Ike stopped right behind the Vykker, and glanced over at the Slig in front of them.
Ike thought : "I wonder what happened to him? He looks nervous... or really ticked off..."

Ike waited in the line that was now somewhat formed, and waited patiently, as he had nothing else to do.

IC: "Maybe this tower was some sort of barracks or sleeping quarters before the old Rupturefarms got blown up?" Sturg then preceeded to pull out a gun and laid it on the floor, and used his small arms to pull the trigger. The gun made a loud bang noise, and a bullet ended up next to the wall.
"They're still operational...take what you want, I suppose."

Where do I go???
 

ooc:I may have to post off and on every now and then because I'm going camping again tonight.:(Oh,and I don't really know where to take Shickwayla and Opple.Whats the most interesting spot in the factory?I just need some action!

"Well isn't this peachy. I get transported to this rundown old trash heap, and they don't even show you where to go! This is ridiculous....Oh well, maybe I can wander around until I can find the office. Hey, maybe I'll stumble along and find the cafeteria! Oh boy, Scrab Legs....mmmm."

Zuka's mouth watered as he sniffed the air. There was a combination of some garlic-like smell, and the smell of old dusty grinders. Someone was cooking and he didn't have anything to eat all day. Was the cafeteria open? Gosh, if he went through every nook and cranny of this place, he would certainly die before he found it!

He started walking toward the grinding level area 2 and took in all the sights. Something about grinders got him happy, and he didn't know why. Was it because him and his buddies used to trip Muds into the grinders on purpose, or is it because of the tasty foods that grinded everyday, 24/7? Zuka didn't know or care, it all felt good to him the same.

Large grinders, dull and covered in pieces of nameless animals, littered the hallway. Surprisingly, they still looked like the could cut through steel even though they were dulled. The sun gleamed through the large windows as Zuka sniffed again.

"Boy, it sure is quiet around here. No Muds, no Sligs, not nuttin'."

Suddenly, Zuka's head started to throb. Flashbacks of the time at Vykkers', the gunshot, the sound of the explosion, the shower of red....

"Ugh, maybe I should lie down. Dear Odd, not again....."

Zuka's voice started to trail off as he fell to the ground. He knew no more....

OOC: I haven't posted around here for a while, nad cannot, as I need to get back on track. Just thought I'd drop in and say. Not that anyone would be interested.

ic: gosh dang it, i am really hungry, why am i wandering down some path. i should go back to the cafeteria because i am hungry.
* phill smacks his forehead and flys quickly to the cafeteria.*
phills thoughts: my stupid mind plays tricks on me so much i could cry.

OOC: HELLLOOOOOO? Slaveless, are Kix and Dean ever going to interact again? Dripik, where are you? I need #7 Slig to reply to Arthur and Dek, as i can't do anything until then. Please?

OOC: How do I know if people are replying to me?

OOC: ILH, the most interesting place to go is generally the cafeteria or work area. Sometimes you might want to check the executive office or the area around the labs too. The basement always has action.
ZTZ, just see if your character's species or name is specifically mentioned in the same spot your character last was. Then, you'll know.

Let's go!
 

ooc:Thanks Patrick!I'll go to the basement...

ic:
Shickwayla:"Hey,since there's not much going on up here,lets check out the basement."
Opple:"I dunno,sis.Basement's are freaky."
Shickwayla:"Oh,you Clakker,come on!It'll be fun.Besides,we need to go to bed soon anyway,so lets have a little fun while we still can."
Opple:*Not too sure*"Okay."*Pulls out her map to see how they can get to the basement.*

ooc:Sorry for the short post!

OOC: Sorry guys, I do not know how to really introduce new characters on here when I already have one, so here I go! :)

Clem: Wow! What a view!

Clem the Mudokon silently stepped off of the train. His large, yellow orb-like eyes scanned the large machinery and vast mechanics. The grinders and saws slowly turning with his eyes in amazement. Large clanking sounds can be heard. Setting his large duffle bag on the ground, he observed the area.

Clem: I have never seen a place like this before...wow....Oh!

Clem grabbed the sticky note attached to his back. It was large and yellow with big black lettering that spelled. "TALK TO ARNIE, MUD!"

Clem: This is really yellow paper....but maybe I should go find Arnie! I wish they coulda given me a map or something. Arnie must be the head guy...boy I hope he doesnt want to rip my legs off like the last one...yeesh!

Clem grabbed his duffle bag, and walked toward the grinder area 2, praying he wouldn't get lost...

Ike looked over his shoulder and watched the Shickwayla and Opple looking over a map. Temptation was pushing him to go to the basement along with them, but that would defeat the whole purpose of being here.

Ike thought: "...If I don't wait to talk to Arnie now, I might not get another chance. I'll just have to check the basement later..."

He then turned back around and continued to wait patiently.

Clem could not believe it. He was in Rupture Farms, the most famous and biggest meat processing plant on Oddworld. He never truly knew of this place, only in stories. Stories of massacre and destruction. But from what he could see, it was comfortable, albiet alittle dark and damp. He could have stayed and watched the scenery all day long, wanting to climb up the rafters, but he had to talk to Arnie.

Suddenly, as if time stood still, he noticed the White Slig on the ground. The Slig looked as if he was asleep. He was laid out on his back, a small trickle of saliva coming out of his mouth.

"Wow...I heard Sligs are lazy, but I didn't realize how much! Hey buddy, you ok?"

Clem slowly walked toward the Slig, cautious and leary of the creature. The Slig was much bigger than any normal Slig, and that gun on his shoulder did not look inviting, not at all. Clem put his han dout and, ever so slighly, touched the white Slig.

"Um....buddy....I can't find my way to Arnie's office....can you help me?"

Clem touched the slig again.

"Hello...are you listening?"

Then it dawned on him. This Slig was not asleep, he was unconcious! Clem, withough thinking, began to scream.

"HELP! SOMEBODY, THIS SLIG IS DOWN! SOMEBODY HELP!!!!"

From all of the time he had lived in the Sprooce Forest, Clem feared Sligs like the plague. They carried guns and shouted insults, they slept and smoked right in your face. But at that very instant, he could not possibly watch this Slig die... or whatever he was doing.

"HELP, PLEASE THIS SLIG IS DOWN!!!!"

Coming?
 

ooc:Arxryl,are you going with Opple and Shickwayla or are you still following Arnie?I can't tell,but if you want to team up with my girls,you can!:)

IC: *#0012 marched up the corridor, heading towards the main lifts*. He pressed the button for the lift to ascend, but nothing came. The doors didn't even open. *He wedged the end of his gun into the opening of the doors, then levered them open, as if he was using a crowbar. He noticed A cable, the cable on which the lift was hung on, and reached out to grab it. As he slid down the cable, the lift began to slide from the top downwards. #0012 reached the lower door, noticing the spikes on the ground, and obviously the lift plummeting down toward him. 'Shit,' he thought to himself. Using one hand, he kept a hold on the cable, using another hand, he grasped his gun and forced open the door. He quickley swung out of the lift shaft, before being crushed.

OOC: I'm not finishing off this post yet, I'm a lazy git, so I'll edit it later.

OOC: Ike is staying to talk to Arnie, otherwise he won't legally have a job. ;)
But the basement is looking inviting to him. Another place to explore, and more oppurtunities to help and such... But as of right now he is waiting eagerly in line... for now.


*Ike waited patiently. Nothing much was happening, but suddenly, he heard a loud cry. He twitched and turned towards the noise, and heard where the sound was coming from.
His acute sense of hearing, heightened from birth due to the things that happened to him as an egg, was able to pick up things that average creatures couldn't. Especially if it was some kind of threatening, or distress sound.*

*He quickly glanced from Arnie to the stairs. Arnie to the stairs.

"HELP, PLEASE THIS SLIG IS DOWN!!!!" He heard the cry again. Without another thought, he raced towards the stairs, and with un-matched agility climbed them and upon reaching the top, he burst out into a all-out sprint.
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He reached the area where the white slig was laying, and a mudokon was close to him. Breathing heavily, he knelt down near the Slig.

He then quickly glanced at the mudokon, and then back to the Slig. He put his hands together, and began to whisper some sort of chant under his breath. Blue orbs of light began to swirl around him, and the slig.
He began to chant louder, and looked as if a large amount of strain was being put on his mind. His temples grew very thick and were pulsating.

Ike was thinking: Come on... work. Wake him up. Heal him. wake him up. heal him. wake him up. heal..........

"Oh thank Odd, some help! He was like this when I saw him!"

Clem stared in amazement at the mystic Mud (Ike), amazed at what he was seeing. Part of him was amazed, lost in the peacful chanting. But another part of him was frantic, worried for the life of the white slig. Clem closed his eyes and prayed hard, hopefully to change events or disappear or have a hamburger appear in front of his eyes, ANYTHING. He was too scared to care.

Clem's mind suddenly went white, as well as his eyes and he started to chant along with Ike. It was almost as if something was compelling him to. He did not know why he was doing it, but he was. His body was blue and a large aura flowed around him, joining Ike's.

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The sun will glisten with beauty and grace
As time stands still with the joining of race


The message left him as Zuka's eyes snapped open, and he roared like a lion. The loud noise made Clem fall backward. Zuka, sweating, looked around.

"What the heck happened? One minute I'm walking around, and the next...."

Zuka saw Ike and Clem looking at him. Suddenly, anger filled his heart.

"Alright..."

Zuka pointed his finger at them

"Which one of you primates used their chants on me? Huh? Tried to get control of me, huh? Well, you better think twice before messing with a rank A elite Slig."

Zuka pointed at his gun.

"You see that? That's my peacemaker. And I don't need anyone's help. If you think you can control me with your mind games....you'll answer to her. Got it?

OCC:: Sorry if Zuka's so rough, i'm just experimenting with a new type of character.

"Um... okay. I don't want to answer to...her. But, I wasn't trying to possess you, you were just, well, unconcious. This guy here," *Ike paused and pointed at Clem.* "...he called for help 'cause you were knocked out."

*He shifted uneasily in his trenchcoat, and looked down at his pale purplish feet. Nervousness began to surge through him as he tried to think of what to do/say next.*

"Well, uh... I'd better get, um, going." *he said, glancing quickly at the large gun, held by an equally large Slig, and began to inch back.*

Clem looked at the white slig, then back at Ike. Clem liked this new mudokon friend, as he had just saved this Slig's life. Why was the Slig so mean and cruel? Maybe something happened to him? Clem didn't know, but he did want to explore some more, and maybe he could finally meet some friends. Then he got an idea. He turned to Ike.

"Wait!" Clem yelled after Ike.

Zuka turned around and glared at Clem.

"Please, don't run away! I'm kinda lost myself, and I am sure this Slig is too. Um, if you don't mind me asking, but do you know where Arnie's office is? I just came here a few minutes ago and I do not know where I am going. Hey! Maybe we can all go together!" Clem said.

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Zuka laughed.

"HA! Go with you! What kind of stupid slig do you think I am, trusting my life with some muds! Hm....but...if you do know the way, I guess I could use your information." Zuka's eyes glared at Clem as if he hated the notion, then he turned to Ike.

Zuka wanted to keep a close eye on this one....especially since he couldn't get that rhyme out of his head at times. What was that anyway.....?

RG turned to where he heard Molt's voice. "What an 'encouraging' offer. A Slig organic who wants to rebuild my optical sensory systems and facial plates..."

But RG was interrupted by Arnie, who looked relatively angry again. He was glaring at Molt. "What's that? You think you can tell me what to do with those two runaway Sligs? Let me remind you. You're in no position to order people around here. Especially not me!"

He took a breath and continued. "And what do you mean you can't control your voice and gun and whatnot? Shall we tie you up in the basement or something? That would keep you away from trouble."

Otto eyed Arnie and Molt. "At least the Head's blood pressure is on the right track again." he thought. He expected the Slig to cause some arguements, seeing the stuff he already did.

RG, who realised that the topic has changed, decided to leave, and successfully ran into Rick. The Mudokon nearly fell to the ground. "Next time, tell me if you want to leave. You'll walk into a grinder if you keep this up."

"Negative." said RG, while they were leaving the Grinding Station, heading to the workshop room Rick found earlier. "Active grinders are generating a lot of noise, and since I'm not deaf, I won't walk into them. Unactive grinders are silent, therefore harmless, so..."

"OK, OK, let's concentrate on your repairs." said Rick impatiently.

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"Hey, I almost forgot!" said #7 Slig to Dek. "We can reach RG from here, he can receive radio calls. Hmm... Might as well have a go at these new SCU gadgets."

He pressed the button on his SCU he installed earlier into his pants. "#7 here, RG-49, do you copy? Over."

After a few moments and a bit of static, the robot's voice came in. "What do you want, Slig organic? Over." said RG.

"Have you seen Molt? We're looking for him, he's on the loose again. Over."

"He's having a discussion with the Boss now, at the Grinder Station."

"With the boss?! And you left him with him?" asked #7 Slig alarmed.

"The Boss was handling the situation perfectly well when I was leaving the area. I wouldn't worry about..." said the robot, but #7 Slig turned his SCU off without a word. "OK Dek, that's trouble, isn't it?" he asked.

ooc: As a forewarning ILH, the basement is one of the more dangerous parts of the factory. The animals basically rule the place; loads made their homes down there when Rupture Farms was empty and there are far to many to be removed without some sort of army.

IC:
Krik stopped a short distance from the two glukkons, waiting for him to finish his discussion with the slig before butting in.
He was somewhat annoyed to notice that after everything that mudokon had run off. His suspicions of the painted mud were not quelled and she shifted uneasily, wanting to get out of there before it tried anything funny. He called up, "Arnie, can we talk quickly?"

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Jim almost leapt out of his skin at the gunshot, "SHHHHHH!" He hissed angrily, then feeling slightly stupid (who was supposed to hear it?) he added, "Be careful, you could kill someone with that!" His heart was racing with the shock. "Anyway, what would I want with a gun?"

Somi also heard the shot and ran back to the room where Jim and Sturg were, hiding in the shadows, expecting to see sligs bursting through and grabbing the meech.

"Um, I can lead ya' there, yeah." *Ike said, he then motioned to them to follow him, and began walking towards where he used to be waiting to talk to Arnie to get a job.

*sorry for the short post*

Clem slowly walked next to the blue mudokon (Ike). He was curious, and his face showed it, as he stared at Ike for a few minutes. He had never met a blue mudokon before, was he the one known as Abe, which he had heard so much about? He seemed to be able to do awesome things, but he was still unsure.

Finally, Clem started talking.

"Those were...um... some pretty slick moves back there. I...have never seen anything like that, except for in the Spooch Spoochum Forest. That was cool! I would never be able to do that! "

Clem put out his paw.

"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself! I can be so forgettful sometimes. My name is Clem, friend!"


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Zuka coughed. He had no choice but to follow the two Muds, even if it ment jeprodizing his reptuation as being the ultimate hunter. Still....he needed a job, and if he had to hang around with a few Muds in order to get his revenge on General Zeek and Tallus, he was willing to do so. It was a small price to pay for such a worthy cause.

Seem's his little gun "persuasion" had worked on the skiddish Muds.
Zuka looked at Clem, then back at Ike. Interesting that they risked their lives to save me. They could have been killed for slacking on the job or being late for registration, yet here they were, just walking as if nothing happened. He hated all Muds and all of their kind, yet it was kind of nice to be able to just walk. He had not done that for a long time....

OOC: Seeing as I don't get any replies, can anyone tell me if theres anyone in or near the production and packaging room? :PMight as well do something and interact.

OOC: Depending on where you are, you might hear the gunshot Sturg triggered and come to investigate.
IC: "Self protection? Duh..." said Sturg. But then thinking, this Mudokon worked here...maybe conditions weren't the same as they were before the place had been blown up. "Actually, on second thought, you might not need it."
At that point, Somi rushed in. She must not have realised it was merely him fiddling with the gun.
"It's all right, no killer Sligs, Somi. This is an interesting find anyway. The fact that guns used to be stored in such an easily accessible cupboard seems to tell me security was pretty low, unless someone put these here back then, originally only for temporary means, having not counted on the whole place being wrecked...hmmm. Maybe I oughta have a quick check out the door incase someone heard something..."
Sturg walked over to the door and shoved his head out. He sensed nothing except a slight breeze. it was quite pleasant. He stood there for a moment, enjoying it, before returning indoors.
"No one's coming, that I can sense out there, anyway..."

Arnie noticed that Krik wanted to speak with him. He turned to Otto and said briefly. "Go and check those Mudokons at the machinery."

"What?!" said Otto incredulously. "They're working fine, I can see that from here..."

"I said, go! Don't stand around all day, what do you think I'm paying you for?"

"Paying! Right..." said Otto sarcastically, but headed for the Mudokons anyway. "Haven't seen a paycheck for weeks, and he calls that payment..." he mumbled under his breath to himself.

He went to the Mudokons at the grinder line. "So, uh, how's grinding going?" he asked.

Meanwhile, Arnie turned to Krik. "So, what do you want? Any trouble at the Labs?"

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"That Slig organic should have his behaviour protocols reprogrammed." said RG after #7 Slig cut him off in mid-sentence.

"If he was a robot like you, that is, right?" asked Rick, afraid of RG having dangerous ideas about 'reprogramming' Slig brains.

"Positive. I can't pronounce the superiority of my kind enough. Organic behaviour is hard to change, while mechanic forms only need reprogramming."

"OK, I've heard enough of you being better than everybody else, etcetera and such." said Rick, rolling his eyes. "So, we're here, I found this place some time ago. There are some tools and spare parts around, too."

"Excellent. I have a basic set of tools in my frame compartments, but I think an welder used for industrial needs is a bit crude for sensitive repairs like the one we're preparing for. So, I need a pair of pliers, a small torch, some glass and wiring."

Rick nodded and went to a file cabinet nearby. He pulled out some of the drawers, and after a while he collected the items RG requested. He piled them on the table, then led RG to on of the chairs an helped him sit down. "OK, everything is in front of you, on the table." said Rick.

"Thank you, Mudokon organic." said RG. He scanned through the items with his hand, found the pliers and started to remove the shards of glass from his eye sockets.

To the roof instead...
 

ooc: Splat,thanks for your pm warning.I think I'll take your advice and join Dyionisia(or whatever her name is!).


ic:
Shickwayla:*still looking at the map* "You know,we should check out the roof first.You know,go from the top to the bottom exploring.I think it might be more safe and fun.Besides,I've heard on the internet that meat processing plants usually keep animals in their basements."

Opple:"Okay.You win.I actually wanted to go to the basement but,now that you mention it,I agree with going to the roof."

*Both follow the path to the roof as directed on their map.After a while,they finally reach their goal...*

Opple:"Uh oh.Look who's here.That little 'mud brat!'"*she said in a whisper*

Shickwayla:"Great."*looking closer at Dyionisia.*"You know,she doesn't look so dangerous right now.Lets go over and talk to her."

Opple:"What?!Are you crazy?She'll probably kick you off the roof!"

Shickwayla:"Oh,don't be dumb,Opple.If she gets testy,all we have to do is walk away.You also have to kill em' with kindness.You of all people should know that,sis."

Opple:"Yeah,you're right.Sorry.Let's go."

*Both walk towards the Mudokon,who was looking rather calm and maybe even a bit sad.*

Shickwayla:"Hello again."*She tried to sound as sweet as she could,not wanting to be enimies with this girl.*

Dek looked at #7. "Trouble? Not really. It's only a risk of the entire fac tory being dsestroyed again, isn't it? Tell RG to carefully and subtlely subdue Molt, perhaps with a few trank darts from behind. We'll need to return him to the Labs. I'm worried by cybernetic operations on him may have caused this personality trait of his- being made into a half-metal Slig after suffering head injuries can't be a comofrting experience. I could try and add a behavioral inhibitor chip to his mechanic eye to stop his behavior, we used those inhibitors on robots back at the old Vykker Labs. What do you think?"

Arthur cut in "I don't see hwat's the problem with Molt? I was comatose in the vents when thsi stuff with Molt happened. How dangerous is he? Regular Slig on a rampage dangerous, Abe and Munch dangerous, or Shrykull loose in a fully staffed factory dangerous?

"My bet would be on Regular-Slig-On-A-Rampage dangerous. He's not sneaking in shadows and doing us in one by one, is he?" said #7 Slig to Arthur. "He's making havoc occasionaly, and that makes it easier to track him down."

He turned to Dek. "Tranquilizing would work. I'm not intending on shooting him down neither. And then you can try putting that chip thingy in him. I'll try to reach RG again."

He activated the SCU again and spoke. "RG, come in, over."

There was silence again, but no answer came. "I repeat, RG, come in, over. This is urgent!" he added to make his point clear. But still no answer. "Something must have happened to him, he would have answered if he was aware that we are calling him." he said, deactivating the SCU.

"So, can't we take Molt down by ourselves? Do you have any tranq-darts?" asked #7 Slig from Dek and Arthur.

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Meanwhile, RG was still removing the shards from his eye sockets, being watched by Rick, who was sitting next to him.

"Hey, what was that static-like noise?" asked Rick uncertainly.

"It meant that someone's trying to communicate with a radio device in the vicinity of the factory." said RG, unconcerned.

"Didn't you want to answer that?" asked Rick.

"I'm not really concerned about the problems of others right now. I'm concentrating on my repairs, so I can hunt the organic down who stole my gun." said RG, putting down the pliers and replacing his left optical sensor to its socket. "Say, Mudokon organic, can you see any metal plates in the room?"

Rick looked around, then stood up, went to the cabinet again, and after a while he returned with some metal plates. "Well, it's not definately your color, seeing that these are metalic gray..." he said, examing the plates, then placing them on the table.

"No matter. They are as good as my former facial plating, copper-coloured or not." said RG, touching the plates with his hands. "I might need your help with these though. I need you to cut them with a torch so they will fit on my face."

"We don't need to cut anything, then." said Rick grinning, eyeing the plates which were twice the size as RG's head.

"Why?" asked RG, apparently unaware that Rick was joking about the robot's overgrown self-esteem.

"Nothing." said Rick, shaking his head.

ooc: No one's in production and packaging right now; there's not really much going on at the moment. Most characters are in the main grinders at the moment, so I guess you could wander over there. Actually Aryxl and Marco's characters' are in the porduction lines right now (I think) so you could run into them.

IC:
Dionysia jumped slightly at the voice. She hadn't heard anyone approach (but then she hadn't been paying attention to anything). She lowered her head quickly and tried to inconspiciously wipe the tears off her face, feeling angry with herself. She recognised the two things she'd met earlier (couldn't remember their names though).
"What are you doing here?" She said in a muffled voice, trying to sound demanding but failing completely. So much for her pride.

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Krik snorted, "Probably, but that wasn't what I'm here to say. I'll be leaving here soon, and I just want to remind you that the Magog Cartel want me to make a report on you and this place. Though I'm glad to see some work is getting done," He said, glancing round the busy grinding area. "Though certainly you need to exercise more control over the sligs! There are a couple I encountered earlier who were causing a great deal of trouble! If I may, I would warn you not to get Skilya's people involved; if they start poking around here it could be the worst for all of us." He smiled grimly and hefted his bag.

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Jim still looked uncomfortable, "i just... think it'd be a better idea if you leave the guns alone for a while." He glanced at the gun on the floor where Sturg had left it, thinking that he should perhaps put it back in the cupboard but not really wanting to touch it.
Jim sighed, "I hope Anni hurries up."


ooc: Still waiting for you guys to post as Kix/Dean!

ooc: What do you wan tus to [ost? I'#ve forgotten where they are!
IC:
Dek replie to #7 "I believe ther's some darts in the Lab. But there's no need, as I have come equipped." Dek holds up the Snuzi he brought, and gestures also to his protective armour and an electroshocker attached to a belt clip. "Should put him out like a light."

Arthur coughed, again cutting in "Erm, that's all good but, what about me an #7? We don't have any protective armour an weapons. D'we not get any, or can we go to the armoury first? I mean, sure there's 3 of us, but if he's armed, chances are one or more of us could get hurt without gear."

Mind if we join you???
 

ic:
*Seeing that Dionysia was a little troubled,Shickwayla tried her best to speak in a kind tone.*

Shickwayla:"What are we doing here?Just exploring.We can't really find anything to do."

Opple:"Do you mind if we join you up here?Look's like it has a nice veiw of everything,don't ya think?"

(Anyone mind if I try again? Of course, there's way too much I missed to catch up on, so my character would be just as clueless as I am as to what's going on...)

OOC: Sure, Reiji, welcome back. Post a profile in the W@RF Profile Thread and you can start as soon as you want.

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"If you mean Gappiqu and Goresplatter,..." said Arnie to Krik. "...don't worry about them. They already smashed up RG's face and stole his rifle, so he's definately going to hunt them down. I'm not really fussed about how he brings them before us. Knowing him, he would their tentacles out one by one."

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One of RG's frame compartments popped open and the robot took out the welder he used to mend the pipes in the Grinding Station earlier. He gave it to Rick. "Have you any experience with metalwork?"

"No, but I wanted to get into it anyway." said Rick, taking the welder from RG and examining it. It wasn't a complex tool - an activator button, and a small valve to adjust the flame of the welder.

Meanwhile, RG took one of the metal plates in front of him. A pointed instrument popped out from one of his fingers and he started to draw a perfectly square shape on the plate.

"I still can't belive how you're capable of this. I mean, blind and all." said Rick.

"My movements are partly controlled by my processor, which makes calculations with the coordinates of the postition where my arm currently is, and the position where I want to move my arm. These calculations provide me the distance of the respective movement. With the knowledge of my frame's attributes, I can recreate any part of my body, if the needed materials are available. That's why I needed you to help." said RG. After he finished sketching his new facial plate, he handed the plate to Rick. "Cut the plate with the welder along the lines I made."

"Sure... I'll try." said Rick, activating the welder. A large flame bursted out from the nozzle. "Turn it down a little, we don't need a flame that powerful now." said RG, picking up the torch from the table.

Rick turned the valve a little, reducing the flame. Then, he started to move it along the lines on the plate.

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"If we're smart, Molt won't have time to injure any of us. Listen, Dek could move up to him while we take the catwalks over the Grinding Station. If the Snuzi won't work, we can give him a bigger dosage from above. Dek has armor, normal bullets usually don't make much damage on it. So, what do you think?" asked #7 Slig from Dek and Arthur.

ooc: Sorry for not posting very quickly Marco... ;)

Ike turned towards the Mud whom had just introduced himself as "Clem".

"Well, my name's Ike. And thanks for saying that... I grew up somewhere near the Spooce-shrub forest... I can't remember where exactly, but..."
His voice began to drone off, as Ike began to lose himself in his memories. Quickly though he shook his head, and snapped out of it.

"We're almost there."
He pulled out his notepad, and flipped through to the map he had drawn. According to the map, they were in the production line, heading out to the grinders, where Arnie was.
He began to walk forward again, motioning to them to follow.

The train at the Feeco station slowed to a stop, eventually halting over the platform. The door opened, and there was a voice.

"Git goin', mute!"

A female Mudokon fell from the doorway, landing hard on her hands and knees. She grunted a little with the impact, but quickly rose and began to quickly walk away, as she had been ordered. Behind her, she could hear the slig that had shoved her off mutter to himself.

"Wastin' my time, makin' me drag her worthless hide all the way..." The door slammed shut.

As the train slowly accelerated, she glanced down at the sheet of paper in her hand. It had been slightly crumpled with the fall, and she tried to smooth it out. It was her identification, but mostly a letter to the owner of the new Rupture Farms- a Glukon named Arnie. Now if only she could find him...

Can I join?
 

If I can join, I would like to add my char, of course.

Name:Grunt
Race:Flying slig
Gender:Male
Age:20
Appearance:New aviator googles,flying suit with 2 propellers(each one on its side)
Personality:Likes smoking,drinking, and makin' friends.He's a nice and curious guy.Also gets hundreds of ideas per day.
Equipment:Standard slig rifle and an army helmet.
History:He is a slig that just got fired from Soulstorm brewery and now he is looking for a job to do.He knows Otto because he used to play with him when he was a little baby.He also knows Arnie because he's otto's bro (of course).

ooc:iz dripik here?Ah he is.Okay thats all.

Grunt:*Enters Rupture Farms railway station*Hello-o? *spots the train accelaraiting, and quickly flies to it*He spots a female Mudokon leaving.*rushes closer to the station* *bumps in a pillar* OW!!! *his copter falls down on the floor and he falls unconcious* ooc:did i put dis on a wrong place???If i did, sry.

occ: It's ok Arxryl, I haven't been able to reply quickly either because of studying for a Chemistry test.


IC:: Clem looked around nervously as he walked behind Ike. His eyes darted from corner to corner, and suddenly the grinders looked scary. He did not want to worry, but he did not want to meet this new Glukkon boss either. If it was up to him, he would have bolted and hid in a meat barrel for the rest of his life. Last time he did that, and he was taken out by a bouncer slig and beaten for 2 hours straight. The Glukkon wasn't fond of Clem after that. It was the worst part about being transfered around...he didn't know who to trust. But, at least he didn't have to go alone. Clem turned to look at Ike, seeing the back of his head with blurred vision.

" So...uh...this Glukkon boss...is he... uh..dangerous? I mean..you know where he is so I ....uh...figured you saw...him" Clem started to sweat. He looked back at Zuka, who was just looking around. Zuka started to look alittle scary too.

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"Hmm...why is that Mud staring at me like that? He looks like a quivering baby slig." Zuka thought as he was walking behind Clem and Ike.

"I shoulda just registered for the Barracks again..sheesh!" Zuka muttered under his breath.

The production line had large pieces of Elum meat littered along the conveyor belts. Zuka sniffed the air and sighed. Ahh, the glorious smell of rotting meat. It's like deodarant for Sligs....