpetrator was now dangling in the air, and another Slig yelling at him, as well as comforting the kid. Silph himself had got no care like that, but he'd had to put up with that kind of violence. Whatever it was, was it that beating...wasn't allowed here? If it was ever allowed anywhere, that is. He then noticed the head Gluk, presumably, announce if anyone wanted to speak with him. Perhaps he better go and make a registration for a job before he got in trouble for freeloading.
He snarled at the still dangling Slig as he walked past, resisting the urge to attack in anger and perhaps vengeance of his own past and his previous aggressors, but he hadn't even got employed yet, so that could wait for another time. He walked up towards the boss (Arnie) "Hey, I just arrived. I'm looking for work. What's available?"

ooc: I never specified where Dion and Krik were, but now you mention it the lab's probably not an unlikely place since Slap and Chris have left it empty. (I assume they're gone by now).

IC:
Dionysia shrugged her shoulder violently, forcing the Slash's hand away. "Get off of me; of course the vykker knows what he's doing." She glared at Krik, as if the intrusion of this idiot slig was his fault.
Krik had turned away to put some things in his bag and now turned and gave a long-suffered look. "Was there something specific you wanted?" He asked the slig.

"I've got this satchel of mine and a...Tomahawk I think it was? But I need somewhere safe to put them for now. Do you think you could keep an eye on them for now? It's getting annoying carrying them around."

"What on Odd's a flying slig doing with a mudokon weapon?" He asked, slightly surprised, eying the tomahawk suspiciously, as if it might suddenly explode or something.

Krik noticed a crawling slig (Agent) haul itself up onto the operating table at the other end of the room, but assumed it was supposed to be there and gave it no other attention. He didn't pay enough attention to see its unusual gender, its even more unusual toy, or hear its slightly distrubing words.

ooc: Waiting for Gretin and Slaveless.

Cylepso wheezed and took another deep breath, then let out a screech and almost fell over as something-or someone-zipped between her legs, and carried on down the corridor. Whatever it was, it was low and fast.
"What the hell???"
She looked around wildly, then fled into the cafeteria, saying, "Theres some wild thing running around! What the hell is in this food?"

IC:

"Hey! Does anyone here know where I might find the gluk in charge?" called a Mudokon from one of the tables. Arnie answered loudly. "Right here, come on over."

He turned back to see a newcomer (Silph). Arnie has not seen anyone like him before. After he got over the initial surprise, he spoke. "It depends. What kind of traits or skills do you have? Are you good at anything specifically?"

While listening in the conversation with one aural sensor, RG turned his head to see a commotion in front of the Cafeteria counters. A small Mudokon (Tiro) was lying on the ground, not too far from a BigBro Slig (Tiny) who was dangling a Slig (Scarface) by the arm. He also saw Rick standing at the counter, apparently dumbfounded by the proceedings in front of him.

After analyzing the situation, RG turned away. "Organic brats are a nuissance in a factory environment. They have no real labor value." He though it was unnecessary to interfere.

Rick, on the other hand, was thinking differently. He dropped his Scrab Leg and went over. He remembered the kid from earlier. From the looks of it, he was beaten rather badly. He turned to the Slig the BigBro was holding. "What's wrong with you? Beating up a kid like that?"