IC:
The Fortress
Muren chuckled a little on the inside as he watched the two new Mudokons walk away. Then he heard another voice behind him.
"What shall I do?" a shady-looking Mudokon asked him. Muren thought a while, and as he was about to answer when yet another Mudokon walked into him, literally.
"Careful there, Little One. You could bump into just about any Mud, Slig or Scrab around here." He said with a feigned smile, stepping back a bit. "You two might be able to help with Guard Duty. Climb to the top of a tree in the Fortress, and you'll be able to see the entire valley."

The Barracks
Colonel Veleno rolled his eyes at the giggling young Slig and sneered. 'How he managed to survive the Creche is beyond me...' he thought to himself. Just as he was about to turn and head back into his quarters, something disturbing caught his eye.
A Slig, tall, thin and a sickly mutated colour, was hobbling towards the Medical Tent. Veleno voiced his disgust loudly.
"Eurgh! #034, help that Grey-Boy into the tent. He needs some... serious medicine." He wasn't referring to his injuries.
Turning at once, he shuffled back to his quarters. He decided he would wait there till more infantry arrived.

Ic: Hobar heard a glukkon's voice saying something. He then saw a glimse of a grey-coloured slig limp into the medical hut. Trying to remember what the glukkon had said he remembered that he had said something about #34 helping the slig in. Whoever #34 was he didn't see anything helping the slig. On Veleno's orders, Hobar walked over to help the mutant-like slig. Stumel watched and scurried into Veleno's tent and asked "How may I be of assistance to your army?" Stumel was hoping he would get the chance to charge straight into the fortress. Then he would be able to rid this valley of mudokon scum.
Occ: Is it okay if I call #034 #34? Because there isn't much difference.

Hello chums and chumesses (i do not want to be adjoined with your sig any more, zozo)
After thinking long and hard (7 seconds) i have decided to join this RPG, hoping that i will be able to keep up with it, and compete to an avarage standard. :p
I have designed 2 characters, the same dude only slightly different at points. Please let me know of any problems, as i do not understand all the 10 scouts to a guard etc. or whatever it is.
The shaman is the one i'd like to use, but if i am not allowed (as there are all ready too many) etc. please tell me! :p




Name: Pere

Gender: Male

Species : Mudokon

Alliance Tree Hugger

Rank: Tomahawker/Shaman

Age : 35

Physical Description: Strong for a mudokon of his age, and has a powerful heart which can guide him at times of superior need. A large paramite skin loin cloth draped across his torso and abdomen, revealing a scrab scar punctured into his rib cage. His Father, also Pere had a similar one.

Equipment : A long staff with ancient markings at it's tip / a brutal club with congealed blood along it's rim.

Biography : Found in a large abandoned factory were his father had once worked, he was brought to his father's birhtplace, which happened to be this village. taught the ways of battle / magic at an early age, and progressed at arapid rate. He is a valuble part of the mudokon fortress, his magic / battle skills proving worthfull time and time again.

Hope all is good :)

IC: "Ok" Altair replyed to Muren Altair walked towards one of the trees no problem he thought he climed up the tree to the highist branch possible and took a look around.

OOC:
Does anybody have a problem with my Shaman?
I will get started.

IC:
Pere Strode slowly from his tent and streched his arms in the sunlight creeping down past a nearby hut. He reached back and pulled up his staff. Stretching again, he wandered off into the camp in search of anybody in need of help.

OOC: Eh, might as well stop being lazy and post. I suppose I could remove ABM from the sig if he wants:p.

IC
(Mudokon Fortress)
Egamorf smiled sheepishly up at the big boss (Muren).
"Careful there, Little One." He spoke. "You could bump into just about any Mud, Slig or Scrab around here." He said with a feigned smile, stepping back a bit. "You two might be able to help with Guard Duty. Climb to the top of a tree in the Fortress, and you'll be able to see the entire valley." Egamorf's eyes widened. He was a screaming coward, both morally and in terms of braveness. He smiled fakely and backed away.
"I'll think about it..." He lied, before bolting off. Back to sleeping for him, the lazy bugger.

(Industrial Fortress)
Fromage just skipped off like a girly-girl, oblivious to the glukkon's (Veleno) snipy thoughts. He tuuted as he heard the glukkon go all 'eww' over some guy, and turned around with a gasp. That slig (Palms) was in a nasty state. He girl-screamed and darted over to help the mutant, making a desperate attempt to help him walk. Not easy when one of your arms was plastic.

Charleston sat in is chair at the Medical Tent/Pavillion. The odour coming from a rotting slig was unbearable, so he picked up the corpse and dropped it in a small tank of sulphuric acid. Then, once again, he sat in his chair. Suddenly he heared someone entering the building. Charleston thought to himself, more injured what could be the cause of this one.

Folkost got to the front of the fortress and saw more mudokons, seemingly from the battle. Folkost walked through to the fortress and nearly fell over when a mudokon raced by him and began to climb a tree. "Hope they're all not this rude," he said quietly.

OOC: For those who didn't know, Palms isn't standing any more. He fell over near the end of my last post.

IC: Palms lay on the dirty floor of the medical tent. His sides heaved with the effort to breath. A glukkon had looked down at him and discuss before he turned an left. Palms would have liked to punch the glukkon in the face, but he was far to weak now. A slig (Hobar) approached him soon; he looked as if he may offer some help. Then a shrill piercing scream made Palms ears ring. Another slig(Fromage) was darting towards him, a odd arm dangling at his side. Palms wished to beat the slig over the head with something. That would really give him somethign to scream about.

Ic: "Oh sorry about that" Altair said to a mudokon on the ground (Folkost) "guard duty this tree is a great view point" he then began to look around some more.

Denger walked into the Barracks he took one of his rations out of his bandoiler and began to eat it.

Ic: Hobar went closer to the lying slig (Palms). It was apperent that he needed serious treatment. Trying to pick him up he lifted him a little above the ground and walked over to the vykker (Charlesten)"Give him some treatment" Hobar said "And if you can, maybe you can set his skin colour back to normal. Veleno seems to dislike his skin." 'It must be terrible to be a mutant. Everyone would want to kill you. And when they did they would burn your corpse probrably.' He though glumly. He noticed another slig (Fromage) who had just screamed. One of his arm's seemed a little different but he couldn't tell why. "Hope that guy gets better. I'm Hobar. So you are?" He asked the slig.
Occ: ABM I think Marvak would have a problem with your mudokon being a shaman. Because in the rules it says something about a value thingy. I'm not entirely sure. But there is no problem at all with him being a tomohawker I think. I don't have anything against your charactor though. So don't take this the wrong way.

OOC:
Okay thanks oddey. And no Zozo i am proud to be part of your sig. :p
Sorry for the ridiculously short post any one who has a problem with it.

Charleston lifted Palms onto an operating table and grapped a scalpel. He turned the slig over and began cutting into the odd skin of the wounded slig. After a few minutes the spine was visible, so he snapped it back into place-ignoring the murmer of pain- and stitched up the opening. Charleston mopped up the blood with a dirty rag and flipped Palms back. "That should do you," he said as the slig murmered, "Rest will be the best now." Charleston gave the slig a sleeping pill and looked around his other patients. After being satisfied, he sat down and started to read a book (A Tale Of Two Vykkers).

Folkost shouted back to the mud, "It's ok." Well at least he apologised he thought, as he stood back up. Folkost gazed up at the green light and remembered his mission. "I will vanquish you industrialists or I will die trying."

OOC: Urghh i'm an idiot and sorry about the god modding.

OOC: Sligs don't have legs. Also, General Dikrip, the fact that you made my character moan in pain is a type of god modding I think. I don't have a problem with this because he probably would have moaned anyways, but others may in the future. Please don't take this the wrong way.

IC: Palms felt himself being lifted and carried to an operating table. A vykker with scalpel loomed over him. He felt the vykker saw into his back and heard a snap. Groaning in agony, Palms tried to stay concious. He felt a pill enter his mouth and he swallowed it out of reflex. The vykker said something, but it seemed to come out in a jumbled mess. As Palms vision became more and more unfocused, he began to look around. The last thing he saw was the same vykker reading a book before a forced sleep overtook him.

OOC: I've no problem for Pere being a Shaman, but this means that we can't have any more Shamans, not for a long while at the very least. And yes you may call #034 by #34.

IC:
The Fortress
Muren raised his eyebrows at the young Mudokon as he scampered off. Was he afraid of heights?
Looking out onto the valley, he could see some more Mudokons slowly making their way to the Fortress gates. He sighed in gratitude and looked up at the giant geen light he had casted, which was now hovering above the Fortress like a great fizzing green moon.

The Barracks
#034 panted back to where he'd last heard his master's voice. But the Colonel was nowhere in sight, and neither was the "Grey-boy". #034's eyes widened in horror behind his mask and he fell to his knees, wailing, 'I've failed you, master! I'm sorry!'

OOC: #034 reminds me of N. Gin. Seriously.

IC:
Veleno spun round when he saw another Slig enter his quarters uninvited, with an enraged look on his face. He was about to go off at the Slig for just rocking up without any notice when the Slig bolted off again. Walking outside, he looked around.
'#034!' He shouted, and the wailing Slig lept up again. 'Stand here and guard the door. Odd damnit, if another Slig comes in without a damn good reason I'll bite their bloody head off...'

OOC: Uhhh, srry General Dikrip sir, but I think snaping someone's spine in anyway is likely to just screw them up for life by getting them paralysed...Yay sig, it contains seven people.

IC
(Industrial Fortress)
Fromage was worried sick, breathing fast like a chippunk with asthma. As he followed, another slig (Hobar) carried the poor soul (Palms) off to a medical facility. There the casualty was attended to by a vykker (Charlesten)...After a gory 'operation' lacking in anaesthetic, the patient was given pills. Fromage gasped like a girl, swooned to the nearby slig that had spoken to him (Hobar) and missed as he fainted, hitting the floor and having his plastic arm pop off.

(Native Fortress)
Egamorf bolted out of there. He didn't want to work. he was running away, just...Merely exploring. What was out of the Fortress...? He had been there before. Just dull desert and outdoors. He could still remember where he was a slave...Another place stood tall in the distance...Indstrialists? he dared to go and have a look, curiosity and lack of common sense overpowering fear. It would take him a while, though.

IC: Hobar saw that the slig had fainted and his arm had fallen off. "Vykker! Another one's injured!" He cried at the top of his voice and dragged the slig (Fromage) into the medical hut where he lifted him up and put him on top of the surgery table. Then he rushed out grabbed the plastic arm. It was only when he was halfway into the medical hut that he felt that the arm was made of plastic. But he didn't stop running. He set the arm next to the slig. Then he looked around the smelly hut in search of the vykker (Charleston). He found him sitting down reading a book. "This slig just lost his umm... Plastic arm..." He said rather stupidly. It was just a plastic arm so no serious harm had been done.

Stumel was cleaning some of the wall when he heard a bunch of commotion around the medical hut. Pausing in his work, he walked across the fortress to find that there were 2 sligs unconsious inside the medical hut. One with a rather sickening shade of grey the other without an arm. Then he saw that the slig whom he had met earlier (Hobar) was inside as well. A vykker who was reading a book was sitting in a chair not too far from Hobar. Wondering why he had even gone in there he walked out and took a good look around the fortress. After spieing the private quarters belonging to the boss, he walked over to find there was a guard. Quite calmly he asked "Is there anything I can do to be of some use?".
OOC: Fromage is (no offence Zozo) kind of wimpy. All the better though. That way we don't have too many tough guys.

:DIts okay, in fact, appreaciated, he's supposed to be kinda girly and peculiar 8D.

Wait a second...

Oops.... I've edited it out. It's just he seems alot like a girl and I'm quite forgetfull.:fuzsmile:

OOC:
Thanks Marvak. I'll behave :p

IC:
Pere looked across the camp and saw a mud suddenly sprinting at a chaotic pace outwards towards the exit (egamorf) and strode over to him.
" hey there youngern - careful. " Said Pere calmly. He looked deep into the mudokon's head in an attempt to see what he was thinking.
" noting beyond there. far away are the sligs. " He said vaugley pointing in their direction.
He gazed far away, and as he did so his memorys bounced across his brain of when he was young, and for a moment he was simply stood there, gazing forever onwards.

Charleston went over to the one armed slig (Fromage). He sewed on the plastic arm first, just to hold it together, and went over to his equipment table. Charleston removed a particularily sharp scalpel and got to work. Soon he had managed to connect the arm back into the socket, with a little extra protection to prevent it happening again. "Why in the world would he have a plastic arm?" Charleston thought, "Usually they just let them die." Once again he sat down in his chair and continued reading his book.

OOC: Dikky, tsk tsk, you're kinda godmoddling by doing all of that stuff on Fromage without letting him do anything about it, I mean he isn't unconscious like the last guy. Plus his arm kinda just slots into place, no need to stick a needle through him. And the spine thing kinda seems too violent, but oh well. Srry, I'm feeling nitpicky.

...Oh wait, Fromage is unconscious. :PWell he's still gonna wake up.

IC
(Barracks, medical hut)
Fromage came round, but only because someone was driving a a needle and thread though his empty arm socket and plastic limb. He screamed out like a teenage girl watching the Texas Chainsaw Massacre and thrashed his real arm around. Then that vykker (Charleston) got a scalpel. He only screamed louder. When it was all over, he leapt to his feet and bawled, rubbing his masked eyes and screaming.

(Mudokon Fortress, nearer the exit)
Egamorf smiled sheepishly as he was caught.
"Hey there youngern - careful." Said a mudokon shaman (Pere) calmly. "Noting beyond there. far away are the sligs." He said, vaguely pointing in their direction. When the mudokon seemed to stare into space, Egamorf tiptoed off. He was curious...A big place stood in the distance. Egamorf had many flaws.

IC:
Memories passed through his brain like flies, buzzing in and out remorselessly reminding him of the highs and lows of his long, tedious life. He came back to his senses, and saw Egamorf slowly sneaking away. Pere turned and glanced at the mud.
" Going somewhere eh? " He said, slowly, but loudly so as that the mud would hear him. " I haven't been anywhere in a long time. " He looked at his twisted staff and it's blue crooked aura. The power welling within was the bane of all evil. He looked at Egamorf again, this time making a little self - introductory ' Ehem ' and saying sheepishly, " mind if I join you? " He spoke this rather shyly, as if he was not the elder and he was addressing himself as he would now. Although he seemed a little tentative, in reality he was absolutely bursting for an adventure.

IC: Hobar watched as the vykker sewed on the plastic arm. Then in horror he saw that the vykker then got a scappel out. A particularily sharp scappel. Hobar feeling very quesy from this walked out of the medical tent, but that didn't block out the screams. Turning even more green then he was before he almost vomitted. The intense screaming continued and Hobar felt sure that any moment he would puke. Then he sprinted just outside the camp where he sat down and tried as hard a he could to stop himself. But he ineveitably threw up. After doing so he wiped the remaining vommit from his mouth and walked into the camp again. He continued to walk until he reached his quarters where he took out some of his rations and ate most of it. It had been a rather big day and he was tired and hungry. After finishing his food he lay down for a short snooze. Slowly drifting off into sleep he closed his eyes and a soft snoring could be heard.
OOC: It is a tiny bit god-moddiesh what General Dripik is doing but it is probrably hard to rp some type of surgery and in his bio it doesn't really say much on how the plastic arm is connected to him. So I do beleive that's quite enough accidents for today. No more close-to-fatal or fake-limb-falling-off type of accident is needed for the industrialists. The tree-huggers seem to have the upper-hand on the control of the siualtion though.

OOC: Yes, yes, I know that sleep medication wouldn't acctually wear off this fast, but I'm getting really bored having my character unconcious.

IC: Confusing and rather perturbing images were jumbled around in Palms' head as he slept. He was dreaming that a mudoken with a scrab head was chasing him around. It suddenly stop and screamed loudly.
Palms opened his actual eyes and relieved that the thing had screamed in his dream. The girl-like slig he had seen earlier looked like he was having a panick attack as a vykker attached his strange arm. Was that the same vykker that preformed surgery on him? Palms had no idea. He felt his body beggining to function once again. Turning to look at the annoying, screaming slig, he tried to give him a angry glare, but his eyes were unfocused, and he looked rather stupid.
"Don'th be surch a slurgsh," Palms told the slig, though his words came out slurred.

(Barracks, Medical hut)
Fromage kept on crying hopelessly, then he heard a voice.
"Don'th be surch a slurgsh," That slig patient (Palms) slurred at him. There was a funny look in his eye. Fromage didn't know what the blazes he was saying. He didn't care.

He was already over there and half-hugging the slig to death as he weeped over-emotionally.

(Mudokon Fortress, near the exit)
Egamorf tutted as he was caught by the same guy again.
"Going somewhere eh?" He (Pere) surprised him. "I haven't been anywhere in a long time." He looked at his weird staff and it's weird blue aura. He couldn't understand those native weapons. The guy looked at Egamorf again, this time making a little self - introductory ' Ehem ' and saying sheepishly, "mind if I join you?" The younger mudokon thought for a moment.
"Nah, you can come." He smiled.

IC: Hobar could still hear the screaming even as he tied to block it out with anything he could find. Then he wondered: would it really take so long for a short operation like that? He decided to peek into the medical hut. After doing so his face went green yet again. That strange slig (Fromage) was crying and hugging the other slig (Palms) pretty hard it seemed. Sickened, Hobar sprinted back to just outside the barracks. On the way he tripped on a bucket. Once there he threw up again. After that he decided to go back to the medical hut just to help out "Grey-boy". 'What's wrong with him? He's a normal slig just a tiny bit different. So what has Veleno got against him?' he thought. He asked the slig (Fromage) very gentely "You do realize that he is probrably in alot of pain?" When he noticed that the slig (Palms) was consious and probrably really embarresed.
OOC: Hopefully Palms gets better soon.

IC:
Pere smiled and glanced around happily. He hoped his bones wouldn't snap in the middle of nowhere, and he hoped this mud would know where he was going. Bah the staff would guide them in a moment of need!
He hoped.
Pere nodded and said " So where is it you intend on going? The Slig Fortress? " He ambled closer to Egamorf, and glared into his dark, beady eyes. " Just to see it for yourself? " Pere looked in the general direction of the Fortress, as he could not see it, and did not know the exact location of it. Between the mighty towering Fortresses were the ruins of Mirakinia valley shrine. An ancient prayer area where the Mudokons had once gone to pay tribute and connect to the spirits of beyond. That was before the sligs had annihalated it, bone for bone, stone for stone, big, fat, bullet for big, fat, bullet. Many had died on that scornfull day. It was said that the ruins were now haunted with the lost spirits of the dead. None who venture there ever return.....
Pere looked down at Egamorf, who was busy tutting. " Well? " Said Pere.

OOC: Ey ABM I don't think you can create places like these said Mirakina ruins. You see this place was created by Sparky(Marvak) and she dictates what is here and what isn't. Not trying to be rude just letting ya know.

Oh and Sparky four of the five sligs aboard the ship besides DJ Red are just npcs. They're not that important.

IC:
Just south of the Barracks
♪Nah nah fool what you be playin!♪
♪Crashin on the streets I be stayin?♪
♪You must be smart as a Mud♪
♪To think I won't soon be drenched in yo blood!♪

The music bursted from the headphones that had been specially added to Lietenant Colonel DJ Red's slig mask. The Big Bro was nodding his head to the music while his squad squabbled on the dropship. DJ Red took a moment to look at his squad to make sure they were combat ready.

Rend was strapped in his seat and was fiddling with his claspknife, testing its sharpness against his the flesh of his middle finger. As soon as the tip of the blade touched his skin blood started dripping out. Ren grinned and polished his knife which had to of been for the 297th time since they had gone airborne.

Charge was staring at his right hand, that was infront of his face, as he opened and closed it repeatedly. The Slig was obviously bored out of his mind. The guy could never pay attention to one thing for too long. What he had going for him though were his reflexes were uncanny, he seemed to react to something before the action eben took place. In the brief time DJ Red inspected Charge, the Slig had already bored with his hand and began to make a very irritating sound by continually flicking his metal pants.

Executer was just staring in to space as he sat obviously lost in thought. Executor was a quiet Slig of few words. No one really understood what he was saying when he did speak up due to his expansive vernacular... err big words. Executor was useless in average combat and would of been kicked from the army(which isn't pretty) if DJ Red hadn't decided to test him with different weapons. Turns out Executor is a master sniper that can take a moving Fleech out from nearly 2,500 meters away with one shot. Not to mention he doesn't take time to aim, but shoots as soon as he looks through the scope as if he had been looking through it the whole time. His near-sightedness is his only draw back.

Stormstrike was of course smoking as he sat down relaxed, you couldn't catch him anywhere without a pack of cigs on him. Stormstrike was the explosive specialist of the group. He worked with mines, bombs, grenades, explosive substances, rockets, and missles. The guy had nerves of steel and had stood in many explosions, faced many enemy vehicles, and survived. Sadly he has taken more damage from himself then the enemy. Though uncommon Stormstrike sometimes discards his cigarette in the midst of planting an incendiary device and thus igniting it on himself. His body is mostly in ok shape and he has a nice sense of humor especially when it comes to death.

Lastly there was... Vicky? No... Jennifer? No... well... the other Slig. What ever his/her name was it was something very girly, but it slipped DJ Red's mind. This slig was the newest member to the Omega Squad and had yet to prove himself as anything more then an annoyance. Perhaps today was the day that little miss girly name would show everyone how capable she was... or more realistically today was the day she would get everyone killed. DJ Red would be keeping a good eye on her.

DJ Red roared over his music, "Yo Pilot how much farther till we get dere!?"
The pilot of the dropship replied from the cockpit, "Actually we've just arrived. I'm descending now. Good luck Omega."
DJ Red held onto the balancing bar at the top of the drop ship as he continued to stand and barked at his soldiers, "Look alive bruthas! We got some shi* to do! Slap on yo bags and hop out da back drop. We gonna be acting like dis be a hot landin. Executer I want a full sweep of ervrythang within 300 yards. All you other bruthas best to keep yo guns ready!"

With that DJ Red walked to the back drop and looked down at the ground that was just a few feet below the ship. The Big Bro jumped down and immediately scanned everything within eye sight with his beautiful Veronica(his gun) in hand. The squad followed suit and the dropship flew off. DJ Red looked at the Barracks he had just landed in front of with disgust. He had expected better walls, but then again that just made things more fun.

IC: Altair: was tired of watching things from a tree he jumped down he walked round took in some of the details like were things were placed this whould help him get around soon he came acroos 2 mudokens (pere) (Egamorf) "hello what are you two doing" he asked.

Dengar wlaked around the barracks he looked for some other sligs to talk hopfully a sniper so he chould talk sniper rifles.

OOC: Bah, I'm stuck waiting for glitch taimer to respond, so I shall respond to others.

(Just outside the Mudokon Fortress)
Egamorf trotted on, still being questioned and followed by that old guy (Pere). The older male looked him straight in the face. He gulped.
"So where is it you intend on going? The Slig Fortress? " He ambled closer to Egamorf, and glared into his tennis ball eyes. "Just to see it for yourself? " Pere looked in the general direction of the Fortress.
"Well?" Said Pere. Egamorf thought hard.
"...I dunno..." He shrugged nervously. "I wanted to look around it outside." He jumped and squealed when another suspicious-looking mudokon spoke.
"Hello what are you two doing?" A mudokon (Altair) asked them. Egamorf thought for a moment.
"...Lookin' around." He half-lied. His face scowled. He couldn't get anywhere without adults interfering.

OOC: C'mooooon, glitchy...

OOC:
Thanks Venks.

IC:
Pere looked at the other mud who had arrived at the scene (altair) and said to his question, (kind of ' over speaking Egamorf ') "We were going to go outside the fortress..." He started, but stopped, as he sensed alertness in Egamorf's mind, as if he didn't want him to say it. " Oh yeah nothing. " He said suddenly, scratching his bald head. " Nothing really. " He wondered if he had over done it....

IC: Palms barley had time to lean up on his arms, before the annoying slig embraced him with a hug. It felt more like a death grip to Palms. Agony shot through Palms' body as part of the slig's arm touched his spine. Yowling in anguish, Palms desperatly tried to escape his captors grip. This slig WOULD pay.

IC: Hobar could see that the slig (Palms) was desprate to get out of this very sentimental slig (Fromage). Hobar gave a hand and tried to pull the slig (Fromage) off.

Stumel was bored. He had nothing to do. In his boredom he looked for anything to do. Anything. Unfortuneatly the only thing he found to do was have a snooze. Which he did. In his dream he was standing over a pile of carcasses fighting mudokons. Slowly it became more and more delusive.

OOC:
Quickly Zozo - Pere needs an adventure! :)
Sorry for the short post.

IC:
Pere glanced around, waiting for Zozo to say something to the other mudokon. He wasn't sure if this smaller being was invited to their party (altair).

OOC: Sorry for the delay. Lack of time and this post already has been gotten deleted once.

IC:

South of the Barracks

Pulling out his baton and strapped his bags to his shoulders in response to his Lietenant Colonel DJ Red's orders, Jaime H. (aka Aimer) was prepared for combat. Jaime was in the Omega Squadren for all of two days, and it was a necessity to impress to squadren. He had already known that some of the squad members had already been doubting whether he was even useful to the squad.

Jaime had met DJ Red when he had actually been commanded to be move to a privately-hired squadren (sometimes referred to as a gangs who serve for Magog Cartel owned militarys). Both were reluctant to allow him in, but what happens, happens. The owner of the factory highlighted most of Jaime's accomplishments, to hopefully not cause a disruption between him and DJ Red. As far as Jaime knows, Red still is curious whether he will be useful to the group.

After a little planning done in another base somewhere around the Barracks they were going to, the new group slept at the base. Early in the next morning, the group had to be awaken and moved in the ship they needed to go on that would transport them onto to the Barracks. That was when Jaime made first impressions, and from the looks of them, they were not good.

Jaime was the only Slig on the entire ship that was even concerned that his seat had bits of blood, slime, oil, and a rare form of fungi on his seat. He spent the first ten minute using a hankerchiff trying to clear of the disgusting elements of his seat. Rend, a Slig who had tested out his knife for 32nd time at that time period, had informed him that only girls cared about their seating and only ladies carried hankerchiffs. (with a mechnical pants on a seat). Embarassed, Jaime had placed his hankerchiff back into his bag, trying to stop the looks of amusements and disgust among them all.

After a few moments inside the ship, Jaime had gotten bored and grabbed a book within his backpack called, "That Dam*** Blue Ba*****", which was a book informing people about what they knew about the Mudokon Natives so far. (It's clearly bias as well, but Jaime doesn't know that) It was an actual fact that Jaime knew a lot about the enemy from reading this book and probably was the only one who could understand the language used. (Although, it should be noted that he still has less-than-average intelligence) Another Slig named Stormstrike, who was the bomb professional on the squad, had told him that "Only sissies read papers like dat." Jaime placed the book away after feeling hurt.

Throughout the rest of the trip, he made sure that his bag had everything he needed and was prepared. Not exactly interesting, but it made him worrisome. He actually counted every single thing he had more than 124 times, every time with the idea in mind that he missed out on something.

At last, the ship landed on the ground, and DJ Red ordered everyone out like they were going into battle. Jaime had actually looked out the window and believed him. He unbuckled his strap from the seat and fled the ship.

Jaime now looked about the place with utter curiousity. He had never actually been outside before. There was a certain strange scent to it, an unusual amount of warmth, a sight full of detail, a strange non-vibrant sound echoing around him, and a small feeling his pants that pressed into the ground a little further than metal. He could not have these feelings through looking out the windows of the flying ship or his old work place. Jaime did not know what to expect anymore.

His new team mates had taken out their weaponery of all sorts. Stormstriker was already taking out a TNT stick from his back and a pack of matches. Rend took out his knife to assult any enemies up close. Executor examined the surroundings upon DJ Red's orders. The other Slig, Charge, had taken out his gun and poked Jaime in the back with the gun point. Jaime flung around with his baton at hand, only to realize that Charge was walking away from him. He heard him mutter, "Jus' checkin' ta see if yer were awake."

Jaime looked about the field, in a more prepared position. The scene seemed very still and seemed as if nothing could possibly happen. So why doesn't anyone say anything? wondered Jaime. He grouped close to the squad and muttered so everyone could hear, "Sirs, it seems like there is no threat."

Stormstriker twitched his head in Jaime's direction and snapped quietly, "Dammit private, thanks for da obvious! Next time, say only somethin' when somethin' hasn't been clear enough ta da rest of us!"

Jaime got the message and quickly jumped back. It couldn't be more clear now why didn't someone say anything before. There just was no need. This was different from the factory life when Sligs could discuss to each other any time. The transition was still in effect, and it was going to be hard to keep going.

Although, Executor had made a brief statement about the surroundings that was not so clear. "Sir, dere is a few injuried folks comin' to da Barracks. Security at the Barracks are not threatin' anyone. Permission to continue moving?"

OOC: :(I am not a mudokon, ABM.

IC
Egamorf stood and awaited that mudokon's (Altair) response.
"We were going to go outside the fortress..." Pere started, but stopped for some reason or another.
"Oh yeah nothing." He said suddenly, scratching his bald head. "Nothing really." Egamorf eyed the other mudokon (Altair). He looked skilled...Perhaps he could prove useful.
"I...Suppose you could come..." He said like he had no choice. "...What's your name, fellow mud?"

(Industrial barracks, medical hut)

Fromage cried hapilly as he gave the injured patient (Palms) his biggest hug ever (Being a slig, he didn't really get to hug people and avoided it. People would give you funny looks and shoot you to ribbons). He was oblivious to the gray and red stained-skinned slig yolwing as he touched his spine, which had the poor guy cut open to get at.

He didn't even realise a slig (Hobar) said "You do realize that he is probally in alot of pain?" He only took notice when he was tugged off by said slig (Hobar). Wide-eyed, he squealed happilly and skipped off like a girl, after beaming obliviously at the injured slig (Palms).

Outside, he saw a group of sligs. Some walking ones all redied up in weapons, a big bro (DJ Red)...He giggled coyly at the chemically-enhanced butchy slig and skipped off and away to wander.

OOC: Eh oh, g2g.....Back 8D.

Altair looked at the Mudokon Egamorf "My names Altair" he anwserd this was a good oportunity to get to know the landscape Altair thought "yeah I'll come".

IC: Relief flooded through Palms as the seemingly crazed slig bounded off outside the medical hut. The pain in his spine began to null as he managed to slig himself back into his pants. Palms turned and eyed the slig (Hobar) that pulled the other slig (Fromage) off of him. He was a little too angry to show much graditude towards the slig.
"Thanks," Palms managed to say too Hobar. He streched and yawned off the last bit of the sleep medication. Only now did Palms relieve that the pavilion smelled like expired scrab cakes. He turned to Hobar. His anger edging away, he managed to be a little nicer to the slig.
"This place smells like the sewers. I'm going to step outside. My name is Palms by the way."

IC: "I'll see you around then Palms, and my name is Hobar." he replied to Palms "I think I'll go outside too." He then walked out of the smelling medical pavillion. The shock of how fresh the air was, was quite disturbing. If the medical pavillion stank so bad then Hobar wouldn't want to go back in there for as long as he lived here. That wasn't guaranted because of the nearby tough mudokons. He could still remeber how the battle in close to full detail. So bloody, so mean, so many loses, and so disturbing. As he thought he saw a nearby slig (Dengar). Hadn't he seen him before? One glance at his gun told him he was a sniper. The slig seemed to be searching for something. Wondering what else he could do, he walked across some of the barracks to him and asked "Are you a sniper? Because you have got a sniper rifle." It seemed bigger than his but he wasn't sure. A tad jealous about this, he attempted to control it. Not an easy task for a slig.
OOC: Palms is better again!:D

IC: "What oh yeah I'm a sniper you to huh" another sniper perhaps Dengar whould'nt get bored after all.