Even if I say so myself, this chapter is awesomely ominous...

CHAPTER NINETY-THREE

Deep down in the darkness, far underneath any perceivable, conceivable, or believable depth of Glukkon mining, in the black pitch of emptiness where existed nothing but the Dark—

Something moved.

Deep down in the darkness, where the quakes and tremors of Oddworld were nothing but delightful massages for the blind, twisted monsters that inhabited the darkness, down where the fire lacked any color—

Something moved.

Deep down in the darkness, where the only sounds were the dripping of drops of emptiness into the sea of emptiness, and the rumbling of fiery Oddworld-core storms a short way beneath—

Something moved.

This something had moved before, but not for any great distance and not for any length of time. Its mind had been completely shut down and its body processes slowed down to complete suspended animation to prevent its death while it slept.

It slept, and waited.

It waited in the blackness as the Great War against the Ninth Chieftain raged. Waited in the blackness as the War of Tears terminated the Oktigi and nearly destroyed the Mudokon race. Waited in the blackness as Glukkon empires rose, dominated, and fell. Waited in the blackness as Abe was born, lived, and triumphed.

But no longer.

That something stretched blood and life back into its veins for the first time in several weeks; only a few weeks ago, its mind had momentarily slipped free of its bounds and encountered the mind of a Gabbit. Upon touching that mind, the something’s darkness had corrupted the mind of the Gabbit, and with some glee the something had impressed upon the Gabbit the importance of restoring the Dark to the land.

Now the Gabbit – under the name the Bringer of Pain – would clean the land for the something’s arrival.

It was time to rise again.

It was time to show Oddworld just who was the most powerful being of all time, just who deserved to be the total ruler of the planet.

It was time to show them how powerful the Dark was.

With a mighty roar of power that shook the core of Oddworld and tore it free of the shackles of suspended animation, the something lifted its head, bent its muscles beneath it, and then leapt high. The white-hot spikes atop its head gouged easily through the earth as it plowed up toward the surface at alarming speed.

Deep down in the darkness, the Keuja was returning.

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cool :D the dark is returning gulp :D

CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR

Slowly, nearly everyone on the battlefield turned to face Abe, and it was not with malevolent intent. Sligs looked at him with narrowed eyes, the Mudokons with curiosity; the battlefield seemed unOddworldly silent after the cauterized death that had been sown only moments before.

“Listen to me!” Abe shouted over the loudspeaker. “Fools! This is all a misunderstanding!”

At the word fools, several Sligs turned their guns on him with intent to fire, but Abe followed up with more interesting words. “King Fragg is dead! There’s no reason for our fight!”

He jabbed his hand up at the sky. “The real enemy we should be fighting is the Bringer of Pain – that Gabbit!”

Several briefly flicked glances upward at the Gabbit’s jetcopter. Abe chanced a look that way himself, and noted with apprehension that the jetcopter in question was moving quickly toward the battlefield now.

“That Gabbit doesn’t want to rule over us!” Abe shouted. “He wants us all in pain, and eventually dead!”

A Slig laughed, its mechanical voice making the words even more like a sneer than usual. “Why would he want that?”

“He says he serves the Dark!” Abe shook his fist in the air. “He’s totally insane! We have to destroy him, and then we can find a solution to our fight!”

Huge laser bolts slammed into the ground a few feet from his own, burning and sizzling down through the grass and plowing deep through the soil. Abe threw aside the microphone and dove and rolled out of the jetcopter’s firing area, grabbing at a Slig rifle that had been dropped at the death of its wielder.

As soon as he made sure the weapon was on Automatic settings, he spun to face the Jetcopter and jerked back the trigger. Laser bolts sprayed out of his weapon and rippled across the jetcopter’s shield.

“Everybody!” Abe screamed, as the jetcopter began to launch more huge lasers at him. Again he ducked, tucked, and rolled. “Fire! Fire now!”

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some prts of this story are really upsetting, great so far! keep up the brilliant work! i want more!! im really loving this story, just a quick thing, YOU KILLED BIG FACE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, that was really devostating cuz abe hadnt seen him in years, then he sees him and BANG, bullet right through him!
i think alfs death was one of the best too cuz of the way u talked about the three bullets in his head, that was really upsettind too lol!

Nobody else has had the guts to kill off main characters so far (mind, this story is unofficial and they can still be considered living) so I figured I would make it a little bit emotional. I thought Alf's death was handled pretty honorably, despite the stuff Alf has done over the years that makes me want to curse at him.

oh by the way is it ok if i copy and paste ur story on my laptop so i can read it wen im not on the internet, CUZ ITS SO GUD!!! i cant get over how much i love this story, its like seeing the most of abe iv'e ever seen before, like i can really relate to him, and i actually get upset when someone dies lol!

wow,yeah when i read this story i feel like im in there when i read it i amagine whats happening at the time i read it,fantastic story :D +rep

yeah +rep from me too.

You may copy this and put it on your laptop, but please DO NOT claim this work as your own, and please do not attempt to distribute it publicly without my permission.

ABE: "Uh...what's "+rep" mean? *scratches head* I think it's a kind of rug..."

MUNCH: "No, a +rep is a kind of fish, you stitchlipped idiot!"

ABE: "Call me an idiot again and - "

MUNCH: "Idiot."

ABE: "And I'll - "

MUNCH: "Idiot."

ABE: "And I'll - "

MUNCH: "Hey, look, why don't you go off and save some Mudokons? That's why The Lorne Lanning created you, after all."

ABE: "He also created you as fishbait."

MUNCH: "WHAT?!!!"

(They immediately fall to fighting.) That was just some random weirdness to add some entertainment to this thread, as I am pathetic with humor...

EDIT:Hold on a second. The Oddworld Inhabitants symbols under my username have gone from 1 to 3...does that mean +rep adds to my little symbols? Does it also have anything to do with "Representative Power?"

CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE

Stranger slowly heaved himself to his remaining three feet, staring silently at the dead body of his adversary and onetime partner Urchyn McAvi. The Wolvark had managed to put up one tough fight, but the Steef’s battle rage had allowed him to win over the smaller being in the end. He picked up the Slig rifle he had dropped at the beginning of the fight, only to find out that the weapon’s barrel had been crimped shut.

Instead, he picked up the Wolvark’s weapon, a thicker and broader carbine with three barrels, a formidable weapon to use against any unshielded opponent. The sounds of battle outside the gate had gone silent, something the battle-hungry Steef found disappointing now that he was thick in his thirst for death.

Why had the guns gone silent, and why did he hear Abe’s voice instead, bouncing around the Glukkon capital as if the Mudokon was using a Slig microphone? He heard the rousing words of Abe’s furious speech, but he could not tell what the Mudokon hero was saying due to the loud sound of a Slig jetcopter buzzing through the sky overhead.

Stranger’s jaw locked. He remembered the Gabbit, the one that could wield power, and knew it had to be that idiotic Bringer of Pain flying in that jetcopter.

Lifting his new three-barreled weapon to his shoulder, he pulled back on the trigger. The weapon was not automatic, which displeased him a small bit, but the trio of blasts that it fired at once nearly made up for the lack of automatic fire. The jetcopter’s shields caught his blasts and those of another gun from outside, but Stranger kept firing as fast as he could pull the trigger.

He remembered the blaze of pain the Gabbit had given him, and wanted to pay that blasted being back in full for everything the Bringer of Pain had done to him and Abe.

He heard Abe’s voice roaring “Fire! Fire now!” and suddenly the air was full of the spattering of energy bolts. Stranger’s eyes widened, as he saw that not only were there the blue bolts of Mudokon Spoocebows, but also the reddish/yellow lasers of Slig carbines. Abe’s speech must have been motivational indeed, if he had gotten both the Sligs and Mudokons to help him.

Then the Gabbit began to fight back. Huge cannons on the sides of the jetcopter blazed away at the Mudokon and Slig armies outside the city gates, and Stranger heard lots of screaming, sizzling, and other sounds he guessed were lasers disintegrating flesh and armor.

But there were so many lasers striking the jetcopter that eventually its shields failed. Storms of bolts burned their way into the jetcopter’s body frame, and smoke belched out of multiple holes. It might have been his imagination, but Stranger thought he heard a deep, guttural voice cursing as the jecopter began to spin out of control toward the ground.

The jetcopter twisted out of Stranger’s sight past the city walls, and there was the massive roar and gout of flame that announced the end of the vehicle – and the Bringer of Pain.

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[QUOTE=Lord Stanley;446688]You may copy this and put it on your laptop, but please DO NOT claim this work as your own, and please do not attempt to distribute it publicly without my permission.[QUOTE]

nahh course i wont, i just think its really cool, great chapter, and yeah rep means plus reputation.

when are you gonna do some more

I'll try to have another chapter up by Monday. And if you think I'm going slow, remember that this thread was only started in February and it already has 95 chapters. I think this is the fastest-moving fanfic out there so far.

Fish n' chips while you're waiting?

lol!

Oh, nevermind. Writing inspiration hit my head like a load of...uh, Munch's lightning.

CHAPTER NINETY-SIX

Abe cautiously approached the smoking wreckage of the fallen copter. A few years ago, during the events of RuptureFarms and SoulStorm Brewery, he would have confidently walked up to the jetcopter or not even checked it out at all; but he was a warrior now, tried and true in the fires of a hundred huge factory corporations, and he would not turn his back on an enemy, nor would he act without thinking.

He had already paid for his former lack of caution with the lack of his old cheerfulness.

“If you see the Gabbit,” Abe called out, “shoot it! We can’t afford to let him live!”

It pained him to order the on-sight execution of the Gabbit who had once been his friend, but Munch was gone. All that was left in his place was the Bringer of Pain.

Because of him, Bigface and the last of the Gabbits were dead. Abe meant to repay him for what he had done.

He shifted his grip on the Slig carbine and peered into the smoke and flames –

Through the fire and flames came the Bringer of Pain.

The Gabbit came blasting out through the flickering orange, his teeth bared in a snarl, raising one hand –

Abe opened fire out of reflex, as did a dozen other Sligs on this side of the jetcopter. Munch spun and flipped in midair, dodging every single bolt fired, and from his fingertips came a blast of lightning.

Now it was Abe’s turn to dodge out of the way. The black forks struck the ground and threw chunks of scorched sod into the air.

More laser bolts and some Spoocebow shots came flying at the Gabbit. The Bringer of Pain’s face was contorted in a ragged snarl as he took a Spoocebow shot in the shoulder, but immediately flipped through the air and unleashed a blast of dark lightning that disintegrated three Sligs and a Mudokon.

Then Abe noticed that Munch was smiling.

The ground began to tremor underfoot, and the Gabbit began to laugh. Mudokons and Sligs began to stagger for balance, and Abe fell flat on his back.

“Behold,” Munch laughed. “The master of the Dark.”

Something huge exploded out of the battlefield, scattering Mudokons and Sligs like dust on the wind as it rose to tower before them.

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this is so cool :D lol i amagined the twin engined black copter falling and crashing in a desert like ground nearby walls,and then munch started killing sligs and mudokons at the edge of the crater,and then a black thing (i amagine it has somekind of tentacles)bursts from the ground where was the copter :)

yeah this is the best fanfic so far! ive seen some great fanfics and then the author hasnt finished it, you must finish this its awesome!(i dont usually say that word, i'm english)

C'mon hurry up Stan, you've capture my attention again ;)

Your affliction is now relieved.

CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN

Abe had seen many terrible things in his life of trouble. He had seen Mudokons diced to pieces under meat grinders in fountains of blood and guts, and seen Sligs explode internally after he released them from his possession. He had seen beings fall off cliffs and become nothing but inanimate red pancakes on the ground far below.

But he quickly concluded that nothing – absolutely nothing – could be as terrible as the monster that stood before him.

The thing, “the master of the Dark,” stood at least a hundred feet tall, but Abe had no idea. All he knew was that it was massive. A reptilian creature, it was cloaked in mud-streaked silver scales that stretched across its back and down its belly. It stood on two short but powerful legs, tipped in claws that gripped the earth. Its arms were the size of trees, pulsing with muscle, and though there were no claws on its forearms, it had a pair of leathery black wings sprouting from its shoulders. Small, Oktigi-like tentacles stuck out from its torso and waved like trees in the wind. Its head was black, as big as Abe himself, with rows of sharp teeth and bright red eyes.

With a voice of thunder, the thing spoke. “I AM THE KEUJA, MASTER OF ALL I SEE AND MASTER OF ALL THAT I CANNOT. BOW BEFORE ME.”

Abe hoped the thing could hear his pitifully small voice, but he yelled up at it, “We’re not in the habit of surrendering to monsters like you!”

The Keuja shook its massive head back and forth. “FOOLISH ONES. YOU HAVE GROWN TO THINK OF THE DARK AS THE PITIFUL SHADOWS CAST BY THE GLUKKONS. BUT THE DARK IS SO MUCH MORE THAN ANY OF YOU COULD EVER REALIZE.”

Abe signaled to the Mudokons and Sligs around the area to raise their guns to point at the massive creature. “If you have a point, Keuja, spit it out already!”

The Keuja’s tentacles began to move quickly, whipping the air like egg beaters. “YOU WILL NOT SURRENDER TO THE DARK AND BECOME MY SLAVES? SO BE IT, THEN!”

Abe felt more fear in that moment than he had ever felt before, but he also felt a sense of calm. He might die here, at the hands of this hideous monstrosity, but that did not matter; he had a duty to Oddworld itself, and that involved fighting against its enemies with all the power in his body.

He would not back down.

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ooooo thats great! cant wait to see what happens! and at least theres something good on the oddworld forums that wont annoy me, this is the only place i like on here cuz for some reason evereyone hates me lol, youve seen it on the so is oddworld gone forever thread lol.

Yeah. I don't know what's into those people in that thread...maybe they should read some fanfiction and settle down for a while. "The Despicable" and "The Slig Chronicles" are really long, they'd probably be pretty relaxing reads if you can get over all the shooting.

i know lol, whens your next chapter coming? the story's really getting good and i cant wait to see what abe does!

CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT

Stranger saw the explosion of the jetcopter, heard the screams and yells of dying beings, but he could not see. He smacked a nearby pillar and cursed angrily, wishing that he could see what was going on and help his friends.

He felt the great tremors of the ground; it eerily reminded him of the breaking of the mighty Sekto Springs dam those months ago, at the end of his greatest triumph that had nearly been his death. His eyes went wide as he saw the huge shape rise up out of the ground, and heard its monstrous voice.

But he did not waste any time in staring at the monstrous thing – the Keuja, as it identified itself. It was obviously a menace, and the job of a Steef was to protect his people.

He had forgotten that.

His race was not just a race; it was not just a kind of being. They had a duty to the people of Oddworld, to keep them free of invaders and the industrialist plague. Sekto might have hunted them down to extinction to let the industrialists into the naturalist territories, but he had to live up to the examples of his forefathers.

“This is armor worn only by your ancestors,” the Grubbs had said to him, as they brought him the tough linked armor that had served him well in the battle at Sekto Springs. “Wear it for them – for their memory! They’d be proud if you could beat [Sekto’s] tail!”

And Stranger had done it…but not for the memory of the old Steef.

He had not even done it for the Grubbs.

He had done it for himself.

That was his problem: as a bounty hunter, he had always taught himself to look out for Number One alone, to remain morally ambiguous in any confrontation and living only for the moolah. The moolah that would take him further away from the duties required as a Steef guardian.

But Abe had taught him something. No matter the power one had, his true duty was to Oddworld and its preservation. The Glukkons had amassed huge fortunes and great power over their time as rulers, but in the end it was always stripped from them and given to the natural simplicity of the Grubbs and Mudokons.

He had to remember that what had happened to Sekto was not just because he had gone after the Oktigi; there had been a purpose behind that.

He had to get used to being a protector, not just a self-serving hunter. The Keuja would destroy everyone out there if he didn’t intervene; Abe had always had the best of luck throughout his impressive career, but it looked as if it was up to Stranger to save the blue-skinned revolutionary from the monster.

A Slig rushed at him, roaring “It’s the Steef –”

Stranger considered shooting him in the head, but decided against it and went for the chest. Either way, it was still an instant kill; the Slig died immediately.

The Steef fought his way through brief surges of Slig guards, as he went toward the Glukkon palace.

He had a plan. If only Abe could buy him a few minutes…

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fantastic chapter! but i think i prefer abe's chapters rather than strangers.

CHAPTER NINETY-NINE

Cloud didn’t know what to do. Surrounded by Mudokons and hordes of Sligs who seemed to have lost their heads – why weren’t they shooting at Abe? – and weakened from his drop out of his jetcopter without a parachute, he had been a spectator to the whole event. Now, as the Keuja openly declared itself master of everything and prepared to destroy everyone, Cloud wondered what a pathetically small, undereducated Slig like himself could do.

Even though he had been trained to think of Abe as a traitor, and in Lord Fragg’s army he had spent a few days searching for the infamous renegade Mudokon, there was no denying that the Mudokon had guts. To interrupt a warring army of both Mudokons and Sligs, and get both of them on his side…not only was that brave, it was ingenious.

Cloud rolled over and reached for his rifle…then stopped. He had crimped the barrel shut when he’d landed on it.

Crak nudged him. “Cloud! Call for reinforcements from Denzling!”

Cloud shook his head, breathing heavily. “—can’t! Abe has my mike!”

Crak swore and punched the ground. Cloud was about to suggest that Crak call for reinforcements, when he remembered that Crak, as a Bodhran Slig, didn’t have all the military upgrades that the army Sligs received.

Then he noticed the microphone lying abandoned on the ground about twenty feet away. Apparently Abe had dropped it when he had rolled away from the Gabbit’s lightning attack…but twenty feet was so far to cross when there was a massive Thing about to attack.

But there was nothing else for it.

Though weakened and frightened half to death, he began to crawl forward toward the microphone/comlink. With it, he could call for Slig airstrikes from Denzling; more jetcopters would arrive, and they could beat this monster back into the dirt.

Still, he wasn’t sure he’d last that long – that any of them would last that long.

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wow you are on fire tonight! still cant wait for abe!

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED

The Keuja moved forward, its tentacles flailing madly at the air. Abe did not waste time firing at it; instead, he turned and ran as fast as he could, away from the monster.

“Everybody get away from it!” he screamed. “Run and shoot at its eyes as you do!”

Following his own advice, he whirled and yanked the trigger, aiming his gun up at the Keuja’s unarmored eyes. His lasers pinged off the monster’s armor and ricocheted into the sky. The huge creature moved slowly, stretching out its legs to follow Abe as if it had not walked in a century – which, Abe surmised, might be the truth.

None of his shots made it to the eyes; the tentacles blurred into the way much faster than its legs could move, and to his surprise swatted away the lasers as if they were nothing but pestering flies. Abe kept running backwards, still holding down the trigger. More lasers flew at the Keuja from the sides, but they all bounced off its thick plate armor.

“YOU ARE ALL FOOLS TO RESIST THE KEUJA!” it thundered at them, and half-turned to regard a band of Sligs that were firing at it. “WHY DO YOU INSIST ON DEATH AND NOT SLAVERY?”

Abe stumbled on something; he glanced at it and recognized it as a Slig hand grenade. As he picked it up and thumbed the switch to Explode-On-Impact, he shouted, “Keuja, we all know what slavery is like, and we don’t want to go back!”

He flicked his wrist and chucked the grenade.

The Keuja started to turn and look at him –

The grenade struck the immense monster on the snout and exploded in its face with a satisfying conflagration.

For a moment, the Keuja leaned back, staggered by the sheer force of the blast – but then it recovered quickly. Abe was shocked to see that its armor was not even scorched from the explosion.

The Keuja waved one of its forearms, and a triple bolt of lightning flashed out to disintegrate three Mudokons next to Abe. “I AM THE KEUJA! NOTHING CAN STOP ME!”

Abe was not inclined to disagree at the moment.

The Keuja bent low to the ground and swept out its tentacles. Mudokons and Sligs alike screamed in fear as the writhing growths knocked them to the ground, then grabbed them around their waists and pulled them into the air.

Abe had to averted his eyes, as the Keuja swallowed them all whole.

“YOUR FLESH FEEDS ME!” The Keuja let out a beastly roar. “BUT YOU CAN AVERT ALL THIS – SURRENDER NOW, AND I WILL LET YOU SERVE AS MY SLAVES!”

Abe stared at the monster in horrified awe. This thing had just eaten a host of his army, and it still expected him to surrender? It took him a moment to find his voice, but when it came out, it was strong and unflinching in the face of the Dark.

“Never, monster. We will never bow to the Dark!”

He flicked up his weapon and fired a laser that made it through to the Keuja’s eye.

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gz on one hundred chapters,nice :) abe really is strong in belief to strike that thing down :D

wow! great chapter, and 100th! good! not many people who write good fanfics on here make it to that, they pull out! keep going!

what's a Keuja?

Scrabtrapman, there is a detailed description of the Keuja just a few chapters back...

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-ONE

The shot struck the Keuja’s eye with destructive force – but to Abe’s surprise, the eye did not go dead. Instead, it ricocheted off the invisible back eyelid the monster had slid down just in time to avoid losing one of its eyes.

“Darn,” Abe growled. “I thought I had it that time…”

The Keuja continued its destructive rampage, but still the Sligs and Mudokons kept firing, regardless of the power packs that overheated in their guns; when their power backs burned out, they tossed away their guns and grabbed one from the bodies along the ground.

But the Keuja kept killing, kept destroying.

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But there was still hope. A short distance away, Cloud had managed to get through to the systems in Denzling.

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And in the palace, Stranger had just made it to Lord Fragg’s throne.

A trail of laser-burned Sligs littered the hallways behind him.

But the Steef didn’t care; what he was concerned about was dodging the hundreds of shots that came from the still-activated Snoozers marching about the palace as if they were worth anything.

Stranger found it difficult to keep up his dodges; one of his legs had been severed during the fight with McAvi, and he had sustained wounds all over from their conflict. Snoozer lasers burned black marks across his fur.

But he made it to the throne without any serious laser injuries.

If I’m right, he thought, the Snoozer control panel should be somewhere on this throne. But if I’m wrong –

A Snoozer laser caught him in the arm and spun him across the room. He thudded into the throne, gasping for breath, unable to move –

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oh crap not stranger! by the way this is just a thought, maybe towards the end of the story you could kill off another main character... again, just a thought...

hey whens your next chapter coming? im getting excited!

and by the way, you know that i posted on here a few days ago, well ridg3 has put it in his sig, what a loser, and im not gonna say anythin else cuz he'll just put it in his sig.

Sorry it's been so long...I've just been really busy...I'll try to get another chapter up by tomorrow night. As for Stranger, as he is one of the main protagonists I do not have plans to kill him off...yet. Alf and Bigface were slightly minor, but Abe, Munch, and Stranger are ones that will be difficult to kill off and retain good ratings for this story.

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-TWO

“Denzling Runner Two to Private Cloud, come in.”

The Slig special operative leaned forward across the controls of his jetcopter, adjusting his audio receptors to listen to the crackle of static from the radio system. He shook his head. “Repeat: Denzling Runner Two to Private Cloud, bleepin’ well come in!”

He waited for several more seconds before turning to the BigBro sitting in the oversize pilot’s chair. “Aaah, what’s the use of it, Edur? Why do we care about a soldier who deserted his post?”

The BigBro Edur shrugged. “We’re SKRUT. It’s not our job to think about it, Oner.”

Oner shook his head. “Slig Kommando Radical Uber Troopers. What a sappy name…”

“Stop complaining.”

Oner grinned, flexing his face-tentacles. “Complaining? What are you talking about, Edur? I’m just…stating a fact.”

He folded his arms behind his head. “I should send in a complaint to the High Command about—”

“Oner?”

“Yeah?”

Edur shoved him in the shoulder. “Shut up.”

Oner scowled and turned away. “Oh, you are such a meanie…”

Something caught his eye, and he turned to look at the scanner. His eyes grew wide behind their mask as he noticed the radical readings coming in from the device.

“Uh…Edur?” he laughed nervously.

“I told you to shut up.”

Oner shook his head. “The, uh, scanner’s picking up something that, uh…stands a hundred and seventeen feet tall…and has tentacles?”

Edur grunted in surprise and glanced momentarily at the scanner. “Good Odd! What is—?!”

Oner pointed out the windshield. “I see it, I see it! Over there!”

Edur turned, and looked, and cursed.

Oner sucked in his breath as the massive tentacled creature came into closer view over the horizon. “Now I think I know why Cloud was calling…”

He picked up his electro-nunchuks and grinned. “But we’re SKRUT. That’s what we’re for…”

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nice name for the base denzling,reminds me of something

cool! SKRUT lol! cant wait for next chapter, keep going!

If any of you people out there know Final Fantasy 7, try turning some of the names in that last chapter backwards and you will understand the private joke.

I didn't have enough humor in this story, so I thought the SKRUT would make a good opportunity for some bumbling teamwork and random phrases.

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-THREE

Even before Oner was out of his jetcopter, he knew this was going to be one of the worst jobs he’d had to do yet. As a SKRUT, the special ops within the special ops, he had been forced to go through some pretty nasty and fairly deadly situations and had always managed to come out on top, with the help of his electro-nunchuks and faithful Edur.

But this time, he wasn’t so sure that anyone on his battlefield would make it off alive.

“Good Odd, that thing’s big,” he muttered as he ran down the ramp of the jetcopter.

“We’re SKRUT; it’s what we do,” Edur said from behind him.

Oner turned and flashed his partner a grin. “You take the ‘copter up and punch that creep with missiles. I’ll…” He glanced at the massive monster, the Keuja. “I’ll, uh, dance to the music, I guess.”

“Don’t do something stupid like dying; Cap’n Vann doesn’t like it when we don’t come back alive.”

Oner threw him a jaunty salute. “Will do, partner…”

The jetcopter’s ramp retracted as the vehicle lifted off into the sky once again, leaving Oner feeling smaller and much more vulnerable than ever before. He twisted a knob on the bottom of one nunchuk handle, and the familiar blue line of lightning knotted and twisted down the length of chain in the middle.

“All right,” he said. “Time to fix this mess.”

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Before he met the Keuja, Abe had never believed there would be a thing he feared more than he had feared President Molluck at RuptureFarms.

Unfortunately, he was proved wrong.

A grazing blow from one of the Keuja’s dark lightning blasts had put a fresh line of scorch down his side, adding to the numerous list of pains he had taken through the day and limiting his dodging speed. Dozens of Mudokons and Sligs had been vaporized, crushed, or even eaten by the Dark-driven monster in its frenzy.

But I won’t give up! he roared at himself. Not even if the Keuja throws the very stars of the heavens at us! We are the heroes of Oddworld—we do not surrender!

Abe prepared himself to dodge another lightning blast from the Keuja, the black lightning already swirling around the monster’s clawtips—

And with a roar, a Slig dressed in midnight black armor threw himself at the Keuja’s side, digging his mechanical claws into the beast’s armor plates and quickly crawling up the monster.

“Shoot at it!” the Slig was yelling. “Keep it away from me!”

Abe immediately flipped up his gun and fired at the Keuja’s eyes. The beast flailed its tentacles down toward the climbing Slig, providing the perfect timing for Abe’s laser to burn into its left eyeball. The monster screamed and bucked wildly, throwing the Slig to one side as it writhed in pain.

Abe signaled to the Slig. “Everyone, get away from it! Shoot out its other eye and we’ll have a chance!”

The black Slig brushed off his armor. “Thanks for the help, buddy.”

Abe frowned. “I was going to say the same to you…but who are you?”

“Oner, SKRUT First-Class—in fact, everyone in SKRUT is First-Class.”

“I don’t think I’ve heard of SKRUT.”

Oner grinned. “Few have, actually. Slig Kommando Radical Uber Troopers. Long name, amazing results…” He jerked a beefy thumb at the raging monster, which was being pounded by lasers from all sides. “You got yourself one whopper of a monster this time…Abe?”

Abe nodded. “Yeah, that’s me…but why are you helping me? Usually you Sligs are trying to blow my gutsout.”

Oner turned toward the Keuja once more, twirling a set of electro-nunchuks. “This fight is beyond the Mudokon-Glukkon feuds. This is real war. The fate of the Glukkon Empire is at stake here—scratch that, the fate of the whole planet is at stake here!”

The Slig laughed. “And I intend to enjoy every minute of it!”

Whooping like a Gabbit, Oner rushed off toward the monster, leaving Abe to wonder where on Oddworld this commando Slig had come from…and what his true motives were…and whether he was actually sane at all.

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WOW,this one got me so excited,cant wait for a nother excellent perfect chapter

yeah me too! i bet oners really planning on helping the keuja!