OOC: Don't worry your fine Marvak.

Doe was about to punch the Slig in his face as it was coming towards him, but then the warrior decided that 'Nat' shouldn't look so dexterous. So instead he stood there and allowed the Slig and Intern to crash into him. Doe went flying out of the Cafeteria and painfully hit a wall. Blood was dripping from Doe's legs from where they had scraped against the floor. Lying on the ground, not ready to give up Doe grabbed onto the Slig's(Ricky) leg.
"Where ya going buddy?" Doe asked jokingly, but with pain evident in his voice, "No need ta rush off we just met."

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Bam-bam(#9) was slower to react then #10, #9 was chasing after the speedy Slig, but the guy was just too fast.

However #10 was fast in pursuit yet losing ground to the Slig. Luckily some Mudokon decided to act as canon-fodder and stepped right into the Slig's way, causing them all to crash just outside the Cafeteria. As the fallen picked themselves up #10 caught up with them and pointed his BlastMaster 350 dual-barrel alternating machine rifle at the Slig and Intern invaders.
"Move and I kill you." Was all that #10 had to say.

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Alexander II watched helplessly as Doe was thrown mercilessly into a wall by a collision. Just then Sturg entered the scene, maybe he could help Doe. Unfortunately a Slig with a big gun came out of the cafeteria and he looked like he was ready to kill people, Alex was happy that no one could see him right now.

Scri, who was tired of waiting, walked around the room. She looked around for doe, to find him chatting up some other mudokon in his 'industrial' persona. Scri shook her head and continued to walk around the room, bored and curious at the same time. moments later, she heard a crash. A slig and an intern had both come crashing into a mudokon. She looked around for doe, hoping he hadnt done something stupid. When she couldnt find him, it was evident that he had. Scri shouldered her way through the crowds and zipped uot the door. She found doe lying on the floor, bleeding whilst hanging on to the leg of a slig. 'probably the one who came crashing into him' scri thought. sci bent down to doe, not worrying about the slig. "well thats a fine way to meet new people nat!" scri exclaimed, keeping the industrial act up "now ive gotta get you fixed up!"

OOC: Since he hasn't returned, I guess if MM doesn't reply for three days, Praetyre should go to Arnie alone.

After rashly deciding against escape before trying to help Cal, Ricky turned back to rush towards him, but felt something clamp onto his leg. Looking down, he saw that it was the Mudokon he'd smacked into.
'I'm in a hurry, kid, my mate's in trouble. You already messed things up for us too much, don't get yourself involved any more!' he cried, tugging his foot out of the Mud's grip.
Suddenly, he heard a gruff voice from behind him; a slig's.
'Move and I kill you.' Ricky froze.
"We've never been in a scrape like this..." he thought, desperately trying to devise a new plan; one of escape. This mission had 'FAILED' written all over it. Thinking hard, he put his hands on his head.
'Alright. I'll come quiet. But for Odd's sake, someone help my Intern friend from being mauled by a meech!'

**

'Me leave it alone?! Did you fall into a barrel of liquid Laughing Gas when you were a worm or what?' Cal yelled at the Big Bro. 'You gotta come pull this thing offa me!' flailing his skinny arms around, trying to hit the Meech, he noticed that his taser had gone missing; he must have dropped it when he was knocked over. Frantically looking around, he noticed it was lying a few yards away from him, out of his immediate reach.

Martha gasped as the slig and Intern shot form the caferia.
Rusty sprang to his feet, exclaiming, “Yoohoo! Speedy!”
Niko, on the other hand, had twisted around and snatched Peach up as she sprinted past, attempting to chase the slig and intern. She snarled ans squirmed, but Niko wouldn’t let her go.
Martha squelled as they crashed into a Mudokon, bolling him off his feet, “Oh my!”
Rusty saw that the other sligs had their guns pointed at the odd ones and yelped, “Who they? In trouble!”
Niko snorted and hissed as Peach snapped at his fingers, snarling angrily. “Shilly Pheah!”
Martha hesitated, before wheeling herself forward. Rusty, on the other hand, jumped over to Niko, meaning to help him calm down the enraged little scrab.
Martha stopped herself a few meters from the wounder Mudokon and a friend of his (Scri) who was helping him, “Are you alright, sir?” She asked.
*:D*
Galaleo heard the BigBro call him a freak. He sniffed in irritation and turned his head and glared at the slig and snapped, “What do you want?”

Jatt: *Eyes narrow dangerously* Ye call meh stopid, then ask fer ma help? Phah! *Shakes his head, but decides to get Sturg out of harms way* Fine fine, just shut yer face! *Stalks forward and picks Sturg up, saying* What on odd happened te ye? Gone feral? *Glances over at the paramite, then back at Sturg* A friend, might I ask?
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Cylepso: Wild animals! Odd, they are gonna eat us! Oh, jezz-
Seb: *Whacks her across the back of the head* Mnnmaham!
Cylepso: See!? *Points towards the cafeteria door* Hey look, that Intern fella!
Seb: mnam ahammama am,amma?
Cylepso: What?! Meeches are dead! Idiot!
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Vester: *Turns at the noise* Huh?
Lenny: *Yelps* a fight! Cant we all be friends!?
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Jutt: *glares at the albino* Nothin’ much…*Growls*

OOC: Venks, I said in my bio that Sturg was mostly black, from oil stains etc. from living around the factory. Orange isn't too bad a guess, though.

IC: Chaos took place as a Meech charged forward, a Big Bro appeared, etc. He hardly managed to break in time before before hitting the guys in front of him. The Mudokon had delayed the Slig. He flew over to it, as it stood there "At least an explanation might be nice? We're not exactly killing you on the spot, are we? We just want the truth, y'know?"

Sturg almost totally lost control. He shook himself back into concious thinking, and looked around at the chaos. Obviously some sort of other scrape had been taking place. The Vykker like thing was bleeding for some reason...he then tasted the blood in his mouth. Buggar. That Vykker thing was not gonna be happy. What would it do to him? No time to dwell on that now, though. He noticed he was being held by Jatt. He looked around at various faces of schock, anger, horror etc... there was nothing particularly reasonable to do right now "Uh...hi?"

OOC: Zerox that was Marvak that said you were orange, not me.


IC: #10 watched as the Slig(Ricky) put his hands on his head. #10 was ready to kill him at the suspicion of a wrong move. After getting a better look at the Slig #10 inwardly flinched with shock. Useless as ever Bam-bam(#9) ran outside the Cafeteria asking, "Whats going on?"
"#9 aim your gun at this Slig here," when Bam-bam(#9) was slow to react #10 shouted, "Now!" Somewhat afraid of #10, but obeying him, Bam-bam(#9) aimed his gun at the Slig in question.
Slowly #10 said, "This Slig here is Ricardo Digiuno, on the list of Mudos's Top ten most wanted."
Bam-bam's hands shook a little in fear of what this criminal might do.
#10 laughed, "I've been wanting you dead for a long time Ricardo, I just never realized you would give me the satisfaction of killing you myself. No tricks now if you want your Intern buddy to live."

Bam-bam gazed over at as the Meech got off of the Intern and started talking. That was all sorts of odd, but instead of waiting around Bam-bam picked up the Intern's weapon and pointed it and his blunderbuss at the Intern. "D...don't move...or else!" Bam-bam said as his confidence slowly flowed back.

#10 couldn't help to think about how useless all the Big Bros had been thus far, when would they bring out their guns and help out? #10 said to the Mudokon attached to Ricardo without looking away from the Slig, "Move away from that criminal now Scrub, go get RG or #7."
"Yesir." The Mudokon said with a heavy southern accent.

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Such chaos was braking around Doe he couldn't tell what was going on. When guns started showing up the warrior held his breath. One of the Sligs, even though he was much smaller then the Big Bro, seemed to be taking charge of the situation. Suddenly the Slig ordered, "Move away from that criminal now Scrub, go get RG or #7."
Doe had no idea who these people were, but instead of saying that he said, "Yesir." Doe got up refusing the impulse to talk to the Meech and went back into the Cafeteria. The native Mudanchee ran into the Cafeteria waving his arms and shouting, "RJ or #7 yur needed just outside 'ere immediately."

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Doe had been so close, but he ran off into the Cafeteria again, the small Fuzzle was getting aggravated. "Can't all these bozos stop trying to kill each other for five seconds!?"

ooc: I do believe Somi shouted at Sturg.
Yay, completed AO this morning! Hooray for me!

IC:
Dionysia shrank back against the wall, looking scared, as Nat, the slig and the intern went flying. A second later she poked her head through the door to see what Nat was doing. Several sligs charged past her, adding to the chaos and generally causing confusion, but she concealed her anger. Shen didn't hear the words that passed between everyone, but then Nat came through the door and started talking to the crowd inside. She hurried over to him and asked in a timid voice, "What's going on?"

ooc: Dionysia hasn't been alive long, but that little time has been filled up learning the arts of deception, so she can keep her head in most situations.

I wonder how Doe judges himself.

Arnie and Otto didn't even have time to say anything before RG ushered them away to a safer area of the Cafeteria. "No disrespect, Boss, safety purposes only." The robot turned a table over, accompanied by the surprised looks of the Glukkons. "Remain behind the table, it should provide some cover."

#7 Slig saw that one of the new Mudokons (Doe) have been calling for RG and him. "Come on RG, we're needed out there." he called at the robot. Then, he adressed Arnie. "Don't worry, boss, we'll take care of this."

He waited for RG to catch up with him, then they ran outside. Complete confusion greeted them. The first thing they noticed was a dark-skinned animal among the Sligs. "I've already met that Wildlife organic!" said RG suddenly. "It rammed me to the floor in the basement!" He pointed Gore's gun at the creature.

"Hey, careful! You might hit a Slig with that thing." said #7 Slig, pulling RG's arms down.

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OOC: That's it for now, the whole situation is rather messy now.

Hembar inwardly slapped her forehead when she heard the meech talk. Not a good move, she thought. But nobody seemed to have noticed her yet, and those who had seen her before were too distracted to notice her anymore, so she quickly, almost seeming like a shadow herself, slipped herself to the nearest shadow and waited there for the opportune moment.

OOC: Oh what the hell, I'll just send P. off and leave an opening for MM to follow.
IC: Praetyre turned around, focusing his eyes on the door. He opened the door like a merry Intern who just got a new Opod, then closed it after a few seconds, allowing Dek time to get out and follow. He did not look back to see him, he just looked on and skipped down the stairs and down a level and to the Cafeteria door, where the higher ups would likely be eating at the time. He walked through the open door and saw a standoff in progress. He spoke, just in case Dek had followed.
"Oh Odd. Looks like there's a standoff going on in here. Sir, if you want me to, I'll go up and get the Snuzis, and then we could end this standoff ourselves."

OOC: ehe, rightio then Zerox ^^; *edits post*

IC:Cal shakily got up from the ground, he could feel several painful scrapes and deep cuts on his arms, legs and torso. Hearing a voice next to him, he froze, and slowly turned his head.
"That thing just talk...?!" he wondered, before passing it off as his own mind playing tricks on him. Meeches don't talk. Meeches are supposed to all be dead, anyways, but he didn't worry about that as much. He turned to the slig holding the rifle and his taser, a rather indignant look on his face.
'Dude, that's mine. Gimmie!' he said, seemingly unafraid of the weapons, and reaching out to snatch it back.
***
'Yeah, that's right. I'm Ricardo. I'm surprised you didn't recognise me sooner.' Ricky's eyes narrowed, but kept his stance. If this slig was really going to try and bring him to justice, he wouldn't be stupid enough to shoot him then and there.
Surreptitously glancing towards Cal, his heart skipped a beat; how the hell had he let his only weapon get taken away from him?! Now they were both in the sh@t...
If only he could reach into the box in his pants without the slig noticing... He decided to hurry things along.
'So what you gonna do then?' he said, keeping his arms up high.

OOC: He doesn't :)

IC: Doe smiled as the robot and Slig(#7) left the Cafeteria, the warrior hadn't planned this, but this was his chance to kill the Glukkons. The only security here was a couple of harmless, stupid looking Sligs playing with a Mudokon in a wheel chair. They were preoccupied with keeping a small Scrab in tow.
The only risky variable was the dark-skinned Mudokon, hopefully she wouldn't interfere. Doe didn't want to kill her... at least not yet.
Doe silently crept over to where he had seen RG hide the Glukkons for safety, hoping to dispel any fear Doe said, "Nice ta meet ya Gluks, da names Nat. I come here from da Meep Ranches down south. Lookin' fur a job."
If nothing went wrong Doe would kill both these Glukkons in mere seconds.

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"So what you gonna do then?" The criminal mastermind asked #10.
#10 just smiled, still pointing his gun at Ricardo. "Just hold on, no need to rush to your death now is there? Would you rather if we sent you to Mommy? I hear she cooked up something special for you."
#10 gave a slight pause to let his words sink in then shouted, "RG! #7! This Slig here is an infamous criminal, I believe he is wanted dead on sight. Don't quote me on that though. Either way I could use some assistance, watch his hands.


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Bam-bam(#9) pointed his blunderbuss and captured weapon at the bloodied Intern. Bam-bam's hands were still shaking, he couldn't hold back the fear. Suddenly the Intern faced Bam-bam and said, "Dude, that's mine. Gimmie!" The Intern reached to reobtain his weapon.
Bam-bam had not expected the Intern to move. Scared and with no idea what to do Bam-bam followed his instincts. Bam-bam pulled the triggers on both weapons firing at the Intern at point-blank range. Bam-bam couldn't hear anything, but the firing of his weapons.

OOC: Cal's in teh pooooo! I'll wait a while for other people to post before posting IC again.
But as I say, Cal's in teh pooooo!

OOC: Second post used up for the day! New character ahoy!
IC:
Domino watched like a hawk the details of the new establishment. It seems that Rupture Farms had recovered quite well from its decade ago disaster. It must of secretly been under repair for a good while. He observed all sorts of things, from its multiple floors, overall architecture, and it's massive Stockyards. Finally, the train came to a stop, and the door slid open.

Domino walked out, letting the door slid closed behind him. He walked up to the station door, opened it, then passed through, gracefully closing it as he went. Across the corridor, he saw a sign marking the way to the Executive Office, and walked up to the door and opened it. He sat in the plush, pleasant hub and reached over to knock on the door marked Executive Office.

OOC: Where...Is....Slax?! I probably have to wait until he does something, and there's no one else in the bathroom!.....How long has he been gone?

Scri saw doe run back into the cafateria. Realizing that the sligs hadn't noticed her (how odd, seems like no-one feels like noticing her) she followed him back in. Doe seemed to be causing a racket, calling for someone to help calm the chaos in the hallway. then she saw him walk over to some random place in the room. Scri followed and realized that the glukkons were there. Scri saw doe introduce himself (in his alter-ego, of course), and she figured this was some ploy to catch them unnawares. Scri decided that this was the time to appologize, since doe seemed to have their attention. "My names Scri" she introduced, after doe "I'm sorry for all the rukus this morning"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Exams can go die, in fires~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Aqua was scared of all the rukus that had seeminly brewed. First guns had been pointed at the meech, then some guys come flying out the cafateria, now more guys with guns have arrived. Aqua became nervous again, her mind was telling her to run far away from this place. the air became heavy again. Aqua shivered and told herslf that everything would be ok, noting bad would happen. She hoped that would quell the dampness from escalating and making a repeat of last time.

ooc: Venks, remember injuring, let alone killing, another person's character without permission is godmodding and therefore very much against the rules.

IC:
Nat evidently didn't hear Dionysia, and she was momentarily distracted by the sound of gunfire from outside the room. She looked over her shoulder and then turned back to see Nat had hurried over to the glukkons. She swore quietly. How could Arnie leave himself unguarded when there might be a native running around?
She thought quickly about her options. She could go over there herself and check up on things, but she didn't trust Arnie not to say anything that would give her away. Or she could tell #7 Slig but she had already made out that she was scared of the fight and if she walked over there it might give her away. She decided to lurk in the middle of the cafeteria, make it look like she didn't want to to go close to the fight but wanted to see what was happening, while at the same time she wanted to be near the other mudokons. She was close enough to Doe that if he started chanting she could run over and smack him before he finished. She didn't think he had any weapons so as far as she could tell, so if he was plotting something, the only thing he could was to possess one of the glukkons.

OOC: I'm not injuring or killing anyones character.
Bam-bam hasn't injured anyone. He is in fact shooting at Cal with every bullet he has due to fear, but I never once said any of those bullets actually hit.
It is up to Marvak if he wants his character to get hit or not.

Doe obviously wants to kill the Glukkons, it makes sense for his character. I said in my post that he may attempt to do it, but did I say:
Doe walks over to Glukkons. Doe kills them both dead.

I don't think so. I don't God mode.

PS: Doe has the possession ability, but doesn't know it. So I doubt he would try to kill anyone that way. Too bad Dionysia hasn't come to suspect the ways a Mudanchee warrior fights without his weapon.

Yah, but you shot at him, presumably at close range, plus the bullets might riccochae and hit other people. Plus you've said it yourself before, Bam has good aim.

ooc: I know it's up to Marvak, just said it as a reminder. Pulling the trigger of a gun pointed at someone two metres away is likely to hit though, so you're sort of on the borderline. You're not making them hit, but you're making it unlikely that they won't. It was just a reminder in case you needed the nudge. I wasn't accusing you of anything.

And yes, I didn't think Doe was start possessing them, but as you said, Dionysia doesn't know that. I doubt there are many (living) industrials who would.

OOC: This is all very true, especially due to the fact that Bam-bam is trying to defend himself. Every action has its consequences.
I'm not trying to say that I have no intention of harming other characters, but that I'm attempting to harm them with plausible reasons and without taking control of their characters. Thus within the rules.

(OOC: Gah... Sorry I've been gone. College has been keeping me busy.)

Aida had retreated to a corner again, trying to make herself smaller. Knowing there were lots of sligs outside the cafeteria with guns loaded and ready to fire was enough to scare her, but hearing one go off made her flinch and press herself further into the corner. 'Please... don't let them come in...!'

OOC: Bleh....Until Slax comes back, my characters magically forget where he is.... Needs Chubbyfish to reply to Tiny also...

IC
(Bathroom)
Having doner her business, Agent poked her head out of the bathroom after giving Scarface a hateful warning glare. She couldn't see Slax anywhere.
"Hmm....Odd...Where'd he go...."
Tiro was getting himself wet with his fingers under the taps, before seeing Dimitrio. The slig's breathing got faster and faster as he hyperventilated at the sight of Scarface, before he sounded ridiculous, like a chipmunk gasping at fastforward speed. He then fell face first on the floor and passed out.
Poking her head back in, Agent looked shocked as she saw the robotic armed slig lying on the tiled floor. SHe growled at Scarface, cracking her fingers and walking brisky over to Scarface as he ducked into a corner.
"It wasn't him..." Tiro spoke up.
She looked at the mudokon child for an answer.
"He started breathing all funny and then he fell asleep..."
Glaring at Scarface, she sighed, and lifted the unconcious slig over her bulky shoulders and walked out.
"Well I'm gonna go back to the cafeteria, can't see what I'm supposed to do here..."
Tiro followed her, while Scarface tried to sneak after them. She turned to him with a face like a monster.
"You can just get lost, you've done enough damage to him!" She half-screamed. Tiro timedly followed her out of the bathroom, while Scarface sighed and leaned against the wall, sliding down it.

IC: There were so many guns around...this level of chaos and violence had only erupted one or two times aboard Vykkers labs, like in the Intern rebellion...mostly, all the 'criminals' around here were having enough guns pointed at them. He saw the two Glukkons near the back, with only a Mudokon protecting them. They needed some sort of fire power covering them, maybe. He flew over to the three "Thought I'd fly-by and lend a hand, there seemed to be no guards over here. Just in case someone tries somethin', ya know?"

Gunfire was everywhere...the ringing was so loud to Sturg's keen senses...he wriggled in Jatt's arms "Uh, lemme go? Please? I've calmed down now, dunno what came over me...maybe you ought to get a gun out instead of holding me?"

Jatt: Wha? Oh yeah...*Puts Sturg on the ground, then pulls out his Blitzpacker* Oh, looke, they got some criminals now, huh? Isnt that great.
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Cylepso: *Sticks her head around the corner* Ohhh, they look pretty pissed off!
Seb: mnam anahamma anam.
Cylepso: Hey, whats wrong with everyone?
Seb: mnma manam hnama manam?
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Lenny: Bad bad! Shouldnt shoot people! Bad!
Vester: Wha happen...?

OOC: Imma back, had too do some homework...
IC: Spleech then looked at the huge slig and realised how huge it was, he thought "It's big, a little too big..." and sighed, then watched as it fell over. He gave up, as he would only be wasting time if he tried too eat it, let alone catch the odd damn creature with his worn tongue. Spleech squelched away too the door of the cafeteria, when he saw a lot of sligs outside of it. He froze with fear as he hadn't seen quite so many sligs in one place before. He hid away in the shadows...

OOC: Niko and Rusty are still in the Cafeteria, so if Arnie or Otto yell 'Help" They would react, after all, they are sligs, and will Instinctively protect the glukkons.
IC:
Martha bit her lip and glanced at the two sligs, saying, "Criminals! Who would have guessed?"
Niko shrugged, still holding a squriming Peach, "Dof nup, buf theve dhid."
Rusty totted about, then said, "Maybe they something? Not see bad people here, too much now."
"Of course we dont."
"Just said."
"Yef, dif save-" Niko yelped and dropped Peach, who darted outside. He raised his finger and inspected the small bite marks on them, "Shef bhite meh!"
"Ohh Naught scrabbie!"
"Rusty, calm down! What on Odd is wrong with her?"
Niko shrugged again, "Nof ideal."
Peach had darted outside and was slunking against the wall. She chriped.

OOC: I'm fine with Cal being shot at, and it's true that some bullets my hit or miss, but the taser, being an electrical weapon, is near impossible to miss with. It has two modes, 'stun' and 'kill', and luckily for Cal I didn't say which mode it was in before, so I'll say it was set to 'stun'.

IC: As Cal reached to snatch his weapon back from the slig, it must have been nerves or fear or both that made him pull the triggers. The world slowed to a standstill as agonising pain suddenly shot through his whole body, bringing him to his knees. He couldn't hear anything, but he could feel his throat being torn from screaming at the top of his voice. Scortch marks marked his face, hands, everywhere, as blood quickly stained his clothes deep red.
After a while, it stopped as suddenly as it had begun, leaving Cal kneeling there, swaying dangerously. He looked at the trigger-happy slig in front of him. His vision was blurred.
'I jus' wan'ed me taser back...' he slurred quietly, before he let darkness engulf him.
OOC: Man scream. Not girl scream. Cal does not do girl scream.

***

Ricky fliched in surprise when he saw what was happening with Cal and #9 Slig. His eyes widened in terror, and he looked frantically from him to the Slig threatening him (#10). Suddenly deciding to throw caution to the wind, he whipped his hand into his 'backpack' and threw an object to the ground, which instantly started to erupt smoke. A smoke bomb.

IC: Praetyre saw the confrontation getting uglier and decided to take matters into his own hands. He turned around, ran up the stairs to and through the lab door, into the storage room, then quickly grabbed two Snuzis and ran out, closing the doors as he went. He went back down the stairs and saw a Mudokon heading closer to some kind of bodyguard robot, presumably protecting the Boss and Otto. As he looked ready to possess, Praetyre aimed his Snuzi at the Mudokon and another at a Slig with a smoking gun barrel, firing off a full round at both in hopes of sending them into a coma for a while.

OOC: For the record, this must be the longest piece of writing I have ever made. So be prepared.

So yeah, I came back. Hopefully, I will never have to write like that ever again. Putting twelve characters in the same post is very hard for a thirteen year old. So I hope you enjoy.

IC: As the busy commotion continues in the cafeteria and surrounding areas, a Slig named Gappiqu works in the upper levels of Rupture Farms, without a gun. To replace such an object, Gappiqu instead decided to carry around a small, disfigured pencil (needs to be this way to help a Slig draw) and a long sheet of butcher paper. This would actually give him a better job than those with a gun, baton, or tear gas weapon.

In the past day, Gappiqu had been knocked into a world of depression, due to recent events. His beloved Dionysia had revealed the cold, hard truth about their relationship, (which was not good at all) a Vykker doctor named Dr. Kirk could tell the media of his feelings for Dionysia or his assault on the famous doctor, and a robot was out to get him for his rebellious actions yesterday. Gappiqu, a rather emotional Slig, was really hurt by everything and did not have much of a future ahead. Arnie and Otto would have no choice, but lead him back to his mother. Skillya, the queen of all Sligs, would have to be in a cheerful mood just to smash him to bits as punishment for such treason against all Sligs. Gappiqu had no choice, but to impress everyone in the facility just for him to be forgiven.

He had decided that in order to live two more days, (and find a way to get Dionysia to forgive him) he should do his job and work with the machinery in Rupture Farms. At night, when Gappiqu had awoken from a puddle of tears and depression, he decided he should try to invent a way to keep productivity in Rupture Farms active. His first plan was to create a more organized security plan, instead of having Sligs just roam around the place. So Gappiqu visited nearly every level of Rupture Farms to check out how security related machinery and areas that required supervision, worked. After, Gappiqu used the nine years of sketching machines he had and sketch every area that related to his project. Being that time went slow on Oddworld and even slower for Sligs, Gappiqu easily made such drawings.

15 hours past, and Gappiqu, was very exhausted. He had to carry around a led bullet to supply his pencil with led, since he was using the pencil so much. Even though many would argue that he could even would be considered to even being related to a Slig, Gappiqu’s natural instinct kept on telling him to sleep from just being a Slig. The only thing that kept him standing was the need to keep on living. Besides, he was almost done with drawing each and every level on Rupture Farms. His weak hand had just enough strength to go and draw in another security post nearby the Armory.

When he finally finished, exhaled like he had just finished lifting 800 pounds of Scrab Cakes for 2 hours. Gappiqu whispered to himself, “At last, I can finally go prove myself to Arnie,”

Yet, that wasn’t the case. The speakers in the floor burst out in Arnie’s voice:

„Attention to all workers! Animals are loose in the building. You are advised to find shelter in a room and seal the door. The Head of Security is already on the case with a group of Sligs. Until then, be cautious.”
Gappiqu heard exactly what was happening and panicked. Animals in the building? He already had enough of wildlife from yesterday. Gappiqu was really not looking forward to meet any more Scrabs or Paramites. So he took his gut instinct and launch himself toward the Armory. That was probably the closest place to safety.

Being logical, Gappiqu sealed the door as soon as he got into Armory. As soon as that was accomplished, he started to pace back and forth in fear. He was scared of being attacked by animals; there was no doubt in that. What worried him the most was that he could be stuck here without a word that this situation was going to be settled. How could he know anything? Would Arnie be able to say anything about the status of what the heck was going on with the wildlife? What if the Glukkon positions were destroyed? Even worse, what if Sligs had to go to the Armory to get weapons? Was he was wanted for a crime he no longer knew about? (Remember, this Slig often loses memory of the events that include him going through extreme emotional situations.) Those Sligs would shoot him before he could say anything in his defense! (Shoot first, ask later)

After busily being puzzled on what to do, he made up a rather risky solution. He could contact that robot RG-49 to go place him in a more social environment, to assure himself safety of possible dangers. He could convince the robot, whose only job is to make sure productivity is in its best stage, that saving him would be in the factory’s best interest. Since his security plans could be very valuable for Rupture Farms, RG-49 would have to save him, no matter how much trouble he had caused. And if that didn’t work out…. Gappiqu had seven grenades (OCC: I forgot how many he had left, let’s just say seven until then) that said otherwise.

So nervous that he was sweating, Gappiqu pulled out his walkie talkie (The one he used to contact Kilsa two days ago) to make the daring call to RG-49. He sat by a closed locker full of mechanical pants, and tried to twitch the dial to find RG-49’s contact service. He spent nearly an hour trying to find it, as he would reach different services in the area, like the pants required by Sligs to wear service that could contact each other, and FeeCo Depot trains coming by.

At last, Gappiqu could hear the robot’s mechanical voice speaking for a moment, and he spent another ten minutes looking for him again. At last, there was just static, and he knew RG-49 was around. He gulped before he began and said into the walkie-talkie, “Hello RG-49. This is a Slig you might know from yesterday or the day before that. My name is Gappiqu. And I am in the Armory of Rupture Farms with important information I have created to make the current situations you have most likely never to happen again. As you already know, I am hiding from animals after to get my blood. I need your help to get out. I don’t know when everything troublesome will end, and I could be stuck here for days. Arnie will never find my plans if I am lost! So I need your help. I can make this factory have an improved security system if you would only get me out of here. Will you help me?”

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Meanwhile, another Slig was in a bigger and a little more serious trouble. The part machine Slig pressured his brain that had barely any energy, tried to command his legs to move his body up onto the Grinder’s floor. He was even lucky his brain even had such ability. His mind was barely conscious and it was seconds from just failing on him. With luck, his legs just got up onto the ground and he was standing. He was not still, but he was up and ready, and he needed as much effort to heave his body forward.

This Slig is named Molt to most people, due to his appearance. His body was completely covered by metal of some sort, and some of his body parts were practically metal. One of his arms had recently been blown off and he had to get an artificial arm to replace it. His body was weak from that encounter, but that wasn’t why he was dying.

Molt, as you might or might not know, is a Slig that is covered in metal for several accidents, including one that was major. He was possessed by a Native Mudokon, and like most Mudokons, they intend to kill their host after possession. Not true for this Slig. When he was about to implode, Molt resisted very well, and literally absorbed the spirit of the Mudokon, forever making the Mudokon lost in a Slig’s body. Molt regained power over the Mudokon, but ended up twisting his spine, losing three fingers, burning his skin, and losing most control of his body. Surgeons gave him a metallic exterior to resist bacterial exposure and controlling every part of his body left. This surgery proved to have worked, but one side effect came that Vykkers knew about, but had no ability to prevent from happening.

This Slig, Molt, could not stand any form of chanting. Sure, Sligs will run away in attempt to not be possessed, but Molt was different. The chanting would be like a vacuum and suck the vitality out of Molt if he got too close. This time, Molt would not have the power to resist. He would just die.

And Molt is getting pretty close to that chance. Yesterday, Molt felt a Mudokon chanting. He had no choice, but to escape to a wall, to prevent himself to getting into any more danger. Yet, there was no such luck for Molt. He fell unconscious in the chanting and had to try and recover. Hours later, more Mudokons started to use their powers, sucking his chance of living. Molt was in such a bad state, that his mind was seeing the door from life and death. You describe this as being half-dead, if you will. Molt’s heart rate could panic a doctor and his organs were dying as well. For a while, he had no hope of living any longer.

Just then, an electric jolt* was sent to his brain, flicking his brain on for hour longer. Stricken with the fact that he was dying, he knew he could use this moment to save himself. He had to find help and fast.

Molt used his mechanical eye to find himself around the place, since his actual eye was having trouble seeing anything. As his mechanical eye scanned the scene to see where a door was, his real eye was seeing a dazed location and seeing his life flash before his eyes. His fake eye could see a door far away and it seemed like all he had to do was walk around all the hazards on the deserted floor. Trying to ignore the weak inner feeling he had, Molt tried his best regain power of walking properly with legs, looking with only one eye.

Molt felt embarrassed of what he had to do. He had to count each step, like a Sliglet in pants. His legs wobbled every time they went onto the ground. He had to lift each leg very fast so he could stay on the ground and not fall out of his pants. Molt also had to breathe deeply like a dying, old frog, just to give him enough power to stay up and not collapse from lack consciousness.

Molt, at last, reached to the other end of the Grinders, and felt the door that lead to the stairway. Like someone who didn’t know what he was doing, he pushed his hands against the door. After half a minute of trying to open the door, Molt was exhausted and had nowhere to go. He shifted his weak head to see a lever that he hadn’t seen before. Molt just said, “Got to pull da lever,” since he couldn’t curse with his weak air stream. (Pronouncing swears is hard for him since, it sort of needs an extra amount of using the tongue)

He budged his mind to lift his mechanical arm to grab the lever. As soon as that was accomplished, he stepped toward the lever, so his arm could be bent. Molt, eager to get out, pulled with his mechanical arm to activate the lever without moving his body.

He was almost blown back by the door’s fast movement of moving out of the way. Molt stood his ground and went forward, only to hear small steps going downstairs. He pushed his skull to the right, to see a Vykker (Praetyre) going downstairs.
Molt, in a hoarse voice, croaked, “Wait!” Molt tried to move his legs downstairs as fast as he can, only to accidentally trip. He fell out of his pants and took severe bounced down the stairs like a light metal ball.

He was lucky that he hadn’t taken any real severe damage from the fall, but his body had the wind blown out of him. His pants, that were a little ahead of him, seemed impossibly far away. Molt didn’t know how he was going to catch up with that Vykker.

Molt had no choice. It was either get to the Vykker or die. He then threw one of his arms onto the floor and pulled his body along. He did the same with the next arm, making a system of throwing his arms. It exhausted him, but he did finally make it to the pants.

By the time he had reached his pants, he slithered his tail into his pants, to connect his pants with his body. After getting snuggled in, he hastily rolled over to get his back on the ground. Molt took a deep breath in and with all his might get up onto the ground like other young Sligs do. The rush of air stunned him, but he was on the ground, and preparing himself for something even a little more hard to do.

He inhaled deeply again and held onto his pants as he suddenly jerked his pants into a running position. This took a lot of effort from his mind and even more so from his body. The rush of air was making him sick from such a rush of movement, and he practically hurled, if he wasn’t so determined he get his body moving. Making sure each step wasn’t wobbly and that he could see what was coming next was very difficult for him as well. What made him keep on going? The will to live was that only thing that made him keep on kicking.

Molt had nearly thrown himself into the stand off outside, if he hadn’t chosen slowly down. He may have been in a rather uncomfortable state of mind, but he could notice who was around. There was many Sligs, an Intern, and a robot all caught up in some fight. There was also a Meech, which could’ve made him faint if he had cared at the moment. He wasn’t sure if a Mudokon was around, he was more frustrated about the fight was going on. If someone didn’t stop them fast, something nasty would happen. Which did in two seconds, where a Slig started to open fire on the Intern. It wasn’t Slap, he knew that much, but still, Sligs have got learn when to fold them and when hold them. Yet he didn’t care. They could kill each other if they wanted to. Idiots need to be cleared from the world anyway.

Molt saw a Vykker by the Cafeteria’s door, talking to really someone he couldn’t see yet. (He could also notice that the Vykker had a Snuzi, but he didn’t mind.) That was his chance to keep on going. With little effort left, he tried his best to heave his way around the commotion. He cried out to the Vykker in his loudest voice, (which is pretty hoarse and soft) to say, “Hey Vykker! I need help! I’m dyin’!”

He moved his body toward the Vykker (Praetyre) and kept on repeating his sentence, in hope he would hear him. Eventually, he grabbed his shoulder, to repeat again what he was trying to say. Molt started to feel really tired, as if he wasn’t going to hold on much longer.

And that did happen. He threw himself off balance and landed on the floor because of the shock of an Intern screaming of pain. His heart struggled restart a beat as he heard the Intern screech agonizing pain. It almost was like that the tazer hit two in one shot. Things really did become worse when he heard the smoke bomb blow too. His breath was inhaling smoke, not oxygen. Molt tried to breathe faster and faster, in hope he would get something else. No such luck. He rolled his body on the ground and tried to breathe the air on the ground. It was hardily enough to keep him going. He thought he would just die if he had to keep on going on like this.

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All eight brothers, were rather bored at the R+R. They were watching what was going on outside from the R+R for a while, but then some rude Mudokon-who-thinks-he-is-a-Glukkon (Joe) came and shut the door. So they all watched the crazy Mudokon talk to himself and into his fone, for some time, wondering how they got stuck with such a weird factory. They were also alerted by Arnie through the microphone from the cafeteria to right where they were, since animals were loose in the factory. They did see that outside, which made them even more frightened. Yet after a while, they did not seem like they were getting out until a long time had passed.

The eight just hung around, just waiting to find something to do. They already scrubbed the tiles around on the floors to pick up anything nasty. The Mudokons also made the beds of the others again. Not to mention sort the cigars of the Sligs by brand as well. There was simply nothing to do.

Suddenly, Isaac perked up and said to his brothers after finding a box of cards, “Hey guys, want ta’ play some of the games that Sligs play while watching us?”

Matthew responded, “I guess so. We don’t have much left to do,”

The other shrugged like they didn’t have anything else to do, so they all huddled around and started to pass cards around.

Jacob, started to whisper to the others while being handed out his fifth card, “Should we invit’ crazy over der? We can see wat he’s up ta,”

Mike replied with smirk, “Ya mean play with da delusional guy? Craziness is contagious then,”

“Ah, come on, he could be a lot of fun,”

“I don’t ya if anyone asks then,”

Matthew made the angry noise a Mudokon usually makes, and turned around a little more calm. He said to Joe and said, “Hey cra- I mean rich dude, want ta play?”

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As a situation that needed a doctor was at hand occurred near the cafeteria, Slap dealt with a patient named Arrack. And lets just say it wasn’t easy for him.

The Intern had flung his body at the nearest sink after Arrack hurled bile and other junk at his face. Following the procedures he learned at the University, Slap washed his face without using his hands, just the water and his neck to flush the throw up off. The stuff stung his skin from just being on his body, and Slap wished it off. He could only imagine how upset Arrack must have been from just seeing his Intern friend washing off poison that he produced. Yet, he would hope that was the condition, as his attempt of being close to Arrack should be working.

Slap had learned many things from just seeing Arrack act this way. First of all, Praetyre was right. Arrack had tripolarism, no doubt. The Slig had shown extreme, paranoid behaviors at first, because of his fear of the government. He had seen this at first from just seeing the whole Hot Intern Church episode. The Slig was showing that delusional stage of mind in the two behaviors he had just seen. The Hot Intern Church for example and the beliefs Arrack had about in his past. Arrack also had the infant behavior showing from just seeing him yesterday. That was also an unusual to have encountered. But maybe, Arrack had the ability to return to his final state of mind; a more sensible, kind version of an average Slig. If that could be returned, perhaps Slap could place Arrack on some sort of medication to keep that state of mind. That would help Arrack brilliantly.
The second thing that Slap learned of Arrack was that the Slig was in need of serious medical attention. Even though he had placed bandages around Arrack’s face to prevent serious bacterial infections, the rest of Arrack’s body was infected on other parts. He probably needed to cover the rest of his body in bandages for similar reasons, but Arrack needed something on the inside too. If Arrack just threw up digestive acids from laughing, he probably needed to more than just what Praetyre, Dek, and himself made up for him. Slap probably needed to prescribe Arrack on medience that could help him flush out the junk in him and destroy the bacteria in him.

Slap approached Arrack after ten minutes of washing acids off of himself and cleaning himself with his apron. Slap wanted to retain his young and cheerful Intern act on Arrack and perk up his horns in childlike manner. He sat back down next to Arrack and started to type on it, “My, I have never seen anyone throw up digestive acids while laughing before! That certainly isn’t good, but don’t worry! With the medience here, you could practically cure old age!”

While Slap made a rather muffled laugh, he discussed with himself that he could probably ask Arrack if he remembered anything from working at Rupture Farms. There, he could maybe see if the Slig knew anything about the medication given to him. Of course, he could ask Praetyre later, but this seemed a little more likely for the character Slap was putting on. So he asked on his laptop, “By the way, do you remember what kind of factory you worked at last? If so, do you what kind of medication you were given? As a doctor, it is pretty important to know. Oh and if you are wondering, I will be putting on bandages across your body. That explosion you speak of did a really something to your body!”

Slap started to unroll the bandages and plant them onto the body Arrack, as he told of his adventures in previous factories (This sort of implies how time has been taken up). He hoped what he was doing and what he said to Arrack would cheer him up and protect him from harm.

Before he could say anything more to Arrack, two Mudokons approached him and said that Praetyre needed him to look over another patient. He was rather distressed by this, being that he didn’t have all the time in the world to watch two patients at once. It would not be a smart idea to bring Arrack into the same room as this Mudokon. Maybe Praetyre was going to come back in a few minutes. So perhaps it wasn’t such a bad thing to leave Arrack for a while. So in response, Slap typed down to Ralph and Kix, “I will be right with your Mudokon in a short moment. I just need to settle my discussion with my friend here.”

He turned around and typed to Arrack, “Sorry bud, but I have to look after a Mudokon for a few minutes. It will just be a short amount of time, trust me. I will be right back,”

Slap started to head over into the next room and saw the unconscious female Mudokon. He approached her and examined her. Apparently, there were two stitches across her body. Blood was around, so he guessed it was a bullet accident. He checked the monitors and saw nothing out of the ordinary at first but…

Slap professionally kept a straight face as he saw her inner organs. He saw her functioning female organs, and felt a little faint. He had spent a little time as an assistant of Eloha’s studying ultrasounds of Mudokon eggs to find out the sex and class of the Mudokon. He memorized what the breeding classes of Mudokons looked like, and apparently it all came back to him. This female Mudokon was relatively young, and still took on the appearance of a worker class Mudokon. Yet she should have some at least distinct difference from the rest of friends at the least. Aside from the marks on her hands and her skin color, there was nothing unusual. Vykkers knew little of what Mudokon queens look like at early stages of life, but certainly this Mudokon should have had at least some sort of difference from the rest? The only theory he had was that she was an experiment left unknown by all of Oddworld, and was a minor queen. A simple queen that was not really productive at all. Maybe that was why Praetyre abandoned his patient; to alert Arnie.

Yet Slap stood there, staring at the patient, ever so often looking at the monitors. Acting like nothing was unusual. Slap, for once, was stunned that he would be holding such a deep secret in his life open the patient.

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Kix had completely blanked out on every event happening. She was almost in a half-unconscious state where she almost tried to regain her powers again. Trying to somehow find a way to heal Anni. Save her from this pain and suffering was all that Kix had in mind. If only she could do something.

She finally awoke from her trance when Praetyre snapped a mask to protect her from getting affected by the air of Anni’s. She watched with her poor eyes to see her friend be performed on, hoping this was necessary to get Anni to feel better.
When it was all finished, she was relieved that everything went well and that Anni was going to be great again. So she happily followed Ralph to find that Intern that was going to watch over Anni.

The Intern took a few seconds to leave his post with a bandage covered Slig and walked by him as he went over to Anni. She couldn’t tell by the Intern’s blank face if Anni was fine in a doctor’s eyes. She saw the monitor of Anni’s, but couldn’t get heads or tails of anything out of it. Nothing seemed quite right. All Kix hoped that Anni was okay.

#10 swore in Sliggish as Ricardo disappeared. The Slig looked around for the criminal, but instead saw a Vykker wielding two Snuzis and he was aiming right at Bam-bam(#9). "Look out!" #10 shouted, hoping all Industrials would duck.
Bam-bam shocked at what he had just done feinted, needles flying where he had just stood.
#10 aimed his weapon at the Vykker and started screaming at him, "What are you doing!? Everything was under control. Lower your weapons now!"

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Doe frowned inwardly when the flying Slig appeared on the scene, he didn't appear to be suspicious though. Suddenly Doe detected something, needles were flying strait for him.
"Get down!" Doe screamed attempting to tackle both the Glukkons down so they didn't get hit by the flying needles.

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Joe jumped up in surprise when a Mudokon started talking to him, he hadn't realized that other Inhabitants were in here.
"Oh you must be Rupture Farm's work force," Joe said blithely, "I'm afraid I'll have to pass on the card game."
Then Joe said mostly to himself, "I wonder if its safe to walk around the halls."

OOC: I'll keep that in mind next time. It's really too late to go back, now that Slaveless has dropped the mother of all posts on W@RF.
IC:
Praetyre watched the Slig and Mudokon dodge his shots and tried to distract them while he reloaded the Snuzis with fresh clips;
"Listen up! Any of you no good pieces of Slurg intestines threaten the Boss, and I'll fill you so fill of needles you'll be the centerpiece of a news story on Right to Die legislation! All Inhabitants aligned with the boss, I suggest you try and hit these traitors from a distance! Boss and second Boss, I'll stand down if you want me to. I'm just trying to protect you."
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Arrack watched the Intern dash to wipe off his bile and bodily fluids and felt a grimace of sadness across his face. While he continued to try and tell more tales of his previous work, he felt a ping of guilt that eventually he could not suppress. He switched from an eccentric version of his normal personality to his sad one, weeping tears from his intact eyes that seeped and massaged his throbbing, open blood vessels. He moaned;
"Pwease, pwease forwive me! I'm so very very very sorry, mummy! Pwease don't beatie me againses! Please don't make me ever do guardie duties for 80 hoursies more! I can't takies itses mummy! DON'T GIVE ME HURTSIES ANY MORE!".
Arrack screamed, exposing the abomination that was his tongue. He thrashed against his metallic restraints like a rabid Slog crossed with a baby, wailing and then trying to turn over and hide his sobbing.
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Domino heard the rapid running of someone outside the Hub, and then the extremely loud and horrible wailing of a Slig. He at first recoiled like a threatened animal, but then decided to investigate. He sat up, went up to the hub door, and opened it, walking out and simultaneously closing it like he had done for his master 2000 times. He headed towards the source of the wailings, a place marked as the laboratory. He shuddered to think what could be occuring, but his submissiveness should ensure a good deal of forgiveness, he thought. He knocked on the door with his bony hands, all the while saying;
"Sorry to interrupt, but could you keep that awful noise down? It sounds like a Fuzzle left on the burner."

ooc: Wecome back (again) Slaveless!! :p
Now all we need is the triumphant return of MM for a full house.

IC:
Jim had remained hidden on the floor outside the lab until he heard Arnie's announcement about the animals. Fearing for his safety, he decided to do as instructed. He didn't want to go far from Anni, but he knew that slig was still in the lab so he couldn't face the thought of going in there. In the end he slipped into the toilet where he and Anni had found the passage entrance a few days before. It was empty (Not the one Zozo's people are in) so he locked the door and sat down, hoping for an announcement giving the all-clear.

ooc: I'll wait for Dripik to reply to Venks before I post as Dion.

:catslug:Slaveless's post too big...Scramble's my brain....So Arrack is in two roleplays at the same time? Me try to post...Agaaaiiin...

Being randomley violent or being violent randomley is against the rules.

IC
(Cafeteria)
Tiny poked his head shyly through the door, seeing a commotion(The big fight with Cal was there, right?)
"Uhhh....What's going on?" He squeaked like a child, not noticing the injured Cal.
(Corridor)
Agent 80085 continued to fast with Dimitrio slung over her shoulder while Tiro ran to catch up. They kept on going for 15 minutes until they found another bathroom, and stairs inside(I think they go down). They there found themselves in the Storage area and Warehouse. Agent 80085 looked behind her, but Scarface wasn't there. Tiro followed her obediently as she wandered around the room with Dimitrio still unconcious and over her shoulder.
(Bathroom on the first floor further away from the lab)
Scarface remained in the bathroom. Lying on the tiled floor, he fell asleep, having not slept in a while.

IC: A few needles bounced off of Slash's pants as he was facing toward the Glukkons. he turned around to see a Vykker with a Snuzi. That seemed appropriate for the situation. However, his prority ought to be here. The Mudokon tried tot ackle them down to the ground, ought of the way. he followed suit, and slowed his helicopter down and lowered himself down, then put it on standby. He kept his gun holstered. Then he realised something. The Intern was pretty much K.O'd. There was only that Slig left. Hopefully his knife oguht to ahve enough charge to K.O him, too. He put night vision on because of the smoke, helping a bit, and drew his knife. He flew at the Slig, then thrust his knife down, flat side first, to shock the intruder.

Sturg instinctively ducked as needles flew across the room. He hated those needles. Seen a few once before...the logical course of action was to get out the way. The smoke would help, as his sense weren't obscured by it s much as the sight of other creatures was. Trying to keep low, he ran around the various Sligs and Mudokons towards the Vykker, and then got behind it. He stayed next to the Vykker to see what would happen, then noticed some sort of odd metallic Slig next to him, trying to ask the Vykker for help. It looked in pretty hideous shape. As in, really hideous shape. It was collapsed onto the floor. He was sympathetic towards it, but there was little he could do to help. But maybe the Vykker could. He hoped it would ignore the fact he was a Meech for a minute "I think you have a patient here, y'know..."

OOC: Hope your brain is OK, Zozo. Anyway, yes, Patrick Vykkers says that Arrack has several different personalities. Slap is trying to get to one of them, which we have not seen yet.

So, if I am back, where on Oddworld is MM?

IC: The eight Mudokons started to play their game again when Joe refused to play a bit nicely. Yet, the Mudokon started to talk to himself again, and Noah sprang up to see if he said anything about them.

"Hey bud, did ya say somethin'? By any chances about us?"

The others looked at Joe a little suspiscousily. Did he just insult them for playing a bunch of card games? They were not very certain, but they didn't like it when Mudokons start complaining about them about nothing.

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Slap turned around to look into the other room. It was Arrack, in his infant and whiney behavior mode. The Slig was making quite a rucus, and someone, such as Arrack, could get hurt. Slap was hoping this situation wouldn't occur, and now he had to handle this Slig instead of the female Mudokon.

Kix also jumped at Arrack's complaining. The Slig was acting like a little baby, which surprised her. Didn't Sligs always boast about how great and superior they were over Mudokons? Now, this Slig looked pretty patheic, and probably would distract this Intern from checking up on Anni. She groaned and rolled her eyes at the Slig and faced the Intern before her.

Slap quickily grabbed out his laptop and tried to speak to the Mudokons. He couldn't let Arrack go absolutely insane, but he shouldn't leave the position he was already holding with the female Mudokon. Yet maybe he could have the Mudokons carry out some of the taskes he need to do. Slap hoped they would cooperate, as he typed down to both Ralph and Kix,

"Good day fellow employees. As you know, I am required to both take care of a multi-behavior Slig with physical infections on his body and this Mudokon who is suffering from a gun shot. Yet even doctors have no such ability to transfer their knowledge onto more than one patient at the same time. In the absense of more medical employees, I need you Mudokons to follow out some jobs that I am unable to attend to. You, female organic, I require you to answer that door that has been knocked. It is probably another employee being concern of the noise level in the laboratory. Assure them that everything is under control."

Before he could continue, Kix had something to say. She didn't feel comfortable following orders from this doctor. She felt like that the Intern was taking advantage of her species' role in the Industerial family. She interrupted the Intern by saying, "Hey, Hit, or something, why should I be the Laboratory's doorwoman all of the sudden?"

Slap sighed and continued to type down, "It's Slap, and I will tell you why I am asking you to do this job. Because one, I am the only healthy doctor present in the Laboratory. My job is to make sure patients don't go off into a world of insanity or be killed over any foreign substances. I do not believe you Mudokons know any medical knowledge, so I have to take the resposibility of taking care patients while Praetyre and Dek are gone. And as a doctor, I need to take care patients. My previous patient is in a worse condition than your friend is here, and your friend here has little chance of getting any worse. So I feel as if I need to attend to the Slig in the other room. Yet, I should check on your friend even though something may not happen. So I would want a third eye and be able to make sure nothing happens to her while I am gone. I need you Mudokons to make sure I don't miss anything while I am gone.

Second of all, the sooner I attend to the Slig in the other room, the sooner I return to this Mudokon. So I need as much cooperation as possible. Now will you help me, female Mudokon?"

Kix had to say, the Intern provided an interesting arguement in the last bit. She grumbled and stomped over to door, upset that she was convinced by a Intern to do something. She pressed a button on the door to open up to another Intern.

"Great. Another Intern," thought Kix as she folded her arms and said to the Intern, "Everything is going absolutely fine. We just have one doctor trying to take care to some whiney, disgusting looking Slig and a shot Mudokon. There is no need to be worried about anything,"
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Slap was glad that the female Mudokon understood him. He went over to the male Mudokon and typed, "You, I will give you a different job. I want you check on the monitors and tell me everything that is happening. The X-Rays display the Mudokon's body in colors. It should also data from her inner body, which follow by numbers. Now tell me whenever something changes on the screen and how fast it is changing. Can you do that?"

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Molt continued to lie on the ground trying to breathe air that was safe to breathe in. The Vykker did not seemed very interested, even though a strange inhabitant said something to him. So Molt took in a deep breath and shouted, "Damnit Vykker, get me up!"

After, he started to cough ridiculousily, due to shouting. He continued to breathe in and out hastily, while gunshots were above his head.

Its not being randomly violent, as I said I was harming characters with plausible reasons.

@ Zerox: Slash can't be attacking Ricardo, the intruder had thrown down a smoke bomb and disappeared.



IC: Alexander II was shaking with fury, "I think Doe is just trying to ignore me on purpose! Doesn't he want to see me again!?"
The little Fuzzle prince's fur began to stand on end, his eyes went a darker shade of red, and oddly enough it looked like he was growing slightly.

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Joe tried to smile at the lowly Mudokons who seemed affronted by his words, "No no, I wasn't saying anything about you." He said to them as if they were children.
Joe couldn't wait any longer, he decided to check out the hallways for himself. Joe opened the R&R door, after looking around for a bit he decided it was safe and started wandering down the halls looking for anybody.

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A purple-skinned Vykker donning a blue Gloke-Gola lab coat stepped off of the Glukkon-shaped train. The Vykker looked up at Rupture Farms frowning deeply. The Vykker had no idea how he would find his boss in this mess. Luckily enough the first hall the Vykker decided to traverse had a lone Mudokon at its end. "Joe!" The Vykker screeched in it's girly high-pitch voice. The Mudokon turned to face the blue lab coat wearing Vykker and frowned.
"Lilith..." Joe mumbled.

Arnie and Otto were standing behind the up-ended table, unaware of the things going on out there. But they could hear gunshots, screaming and shouting. A female Mudokon (Scri) came over and apologized for some trouble she might have caused - they haven't heard much of it. "Never mind that now, unless it has to do something with those animals running loose." Then a Mudokon (Doe) approached them.

"Now listen..." said Arnie to the Mudokon, trying to catch a glimpse of anything that's going outside. "I know that a lot of people want a job here, but we're kinda having a situation..."

He was interrupted by the Mudokon, who tackled both of them to the ground for some reason. Arnie was about to ask why were they lying on the ground, when he saw some needles in the wall.

Otto was getting out of temper. "What the hell is going on? Shoot the Wildlife, not us!"

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"Criminal or not, get away from the animal!" shouted #7 Slig to #10, but then a smoke grenade went off in the area. "Amazing timing, whoever that was!" he shouted into the smoke, coughing, trying the back away into the Cafeteria.

RG was not bottered by the smoke. He didn't have lungs and he had heat sensors. He saw red shapes moving about, and was about to get a good sight of the animal when he heard someone trying to reach him on radio. He followed #7 Slig, and before the Slig could say anything, RG locked the Cafeteria door and listened to the caller.

"You just locked them out with that creature!" said #7 Slig, unbelieving.

"No matter." said RG, trying to recognise the voice calling for him. After analyzing the frequency, he came to the conclusion: it could be noone other than the Slig who smashed his face yesterday and stole his rifle. "I hear you, Slig organic. I will get to the Armory as soon as possible. RG-49 out."

#7 Slig looked at him. "What was that all about? Who was it?"

"The Slig organic Gappiqu. He locked himself in the Armory. He mentioned that he has plans to improve the factory's security system."

"Strange. So, what are you going to do?"

"Find him, retrieve my gun and splinter his tentacles. Oh, I forgot to mention the latter to him. So stupid of me." said RG.

"OK, you're creeping me out now, you know?" said #7 Slig, backing away a bit.