Slap looked stern at the Vykker, and felt a little sympathy for him. It must have been hard to accept that his friend was going to suffer. He never had that feeling, since his only true friend was a Chronicler working for Skillya. And since he rarely saw him, he never felt close to him. And his guardain was a nasty Vykker that always bickered about him asking so many questions.

Slap next wrote, "I am sorry to hear this tragedgy. I have never experience such a lose, since my only true old friend is a Chronicler, and works for Skillya.

Now, what are you experienced in? That may be important to know. Because I was looking for someone that could cure the whole Slig aggressiveness problem I have been having."

#7 Slig arrived to the Storage Room on the 2nd floor. He went inside, looking at the tools and other items laying around on shelves or the floor. He noticed a table which had a lot of things on, so he decided to have a look.

He found a torn-off announcement speaker, a broken LED sign with its glass shattered, some cables and wires laying on a pile of old Wanted posters, bolts and screws, just to name a few. He moved the posters a little and saw a number of small instruments in a metal case. He wiped the dust off the cover to see the what they are: Slig Communications Unit - Install In Slig Pants. He took one out from the case and examined it. "This is definately better than the radios." thought #7 Slig. He looked at his pants and found a small terminal the size of the SC unit. He connected it and a light lit up on the unit. He grabbed the case and ran outside to get to the Security Office. He went down to the 1st floor and entered the Office. "A unit for everyone and communication will be a lot more easier." he thought while he put the case on his desk.

He sat down to his computer. "Now, let's get the LED signs online." he thought. He pressed a few buttons, then entered a message:
ATTENTION! ALL SLIGS ARE TO RECEIVE A SC UNIT FROM THE SECURITY OFFICE!

Kix smirked, being that she could see that Anni was feeling better. She said quite happy like, "So, I guess we need to go inside to see if we can get water?"
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Gappiqu looked at Dionysia quite humorousily like, and said to her, "Ya know, this is going alright. I never felt quite at home."

Then, he realized something. He had declared his love to her, since he thought he was going to die. But now, it seem like he was going live. And know, he had to apolgize. He said quite nervousily, while removing his mask, (Sligs use that as a sign of respect) "Erm, Dionysia, I just want to say, I hope we can still be friends. You know, it seems like we will see each other for long time, and I don't want my feelings to get in the way..."

Praetyre shrugged off the brief feelings of sadness for his sibling and continued;
"Due to my now dead parents considerable wealth, I received an extensive education at the Nolybab Academy. I possess a Masters degree in Medicine, Surgery, and Research, and a Bachelors degree in Computer Science and Pharmacy. I am really sorry to dissapoint you, but not only do I not possess any psychomedical training, I failed my high school final year psychology exam. My species is not exactly emphatic, and me even less. So, the most I could do is dispense meds or remove areas of the brain, and based on what I've researched, the feelings eventually group and cause the rest of the brain to corrode and implode. At least that's what I learned while doing it to a terminally ill Fuzzle. Sligs might have different properties."

OOC: Sorry I've been gone for about 5 months, what's been happeneing in the RPG while I've been away? Also, who's still RP'ing here/what's happened to my characters? Sorry to be such a bother, I just want to get re-involved in it you see. :)

ooc:Good to see you, MM. I'm PMing you with a bit of a summary, but I don't know how good it will be.

IC:
Dionysia paused and then answered Gappiqu with a distant look in her eyes. "Look, I got close to a slig before and... well, calling it a disaster doesn't really cover it. He betrayed me to the Cartel and nearly got me killed. Instead the Cartel now bribe me and my makers into working for them, cus if the wrong people find out about me... Well, lets say what'll happen to me will probably quick and messy, but I assure you I won't like it. I'm not good with secrets. I don't want to know them and I don't want to hear them...but if you can put up with that and..." She looked a little annoyed, "Well, if you can put up with everything you've seen of me so far, then fine, friends... I hope you're not listening in on our conversation, Gore." If her skin hadn't been black, she probably would have been blushing.

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Anni grinned, "There's a hose in the cafeteria kitchen I think. But can we get inside without going past that vykker?"

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Krik reached causiously for the gun and was surprised to see the meech actually looked relaxed! Taking the opportunity, he lunged out, grabbed the weapon and started firing wildly (and not very accurately) in the meech's general direction.

ooc: Is anyone in the cafeteria right now?

IC: Sturg ducked as various shots fired everywhere. He screeched at the wild thing to stop and then nudged the poster again. He tried to hiss "yes, I did read it" at the creature.

OOC: The summary was very helpful. Also, there's a living meech? That's interesting. Splat's summary mentioned something about Goresplatter going to hospital, so we'll say for convenience that Dek went with him and got tied up at the hospital. The last thing I remember Arthur doing is climbing into a vent in the Lab for some reason. Let's just say he passed out.
IC:
Dek was frustrated. Recently everything had been a blur. Days, weeks, months perhaps went by. He'd lost track, having been caught up at the hospital when taking Gore in. Paperwork, queries surrounding his departure from Vykkers' Labs, paperwork, forms to fill in regarding his new job, paperwork, catching up with old colleagues, paperwork, setting up a new bank account with FeeCo Banking, and more paperwork. Dek was tired and needed a holiday. Rupture Farms was probably the best thing he'd get.
He climbed into his Pod, starting the engine as quickly as he could.
"Once I get back, I can pick up from where I left off. I wonder if that black female mudokon is still there." he thought as the Vykker contraption took off through the repugnant air.
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Arthur finally came to. His brain began to start working again, and he felt as though he was the living dead.
" Okay, I'm pantless, in an air vent, and have apparently been KO'ed for Odd knows how long. Better find out where I am and who's here."
He crawled out of the open vent, collapsing heavily on the floor of the Labs. He looked around, spying a set of pants on the floor. Whether they were his or someone else's, he didn't know. He pulled them on, and staggered dazed and bleary-eyed into the main room of the Labs. He desperately wanted food and drink, he looked at himself and realized he was nearly bone-thin after however lnog he'd been out of it.
He then noticed that Slap was in the lab, along with a vykker that wasn't Dek.
"Hey....Slap, what've I missed. How long have I been up in that vent, and did you fix the gas problem? An did yer ferget about me or think I was dead? Also, who's this vykker an' where's Dek?"
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OOC: If there's anyone else in the lab I aplogise for ignoring them, I really need to get back into the swing of things. Also, has anybody heard anything of Big Bro Boogie the past few months?

Praetyre was waiting for a reply from Slap when a dazed Slig came out of the air vent.
"What in the name of Irwin? Grenades, psychotic Sligs, and now a dazed looking Slig climbs out of the air vent, and looks like he has been in there for months? I love this place. Anyway, Slap, I think we should continue this conversation after you finish talking to this Slig. He looks like he could use some help."

"There it is! Ugh! Grr! Stop... holding me... down... Wash!"
"You'll bust your stitches!"
"Let... ugh... go! It's a Vykker!"
"The intern is Slap. He saved you! The Vykker is his supirior."
"They'll hurt us! Like they did in Vykker's Vivinfection!
"No. They work as the doctors h-"
"NO!"
Linc finally burst from Wash's grip and leapt from his bed. He stormed towards Dek, arms outstretched, before he sighed and collapsed to the sterile-ish floor. Blood seaped out from his bandages.
Wash ran over to him. "Dek! Slap! Help me!"

OOC: Dek's flying back to the factory in his Pod. The vykker in the Labs is Praetyre, he belongs to Patrick Vykkers. Or are you just saying Dek because your character doesn't know better?

OOC: Um... sure, let's go with that.

Praetyre was waiting for Slap to converse with with the Slig when a bloodied Mudokon burst in. "Looks like I've got an assignment already." he thought. He then turned to Slap after seeing the Mudokon collapse, bloody, over the floor.

Praetyre walked over, checking the Mudokons vital signs. He was alive, but still bleeding. It looked as if his bandages had burst. Praetyre turned over the Mudokon to check for any other frontal bleeding when he noticed how many bruises there were on the Mudokons body. Many of them had faded somewhat, but many scars dotted his body. Also, one of his eyes was bloodshot, and he had scars from lip stiches.
"Potential troublemaker. Could be damaged from emotional and physical abuse. Slap, bandage this Mudokon up, and inject some morphine into him, to relieve his tension, and lower his blood pressure. "

Slap was thinking of his own family after the Vykker had said his family loss. He never had one, and that was why he felt like there was a piece of him missing. He was told that his mother had been exucuted for resisting the Vykkers in a way that included murder. His father was drafted and arrested before he was even born, and died within two monthes after he was born. He had no siblings that the Vykkers knew of in the breeding centers. And afterwards he was raised by a Vykker, so the Vykker could have his own little medical assistant, and taught not to be sentimental at all. Slap grew horribly serious like in social moments, since he himself experienced pain, and would rather let all of his patients not to feel more pain than they already are having.

After having a moment to himself, Slap realized Arthur came in. He thought that Arthur had left into the R+R, but he guessed that he remained in the vents overnight. Slap hastily and cleverily replied to Praetyre, "I am not disappointed, I have studied phychology in my years in medical school. I simply need help from someone who is better experienced than in treating mental tramization with Sligs. Sligs have parental influence, and the Sligs I have been dealing with have much parental influence from their mother, and I simply can't knock out and lock up every single Slig in this facility. Besides, I was just wondering if you had any assistants, because I was about to hire a Snoozer here to protect and help us in the labortory. Anyway, this an assistant of Dek's, named Arthur and...."

All of the sudden, the Mudokon that he was treating last night seem to be under pain, but he found what Praetyre was saying was pretty professional. He got up and went to find the medince case in the room. Slap found a small medince crate by his suitcase. The crate was sealed by two buttons on the sides of locks that kept the crate closed. He pressed each of the buttons on each lock with his two middle fingers together to slowly open the crate open. The crate's insides included tackle box, with each shelf inside that had same medical object. The first one had First Aid equipment, the next had surgeon utensils, the other had labeled test tubes with medince inside, while the last had drugs. Slap grabbed the test tube with morphine in it and a needle. He inserted the contents of the test tube into the needle. He next rushed himself to Linc and poked the needle into the body beneath the bandages. Slap hastily pulled the needle out after five seconds.

He started to relax, but was starting to get a little suspiscous for something. But he shook it off him and thought about his punishment for Gappiqu.
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Gappiqu was relieved in odd ways, but unsastified in another way. He was happy that he was able to keep his dear friend, but upset that he couldn't get any closer than that. Then he decided he might as well give a shot at getting closer.

Gappiqu derew his legs closer to Dionysia and smiled. Grinned, in a rather odd way, is more like it. He said comfortily and cooly, "Well, I can certainly tolerate you very well. And I'm not going anywhere soon. So, I'm ya man. He firmly placed his hand on her shoulder and looked at her, observing her very features in the dark. And then he fixed onto her eyes. Her deep, yellow eyes. He quietly whispered to her, "Did anyone tell you that your eyes is more dashing than the moons on their brightest and most beautiful nights?"

Praetyre spoke again; "Good. Let's bandage this Mudokon up and lay him on one of the beds for a while. Make sure you get one that monitors blood pressure, respiration, and heartbeat, and not just one thats used for.. examinations. I'll watch over him, and you could contact the boss and tell him that we've got strange things happening in the labs."

IC:
Arthur realized Slap was mostly concetrated on other patients, so he decided to head on to the cafeteria. He'd have to find Dek himself. As he exited the Labs, Arthur noticed an LED sign ,which had just flashed up with a message:
ATTENTION! ALL SLIGS ARE TO RECEIVE A SC UNIT FROM THE SECURITY OFFICE!
"Great, just as I want to eat. Well, better head off there I guess."
Arthur sighed and began to make his way to the Security Office.
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Dek steered the Pod carefully, bringing it in to land in the train station, flying through the gap where trains enter. He hopped out once it landed, pulled on his lab coat and adjusted it, then headed off to his Labs. "Let's see how Slap's getting on without a Vykker to co-oridnate everything." He thought to himself.

Gore flinched by the sound of his name. His head jerked up painfully. Evidentally something was drawing his attention. He looked unsettled.
"Me listen in? M'eh, I barely listen in at office meetings. Though I did pick up the general idea, sorry..."
He arched his shoulder slightly in case a slap was coming his way.
"But guys, we really should get out of here... I swear something's moving over there..."
Gore was squinting into the far shadows of the unlit pumping control, which to his memory was dangerously close to the nests. He held his gun to his eye, ready, but was shaking.
"Let's think of a plan and get out of here. I'd hate for Gappiqu to leave whatever's inside inside, 'cause that's bad. But I'm sure we'd hate more if whatever's inside to get pulled outside by a couple of Paramites..."
He shook nervously and was slightly pale. He looked to be on the verge on a panic attack.

Gappiqu hastily looked back at Goresplatter and nodded. He realized that Gore was getting a little uncomfortble. He hastily brought his mask back onto him and said to him quietly, "It's OK, I'm done. Just bring me up, OK?"
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Slap nodded in agreement and decided to go over to Linc. He scooped his consciousless body up and looked for a bed. Being that there wasn't any bunkers in Labortory, he had to find one of the patient operation counters for a substitute. At last, he found on of the roll out counters, with green padding, which was perfect for this emergency. He carefully layed Linc on the bed, and continued the rest of his task.

Slap went through the Labortory's walls to look for a Life Systems Monitar. At last, he found such a monitar, in fact, it was even named the Life Systems Monitar or LSM. The looked liked a heart monitar, except larger, and far more complex. There was thin line of hard material that seperated the monitar into different divisions. Each division observed each system in a different way. Slap thought it was perfect was the operation, and grabbed the monitar to push Linc's bed. The bottom had wheeles, so it became easy to push such a contrapion. When it got his bed, he grabbed a handful of nerve wire attached to the monitar, and pushed each into different sections of his body. At last, the monitar erupted into all sorts of noises, and it began to moniter everything in the body.

Before Slap decided to leave, he cautiousily waited by the lift's doorway to the upstairs level. He wanted to go to Arnie with his close-to-being-murderer.
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Kix smiled a sniggered. She said to Anni cheerfully, "Anni, this is the Stockyards! There are hundreds of routes to getting somewhere around here! And besides, you of all people must know that!"

After Slap went over to the elevator and the Slig left, Praetyre walked over to the monitor. The readings were stable, but the scans had still to be completed. A bright light flashed over the entire body.

Praetyre hastily remembered to put the radiation filter over the scanner just 2 seconds before it started. After the bright light had finished examining every nook, cranny, and internal organ of the Mudokon, it flashed up with a medical report. The results showed that the Mudokon had not only received brain damage from physical abuse, the heatbeat showed inner pain, and the electrical impulses showed he was actively repressing some horrific memories.

But the most pressing report came from the blood pressure monitor. The heart had become so relaxed it was pumping at a rate of only 16 per minute, as opposed to the healthy Mudokon 50. A bottle neck of blood pressure had formed in the bandaged areas, and in only 10 minutes would become critical, causes a blood vessel to literally implode, and then the heart. The only way of stopping this was through a method Praetyre disliked, the use of what were commonly considered torture instruments for medical operations. But he either had the choice of causing the Mudokon burning pain for the next hour or letting him die in the most horrific way possible. Praetyre chose the lesser of two evils, putting down his metallicaly covered hand, and triggering the system to deliver an electric shock, focused like a lightning rod to the Mudokon's chest. "Here goes.." he thought.

ooc: For future reference, Somi is a talking paramite that Anni found when it was a baby and it's family had been shot cus they were storming Rupture Farms. (W@RF 2 I think, anyway, when T-nex left and gave me Anni, i basically took Somi as well).

IC:
If the meech had been talking, Krik didn't notice. His gun had just stopped firing and he was pointing it at his face and trying very hard to get it going again.
Somi, who had heard the fight between the meech and Krik, came out of the factory curiously. She looked around and noticed the meech and the enraged vykker and she called in animal language, "Hey, get over here! Can't you see he's trying to kill you?"
She was puzzled. She thought meeches were all dead.

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Anni shook her head. "There aren't many ways into the factory, and he's by the door. I guess we should just go in that way. He didn't see us before so I don't think he will now." She tried to look cheerful.

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Dionysia stepped back from Gappiqu when Gore spoke. "I don't like the idea of going back through the labs with that intern still around. There's a path just over there," She pointed to the door of the room, which was open. She'd noticed it earlier before she'd woken up Gappiqu. "That's gotta lead somewhere. There'll be another lift out of the basement, surely? I don't think this'd be the only lift. You've got a gun Gore, and if we're quick I don't think we'd be attacked."

She wanted to say something to Gappiqu, but decided to wait until Goresplatter was distracted. If she had him leading them through the basement, hopefully it'd be distraction enough to let her speak to the slig.

IC: Sturg heard the Paramite. He quickly rolled it up and went over to the Paramite "Hmm? I was trying to get this guy to tell me about this poster. I presumed he know's something. I tried to get him to trust me so he'd say something, but I guess it was all a bit pear shapen. Not that he's concentrating enough to hit me with that thing. But anyway, since you seem to be of intelligence and willing to listen, is this really true?" Sturg unrolled the poster "It says we're extinct or something. I haven't met any other Meeches for shrykull knows, but I figured maybe we weren't often used in this facility, and I was possibly accidental. But this poster seems to have raised many questions. Any ideas?"

OOC: Actually, (not to be a know-it-all or anything) the attack was done in version 1, Somi was introduced I believe in version two. I'm still reading through, and it has been a long time since I read the orginals. If only we could make great stories like them.

Anyway, I plan to introduce a few new Mudokons. And this time without an extermily pitiful past. I wonder what I should do with Bonty though.

IC: Kix shrugged as Anni spoke. She said hopingly, "Well, if Abe can go through the Stockyards without being shot, so can we." Kix took Anni's hand and nudged her to go.
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Gappiqu looked at the door Dionysia was pointing at and looked at it curiousily. He might as well escape from there, being that he himself didn't want to be near the Intern. He was really smart and a good one when it comes to making you spit. You just can't lie easily in front of him! Gappiqu grumbled, "Yeah, I goin' with Dionysia with this one. That Intern is not going to let me off the hook, sa let's go into that lift."

Gappiqu remembered about the attack thing Dionysia mentioned about, so he pulled out a grenade, just in case. He didn't want to lose his life so easily. Gappiqu looked at and thought sigh like, "If I'm not going to carry a gun around, I should at least have a Slog with me." That got some gears rolling, but he decided to do nothing about it.

OOC: I have a bad idea where Sturg is going to end up in.

Gore looked at Dionysia like she was a mad person, then looked back at his gun.
"Aww, Odd Damnit!"
He took his gun back to his eye and led off into the shadows. He was incredibly jittery, shaking all over and continuously squeaking to himself. He was about to set a pace, when a rumble of a nearby pipe made him squeal and discharge a few shots from his gun. The shots echoed down into the darkness, along with his squeal. Every time his squeal echoed, he winced and shrank into his shoulders. He inspected the pipe. It had very minor damage, with a tiny dripping leak of hot water and a dent in the panel.
"That's connected to the boiler right?" he shuddered, "Better not be too much damage there..." He pulled a cigar out of his hip pouch and lit it with a lighter from his other pouch. He inhaled deeply, and calmed a bit.
"C'mon guys, stick close, if I'm gettin' eaten by Paramites, I'm gonna make sure the whole lotta' you are too..." he said sarcastically, then chuckled to himself.

Arthur continued trudging along to the security office. He walked in and opened the door, seeing #7 Slig. " Hey Numbers, what is it I need doin' then? Some kind've unit? Hurry up, I wanna go eat."
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Dek continued at a quick pace, going in to his old Lab. He noticed Slap standing at a lift doorway on his way there. "Oh, Slap. Tell me, how have things been going without me?" We must catch up some time, but I need to do a bit of re-organising first."
He continued in to the Lab, where he saw a vykker operating on a mudokon. It appeared to be forcing a lightning rod onto his chest. Dek was taken offguard. "What is going on here! Why are you in my lab, I'm the only vykker in the factory, we don't need another one!"

Slap continued to stay by the lift's doorway, until he heard a Vykker's voice. For a second he thought it was another Vykker, but when he turned around he saw Dek instead. He became relieved and started to type down, "Ah, good you're back. And sir, a lot of changes of happened. Well for one, Gappiqu blew up a few of your lights and let Molt go crazy. Well, actually, Molt told me that an old boss of his promises to take over this factory if we fire him, so that's not good on Arnie's part. But Gappiqu and Dionysia escaped from this lab using the lift. On a nice part, Goresplatter came back is now trying to find those little brats. Also, sir....."

He started to hear Dek shout at the other Vykker. That was something unexcpected, being that Slap thought he might be happy. Slap went over to Dek hastily to explain. Slap wrote down, "Sir, while you were gone, a Vykker came and got hired by our very own Otto. Now, think about this positively. You always needed a little assistance around here. I can tell, you had glass shards everywhere when I got here. He is only here for help, not to drive you out of business.

But I must say, I am quite frigthened by this Vykker, since he appears to be using a lightning rod on very weak Mudokon. It simply would do more damage than it would be helping." He hoped that this would relax Dek, since he couldn't take anymore drama.
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Gappiqu grew scared, mainly due to the fact Goresplatter was shooting out of control. He didn't know how staying close could help, if the one who was helping him was scared like crap.

And to see that there was a leak from Goresplatter's shoots, made him feel a little disappointed. He knew that there couldn't be much damage now, but he would have to fix it for future reference. He let himself focus on the door in front of him, and he quietly walked forward. But suddenly, he heard a screech, and saw a Paramite in front of him, screeching for others. Curses couldn't describe his anger.

Wash was on his own in the ward. The Vykker and Slap had left with Linc, all there was left were other patients in the beds. He fought back the tears. This ordeal on top of the rest was too much...
Then he heard shouting from the theatre they had taken Linc to. High pitched, Vykker voices. Wash ran to the door and hammered on it.
"Hey! HEY! Let me in! What are you doing to him?!"

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Linc was vaguely aware of pain, but it felt distant, far away. He was also aware of various devices being hooked up to his body, and stressed voices arguing. It was all drowned out by a bright light that sparked into existence miles away, in the the blackness of the world. It grew brighter and was so inviting, Linc just wanted to run to it...

Krik cursed loudly as the meech ran off, and through the stupid gun away. Of all the moments for it to break, it had to be when he was about to make the biggest catch of his career.

Meanwhile, Somi led Sturg away and down some old broken tunnels into the uninhabited parts of the factory. When she thought they'd be safe, she stopped and spoke to the meech in animal language. "You should be careful. I haven't seen any other meeches for a long time, so I think they'll try to catch you if they see you. Around here you'll be safer: lots of animals live down here now, and no one from the factory comes. You want to know about the poster? Well, there is one mudokon who is nice: I could try to find her and ask her about the poster." Somi looked up suddenly. "Do you hear that? There's someone calling for help. Maybe you should hide and I'll go and see what it is."
She waited for the meech's reply.

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Anni and Kix headed towards the factory and found the vykker still outside and looking very angry. They crept past and into the factory while he was distracted. "Now I guess we should go to the kitchen and get some water." Said Anni, pleased that they'd managed to sneak inside.

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Dion almost jumped out of the skin when Goresplatter yelped and fired a shot from his gun. She stood, frozen, as the noise echoed around. Barely managing to contain her rage and stop herself from shouting insults at Goresplatter till his ears bled, she confined herself to give him her most evil look.
She spun around quickly, however, when she heard the paramite speaking. She didn't know much about animals, or she might have suggested they run: paramites are pretty safe when there's only one. Instead she hissed at Goresplatter, "What are you waiting for idiot? Shoot it!"

IC: "Well, actually, I've been hanging out nearish, in the outer unused Stockyrads for some time now. years and years. I came up here partly just to explore. I'm bored. If there's someone calling for help, maybe I can be of assistance? :D Something to do, among others. Afterwards, maybe you could give me a rough idea of this Mudokon's appearance? As well as looking for an individual, I'm pretty worn thin of what they even look like, it's been so long since I've seen one."

Praetyre ceased shocking the Mudokon, to find he was drifting away. Luckily, the blood pressure had been solved, but the Mudokon seemed to be dying. Praetyre pressed down on the Mudokons heart, trying to start the heart less painfully.
He then heard a Mudokon desperately banging against the door, trying to get in. To avoid physical attacks, Praetyre replied to the other Mudokon via a microphone in the lab connecting to a speaker outside it. It was normally used for paging Interns and Vykkers, but he thought the situation warranted using it to talk to the Mudokon. He also heard Slap and a Vykker talking, with Slap seeming quite worried. To calm him, the other Vykker, and the Mudokon down, he had to act fast.
"Dear Mudokon outside the lab, and also to Slap and whoever else is talking about this, your friend here had a brush with death. The sheer internal pressure around the bandaged area, coupled with his slowed heart rate from the morphine my colleague gave him to prevent him hyperventilating, would of caused many blood vessels to literally implode. That would of caused him absolutely agonising pain and horrific death. So I took the only option I could. A regular heartstarter was not strong enough. The beat had to be stabilized in ten minutes. So I either had the choice of letting him die, or giving him a big shock. Unfortunately, it didn't go as planned. It should of restarted his heart and fixed the pressure, but it only caused it to pump for 3 seconds. This fixed the pressure, but right now this Mudokon is dying. I am trying to bring him back with hand to chest pushes."
Praetyre then quickly ran back and started pushing the Mudokon 's chest again, in an attempt to get him to wake up.
" Don't die on me, don't die on me. Come back to this world. Your time has not come"

Gore span, gun back to his eye.
"Skillya, I'm too old for this..."
He unloaded all the clip into the Paramite, then behind it just in case it's help had arrived. Smoke was beginning to fill the area from his gun, and shells littered the floor. After a few clicks, he reloaded, then peered through the sights where the Paramite was again.
"I don't like Paramites... nasty little things. Everyone get behind me, make sure there's nothin' behind or to the sides. I better make sure none of the things over here get back up to say hello..."
He stared at the point intently, now steady rather than quivering. It was all business now. He would rather be in an open firefight than creeping along, preparing to be sprung up on by a Paramite.

Dek listened to Slap, responding "So he's only going to be my assistant, he's not repalced me? That's fine then." Vykkers were such territorial creatures, and rarely tolerant of other Vykkers.
dek opened the door, poked his head out to look at Wash, and said "Go away. We're busy operating on our friend and don't need any distractions. If you want to know how he is, wait in the cafeteria and someone will fetch you when it's over." Dek was also intolerant of most people in general today, due to his heavy workload recently.
He hurried over to Praetyre "His heart's stopped? Your pumping doesn't seem to be doing much, perhaps we should use a piece pf equipment. Do you happen to have a pacemaker-type device with you anywhere?"
Dek himself began to hurry into the back room, where the more specialised equipment was. If he could find a pacemaker and insert the device down into the mjudokon's heart, and then expand and compress it, he hoped to start the heart going again. Or it could make the arteries too wide and the mudokon would bleed to death internally, but Dek felt he had to take the risk.
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Arthur walked up to #7 Slig and tapped him on the shoulder. "Er, hello? Oddworld to #7?"
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OOC: BM, do you actually want Linc to die or be saved?

Praetyre stood by the monitor, watching the Mudokons heartbeat. As he could not afford to move away and miss a possible phenomena, he simply yelled to the other Vykker in the storage room.
"Sir! I think this will be a two Inhabitant job! The surgeon will be too busy operating to glance at the monitor, and it requires constant interfacing to provide enough information for an operation this complicated. No offense sir, but I think maybe I should do the surgery. I possess a Masters degree, and you seem to me like you might be stressed or overworked. But we'll still need someone to monitor the Mudokon, and Slap is going to inform the boss about recent and very important events. So that just leaves you and me. So, once you get the pacemaker, just pass it to me and man the monitoring station. Direct me if I'm causing anything wrong during the operation. Its been a couple of years since I performed one, and that was on an injured Meep."

RG-49 just stood in a corner of the Labs, watching the proceedings. "Another drawback of being an organic... Once the central motivator shuts down, you can't bring him back to life." he noticed hideously.

He froze for a moment, then spoke. "My aural sensors tell me that shots have been fired in the factory. My bet would be on those organics who left the Labs recently and went down with the elevator in the Lab's storage room. Since I'm not a qualified organic surgeon, and there are no signs of danger up here, I am going to check the source of the distraction."

He went into the storage and stood on the edge of the elevator shaft. He looked down and saw a part of the dimly lit basement, occasionaly illuminated by muzzle fire. "Do you need assistance down there? I would be happy to help of there are some wildlife organics to shoot." he shouted down the shaft.

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#7 Slig was startled for a moment, then he noticed that it was just Arthur. "Oh, right. Haven't seen you for a time, where have you been? Anyways, check the box on the table." he turned around in his chair and pointed at the case on a desk. "Install an SCU in your pants, it will help communication between you and the other Sligs."

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Arnie and Otto were walking on the corridors of the ground floor.

"So, everything OK now?" asked Otto.

"Well, it got a bit better with this order. I've just made a deal with Choker's Mess Hall 'n' Diner, a train is going to arrive in the afternoon." said Arnie.

"What about production? I can't hear any machinery working." said Otto, looking behind over his shoulder. "The pipes over the Grinding Station are still not fixed."

"I hope they will fix it soon, or we will have to fill the boxes with bones if a new order comes in." said Arnie thoughtfully. They made their way into the Cafeteria.

Slap was rather baffled by this. He could preform the surgery, since he commonly worked wiithout sleep, and with much stress building up inside. But he guessed that Vykkers couldn't do that very well. But being that he had to tell the boss the news, he had to go away. Yet, he felt like turning away from the Lab to tell the boss things they already know, or simply things they won't care about, was wrong beyond level. The surgery was the most important to him, and letting two Vykkers do the job for him, when his brain could work like both of them, was ridiculous. But he was under orders, so he had to listen to Praetyre.

He simply decided to leave, before going to RG first. He went up to him and typed, "Sir, may I remind that two out of the three down there have committed crimes? I sent another one down there to arrest them both, so I could lock them up, but obviousily there isn't too much happening. Now, the gunshots have been shot maybe to terrorify the two with guns, so I suggest to help Goresplatter do his job. Now, if something happens up here, alert me immidently, for I don't won't to have to go through another blood loss surgery."

He left after that, and went down the empty corriders, fearing what today might bring.
OOC: I don't have time for posting as anyone else, so wait a little more for Kix and Gappiqu.

Arthur walked over to the case, and opened it. there seemed to be strange things in it. He picked one up and attempted to attach it to his pants. After a few tries, he fund a palce to install it. He swithed the device on, and then turned back to #7. "I've beencooped up in an air vent for Odd knows how long. Don't ask why, it's to do with that gas leak from ages back."
he walked out of the Security Office and headed off to the cafeteria. with a bit of luck he'd be able to get a bite to eat, then he'd go back to his old post as Train Station Operator.
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"I've got a master's degree! Let me do the operation, you can man the screen. Find me the pacemaker blah blah blah." Dek muttered to himself "Stupid newcomer, thinks he can take my job. I should each him a lesson. But first I have a patient to save." he found the pacemaker at last, and hurried back into the room.
Dek handed the pacemaker to Praetyre and kept his eye on the screen. He decided to see if he could find out anything about the Vykker. "So you have a Master's degree in surgery? Same with me, although I also possess a Bachelor's in Industry and Invention. Which Labs Installation did you work at before coming here, or were you freelance? also have you performed any major operations recently? I've done a cybernetic eye and cybernetic arm implant, and performed extensive lung medication on patients since I've been here." Vykkers were notorious and terrible for boasting. Get 2 vykkers in the same room and a bagging contest could go on all day, especially if they were stressed out.
OOC: I've not just made that education bit up about Dek, I did originally mention it back in v.5 so don't think I'm just trying to make him seem smart. ;)

Wash sat in the cafeteria, staring into space. He didn't feel like eating, and couldn't take his mind off his friend's condition.
The accident yesterday kept playing over in his mind. The loud noise that startled them and made them all knock the switches over, their temporary deafness, Linc hanging from the platform, the control lever jammed into position, and the meat saw's unstoppable march into the balcony, right where Linc was.
It was the noise's fault! None of this would have happened had that sonic screamer not been set off! Wash had to find out what caused it. But for now, he was happy to just feel exhausted.
The malfunctioning security orb was back, and staring at him. Wash didn't mind.

ooc: It's a boasting contest Dek, they're allowed a little... artistic liscencing (ie. making things up). Hmm, what would happen if Krik walked in there?

IC:
"Forget the animals, Gore." Dionysia was resorting to her high and mighty attitude. "If hundreds of the things turn up, we're nothing but meat sacks to them. Let's find a lift and get out of here!" That said, she tossed her head back, sending her feathers shimmering down her back, and strode off down the corridor walking quickly, leaving the sligs to chase after her.
Truth be told, she was getting rather uneasy by this dark place where Odd-knew-what could be lurking in the shadows looking for an easy breakfast. Of course, she wouldn't ever admit that.

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Krik made up his mind and strode inside the building, past Kix and Anni without so much as noticing them and headed for the lifts, intent on getting himself a hefty weapon and going meech-hunting in the stockyards.
Upon finding the main lifts broken, he cursed loudly and stalked off in search of another lift. A few minutes later he was hauling his way up the executive lifts, ignoring the signs saying the lift was for glukkons only. He stepped out on the first floor and stopped to ask himself where the armoury was in this scrap factory?

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Anni stepped back out of Krik's way nervously as he strode past and shot an angry look at his retreating back, but didn't say anything. Instead, she headed into the cafeteria, which was empty except for one mudokon.

Jim (That's right, Jim's back! Hooray for me!) had left Frod outside the R+R after a short and rather confusing conversation, and after making sure none of the sligs or Bonty were around, had entered the cafeteria and after a few minutes hesitation, had decided to and managed to heat himself a scrab cake in the microwave and was now sitting at a table eating hungrily. He looked up nervously when he heard someone work in, but smiled to see Anni and her friend whose name he didn't quite remember. He smiled at them with his mouth full and spoke, "Heh Awwi, Weh..." He swallowed. "Hi Anni, where have you been? I thought you'd be really happy after Arnie let you off of what that slig said you'd been doing."
Anni, who realised she was looking rather uset after seeing that vykker, brought a smile back to her face. "Oh, I'm alright. Me and Kix were just going to get some water for the garden Arnie's let me have."
Jim grinned in reply and swallowed another mouthful of scrab-cake. "Great, want some me to help?" Feeling cheerful after seeing his friend, he got up and followed them into the kitchen, the scrab cake in his hand.

Gore, without warning, flew into a rage, exaggurating his movements with slight hand gestures.
"Well, if it's fine by you for Gappiqu to die, okay! If you're gonna just flutter away scared, it's your choice, but remember, Gappiqu is just a meat sack to Skillya. I swear, if you Mudokons want to not be beaten, maybe you should care for us, too, eh? If Gappiqu gets killed for this little escapade, I'll make sure you don't get away with it, mark my words. Stay here, or have him on your concience. Maybe you've never seen Skillya... but I'd rather face down a million Paramites with a spoon than her..." He shuddered slightly, recalling horrific images.
He spat out his cigar. His tentacles seemed to have a red plume to them, but just then, he heard a voice from the top of the lift, asking if they needed help. He shouted back up his loudest.
"Yeah, need backup!"
He calmed down slightly, a cloud of water vapour from his mouth - though the air around was not astoundingly cold, he had become quite literally hot-headed in his rage. He cooled down slightly.
"Don't try get away now, or I'll make sure that guy coming down gets you. Won't look very good, you jumping into the lift as soon as he touches down will it? Calm down. Backup's on it's way, we'll get out of here fine. No rash decisions."

Dionysia's eyes flashed with annoyance when he suggested that he might dare beat her. Rage coursing through her and her fists balled, she replied in a voice that was perfectly level yet coursed with anger. It was a voice that could make a rabid slog wimper in terror. "Don't threaten me, Slurg. Give me reason and I'll make you realise you'd rather face ten of Skillya than one of me." Anyone who knew Skillya and was hearing Dionysia speak, but not seeing her, might mistake her voice for someone related to the slig queen. Despite her better judgement, she was sorely tempted to reveal some of her secret (and very much illegal) geneology. "As you seem to stupid to understand, I'll make this very simple. For some reason that Odd only knows, I was trying to save you both from getting eaten. But as you seem so intent on calling down the whole security force of the factory to come and catch your friend and drag him off to the trash you two call a mother, I won't be staying around. come on Gappiqu, unless you'd rather stay with this traitor."

OOC: Hmm, seems a little odd. Gappiqu's choices seem to have changed a lot of the people. For example, he seemed to have gotten Molt's arm blown off by letting Goresplatter have access to the gun. He also nearly allowed the whole grinders to be flooded by his laziness, plus he had caused Linc to go into surgery. My Odd, he is dangerous!

Anyway, I could've contributed to this little boasting by saying what exactly Slap knew and has done as well. But I guess he isn't the type to do boasting. Then if Krik came along.... There is a guarteed that Linc would die over lack of focus.

Gonna come up with a few Mudokons soon. Just you all wait.

IC: Gappiqu fearfully looked at Goresplatter and Dionysia at the same time. They both ironically viewed that he needed to be saved, but wanted to be done their way. And he couldn't side with anyone, since both choices would let tragedgy happen. His choice was valid, since he was the only one to decide.

Gappiqu suddenly started to realize something. They both had a fury of aggression in both of them, and wished anyone who disagreed, wrong. Goresplatter he could understand, but was there some sort of personality alteration when Dionysia was made? No Mudokon was that aggressive. Or could there be one?

He shook that off his mind and tried to figure out a way to solve this all. He didn't want hurt either of them. But then he figured he might as well tried to do something. He then firmly declared at both of them, "OK you two, can you each shut up before the security comes down to kill us all?! Look, you two are almost the same, except you each have a different problem. Goresplatter, Dionysia is right, the security will carry me to my grave since you just told them you needed help. Didn't you get that I am a wanted man??! But you Dionysia, that little pride of your's is the only thing keeping you alive and intimidating. You claiming that you are worse than Skillya isn't intimidating Goresplatter. Molt scares me, you don't. And have you realized that Gore has a gun?! Your life could end in seconds, you know that!?! I know that, but for some reason, you don't!! And don't give me that crap that there will be Vykkers out to get him if you do die, because whose going to find out?! Arnie? Arnie won't back you up. Besides, Goresplatter could always hide your body somewhere and say that Paramites killed you. Now that I have yelled at you two...."

He silently walked over to the lift nearby, and clenched his fists around the rope and continued, "If you two won't settle your differences and agrue, I will leave you both here for some time, until I get the supplies to fix that dent. Now, will you come up or not?" He felt proud, since he wasn't able to do such a thing for a while.
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Slap carefully walked over to Arnie's office, being curious if he made the right choice. He wondered if he could have done the surgery himself, but he decided that this was going to be a quick one. Being off-duty made him nervous, since he knew there was trouble, and it made him fearful that he let two other competive Vykkers decide who was to do the surgery. He knew Vykkers long enough to say that having two Vykkers who compete for the same job in the same room, end with death.

He found the office he was looking for, with sweat dripping down his anxious face, he knocked the door. He couldn't let himself not respect his boss.
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Kix at last found Anni in the cafeteria, only to find Jim talking to her. He was surprised to see him, since he thought he would be with his other friend. But she gave a little smile to Jim and said him politily, "Hey Jim. Are the Sligs still bugging ya? They are to me. Anyway, wanna come to the garden Anni made and help us water? We need someone to help us."