OOC: Really sorry, I have been on holiday but I plan to make up for it.

IC: Trigger slowly trudged along the path, followed closely by his friend Talon. Both had met up and were now trying to track what was possibly the last of the tribe. Against the rain, however, they were finding it very difficult to.
"Reckon there even are any left?" Trigger asked over his shoulder.
"They have to be! We couldn't be the-!" Talon began, but stopped as he heard voices.
"You hear that?" he asked quietly. "Yes" came Triggers reply.
"They are still alive!" Talon said. "Hey!" he yelled, "hey! can you hear me!?"
Without waiting for an answer Talon tore through the trees and Trigger soon followed. "Heeey!" Talon called again, before tripping and bursting through the trees to fall face first on the ground. Trigger soon followed, slightly more elegantly. He burst through with his gun in his hand.
Talon jumped up and his cybernetic eye caught activity off to the side of the path. "Gloktigi?" he gasped.

The screeches of the Gloktigi became louder with every heartbeat. Sly kept looking back to the smoldering camp whence caught by the Wolvarks and Gloktigi. Sly constantly also looked back to the factory, its stacks spewing a thick black smog. He looked back to the group of Mudokons bickering of theri situation.
"Guys! I know the factory ain't the greatest place for Mudokons like you, but we'd be much safer than aitting outside, and picking our noses, until the Gloktigi find us and gives us to the Fuzzles!" Sly said. Slogann's ears flattened against his neck, glancing quickly to Slugger and Jaws. Sly blinked at the group for moments, noticing no one would agree furthermore.
"Fine..." he mumbled. "I'll...go on by myself," he began to trot in to the forest.
"Sly!" Slogann whined, but he didn't bother to look back. Slogann stopped his racing after him, frowning sadly. He looked back to the Mudokons, then Slugger, then back to Sly.

oooc: They're not random characters as long as they don't appear on stage as it were. If they arrive than someone will have to take control of at least one of them (the leader).


Cheddar: The industrials attacked us to kill us, I doubt they're interested in taking prisoners. In any case, we thought for our freedom from the day they arrived and I don't intend to give up now." He turns to Laskar: "It'll be many days walk to the other village. And from the beggining the council of the village chose to remain here and risk our fait. We chose not to give up our land, the land of our ancestors and our decendants for any danger. Until we establish a new council this ruling cannot be removed: we will remain here until we have no other choice. Laskar, can you still see them? Can you judge how far away they are?"

Des felt the breeze while ermeging from the dusty old shack. It was good feeling to be out, but it was a shocking suprise at the same time. Des knew something bad has happend, the whole village appeared diserted with no any living acitivity. He walked futher out feeling the droplets hitting on his skull, it was windy enought for the water droplets to be wooshed around along with the dust.

"My Odd..." Des thought while looking around. He looked at the grey skies and then back down "... so silent, why?" he continued to think. "I think I know... " He wounderd.

Des didn't know where to look, he knew the tribe were gone and could of been tooken by the brutal industrial forces. He felt lucky, but worried for the others. Des believed in his knowlegde, that the industrials wernt very smart. With confidence and hope, Des went on foot to explore the rest of village.

Slogann perked an ear up to the direction where the Gloktigi squawks came from.
"From what I can hear guys, they're probably..." he felt silent, calculating the distance in his overwhelming mind.
"...a mile away from our position. That's kind-a close to me," he nodded, then turned to Cheddar. "If you have any ideas to save us, Mudokon, then I'm all ears," Slogann nodded.

"Sooooo" Trigger whispered, "what do we do now? If there are Gloktigi then the tribe could have easily been taken out." Talon stopped and his eye zipped around, looking for signs of mudakon activity. "No, I don't think so" he said finally as he started to trek along the path. "Thermals pick anything up?" Trigger asked. "Yeah, theres a group of them up ahead, mudakon, slig, slog?" he said, eyebrows raising at the last species identified. "Slogs? Don't they eat mudakons?" Trigger asked cautiously. "Yeah, but they could be captured and need rescuing" Talon replied, and he began sneaking along the path, staying just out of sight of the sligs and mudakons.

Albert: "Isn't there anything we could do, like set a trap? If we all hide, and set up some ropes or something, and then they wander in looking for us and we trap them and kill them while they're trying to work out what's going on? We've got a few minutes, it still takes a while to walk a mile and this place isn't exactly the easiest terrain. We might be able to find some vines, get them hidden and set it all up..." He paused, "I don't... really know much about Gloktigi... Do you think it could work?"


ooc: Neither do I infact, so feel free to answer, anyone.

OOC: Are you sure want to hear spoliers? Gloktigi do have some powers and such.

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Des felt the rain coming down, he decided to hide in a near by hut where it's dry.

"Theres no one here aswell" He said to himself after entering the room. He stared around seesing unfinnished bowls of oats. Des looked at the floor and saw something glittery, it looked vauble. It was a bracelet which caught Des's eye, he picked it up and investigated it.
"I think I know who's this is..." wisperd "... it belongs to Hadda's " He beleived. Des put the bracelet in one of his pockets for safe keeping.

He forced himself to explore the hut, atleast until the rain calmed down. As Des's feathered poiny tail became less wet, water leaked from the roof.

ooc: Yes, gve us spoilers if it'll help the RP. Well, that is if nobody else objects? Oh yeah, and Happy 2006 everybody!! (Forgot to say so in W@RF)

IC:
Laskar was getting short tempered "Look, we can't just stand round here til they catch us! I'd go with Albert's plan, if it'll work. The Gloktigi are slowly closin' in, once they get our trail they'll be off like rockets after us. Anybody know how ter set a trap fer a Gloktigi?"
Hadda was getting worried. The only thing he had to defend himself was a spear, which probably wouldn't be much use, and they weren't doing anything despite the closing threat. 'Oh, why can't they just decide on somethnig to do!!!' he thought to himself.

"I've dealt with these beasts before. Ambushing them is a slight advantage to do, but remember; there are 'varks with them as well. Double the strength, and double the hurt," Slogann reminded, looking back quickly to the direction of where Sly took off.
"And we'll need all the help we can get,"
Sly continued to trek through the sopped leaved and grass dampened by the steady rain. He climbed up a slippery slope, and he was closer to the factory.
"Well...atleast I know I'll be safe..." Sly mumbled to himself. He heard a shuffle of leaves nearby, right next to him. He snapped his head to his side, and stared widely with red-orange glowing eyes. He saw a Slig, holding down a pair of thermal binoculars, staring at him as well. He felt the need to reach for his rifle, but it was a Slig. What harm could come to him? (It's Trigger, BTW)
"Who are you?" Sly asked calmly.

Talon stopped to observe the Gloktigi further. "Go ahead, I'll catch up in a few minutes" he said. He focused his eye on one of the Gloktigi, which howled a long, frightening screech. "Not good" he muttered.
Trigger made his way further up the path but stopped as he came face to face with another Slig.
"Who are you?" the Slig asked.
Trigger slowly moved his hand towards his gun, but did not draw it. "I... my name is Trigger" he said quietly. "Are you with the"- he hesitated hoping the slig wasn't from the factory. Gunfire would attract the attention of the Gloktigi-"tribe?" he finished.
He was prevented from further conversation as Talon walked up beside him. "The Wolvarks are getting them riled up, and they're getting angry" he said. "I suggest we- huh?" he continued, but stopped as he noticed Sly. "And you would be?" he asked cautiously.

Sly's hand tensioned by his side, listening to the second Slig, questioning who he was.
"Hold it, bub..." Sly pointed. "I asked you foist. I suggest you tell me first,"
The two Sligs looked at each other, then back. Sly waited patiently for them, to either make a move, or answer him.

Berdon realised that his thoughts were trailing away from the discussion around him, so he turned his concentration back to the current events.

"Setting traps is a good idea, like those ropes Cheddar mentioned... yeah, dangling them upside down up a tree and finish'em." He swinged his tomahawk enthusiasticly. "We better set those traps as soon as possible. It might be for our advantage."

He looked behind, in the direction where the enemy was suspected, then back at the others. "Thing is, I don't know a lot about these creatures you mentioned. What are they like?"

OOC: Dark Elite, by two sligs do you mean Talon and Trigger? Because Talon is a mudakon, and Trigger already gave his name.

IC: "Tch!" Talon grunted. "I am Talon" he said to the slig. "I take it you have already met my friend Trigger." He shifted his weight and the spooce bow on his arm glowed slightly. "Are you with the factory, or the tribe?" he asked. He shot a nervous glance at the Gloktigi before returning his gaze to Sly.

OOC: Oooooh....din't know Talon was a Mud. Sorry...

IC:
"I'm goin' to the factory. I dunno whoy yer askin' me 'bout a tribe, but if you'd excuse me...I'm-a be headin' to shelter. I think I'm gettin' a cold," Sly passed the Slig, giving him a quick glance in the eyes.

OOC: Why's Sly going to the factory? To hide from the Gloks?
IC:
Laskar was all for the traps, but then he noticed Sly was missing.
"Waitaminute guys, where's Sly?"

OOC: Yeah, he is. Since no one would listen o him, he'd rather hide in the factory than stand up to the Glok's.

Abhay had followed the conversation silently up till now, then he spoke up,
"Uh... you know, guys, if you wanted I might be able to buy you a bit more time to set up traps..."
He paused for a few moments, then continued, "I've been reasonably successful at harrassment missions before, so I might be able to distract them long enough for you to get traps set up when they get here. But I've never encountered a live Gloktigi before... does anybody have any advice on how to avoid their attacks?"
He thought for a moment, then added, "On second thoughts, does anybody have any advice?"

Sly listened to the Mudokon's suggestion, taking thought in its skill it said.
He nodded in agreement.
"Very well," Sly looked up to the Mudokon.
"Make the traps. I'll head out for Sly," He looked all around.
"Like I said...We could use all the help we can get," Slogann nodded, and ran up the direction Sly took off to.
The factory was nearby to Sly. The air was more smoggy to Sly's smell. He'd left the Slig and Mudokon to their own.
There was a distant howl down the steep slope to the forest. Sly turned around.
Slogann bursted out of the trees, his tongue lopping out one side.
"Slogann?" Sly said to himself.
Slogann regenerated from his sprint, then looked up to Sly.
"Sly. We need yer help. The Gloktigi's are really close. We're going to need all the help we can get, and that includes you," Slogann said.
"Why bother? We can't beat a bunch've Gloktigi's, along with their trainers," Sly shrugged.
"That's why we need every possible person to help," Slogann whined.
Sly let out a harsh sigh. He blinked a little doubtfully to his Slog.
"You positive?"
Slogann bounced his head up and down.
Sly looked down the hill to the standing Slig and Mudokon staring curiously at both Slig and Slog.
Sly gave a grin, then trotted down to them. He scratched his head nervously, but managed to look at them.
"We-well..." he stuttered at first. "we could use yer help...guys...To beat the Glok's?" Sly spoke.

"On second thoughts, does anybody have any advice?"

Mordred stepped forward. "I have," he spoke out loud
"Sorry for keeping it quiet, but I didn't know what you meant with Glocktigi before I heard their howls again." He continued

"I've had a single confrontation with two of those creatures before. I had a hard time shaking them off. I bet they wouldn't notice a trap, but leading them into one would be a hard thing to do.
And their attacks, it isn't as easy as it seems. I've seen them doing several of 'em. Let me think, it was some time ago. They... can spit, green acidy sticky burning stuff which they use for trapping enemies. So simply running away wouldn't work, yet they do make this screeching sound before they spit, so you'll be able to dodge before you get hit.
Another thing is, you can't get close to them. They've got legs, like razorblades which they'll try to pierce you with. And if they won't try to pierce you, they'd imitate a scrab-dance and use their legs in attempt of cutting you up."

He paused.
"That's all I can tell you about them. But I... Hey, as for a trap... no, their legs would cut through rope. What about a pit-trap? You know, the good old tree-branch-over-a-pit trap. We'd only need something to bait them to the pit, just something very... prominent."

Talons eyes widened as he listened to the question. "Gloktigis!? You want us to fight Gloktigis!?" he said. Trigger hoisted his gun onto his shoulder. "Sounds like fun, how many people do we have with us on this?" he asked. Talon jumped and looked him up and down. "These are Gloktigis! Does it matter!?" he asked. Trigger didn't move. "Gloktigis are large and powerful, but if it matched wits with a brick it would lose. If we stay one step ahead and use ranged weapons then we should be able to come out on top. The wolvarks won't pose much of a problem, they're about as smart if not less than the Gloktigi themselves. The Gloktigis primary attack will probably be to spit an acidic green slime, that binds foes and prevents them from moving. If you get slimed then try furiously to shake it off, because getting impaled is not fun." he showed them a scar near his shoulder, like a bullet hole but larger. "If you damage them enough, then they can and likely will, turn into a kind of spectre, and get away, it won't last for long though, and you should be able to take them down if there is enough of us" he finished. Talon's jaw dropped and he simply gawped at Triggers apparent wisdom of Gloktigis. "What?" Trigger said.

Slogann nodded to Trigger's wisdom as well.
"Very good. I think we have our planner 'ere, ey Sly?" his head wounded up to Sly.
"Eh..." Sly hummed.
"Come with us! We'll show you where they'll come to!"
Slogann and Sly dashed back down the hill through the forest. They noticed it was silent...almost too silent...
The Mudokons were gone, and the land hadn't been redone. But caution still needed to be taken.
"Chedder? Uh...Laskar?" Slogann quietly called.
"'Dis way! Over 'ere! Move it, grunts!"
Rattling chains and grouchy voices roared through the parted trees.
Slogann's fur prickled up on his neck. He darted to Sly, who was almost the same way as his Slog. But he quickly and calmly assessed.
"We need to hide, tute' suit," Sly snapped his fingers.

ooc: Sorry about the absense. Too much goin on!


Cheddar nodded. "If we can dig a shallow bit it should give us a chance to get in a few shots while they're dazed. And a few rope traps might have some success with the wolvarks."

Albert: "I know how to put together some triggered rope traps, so we can make em go off when we want, say when the glokti-things are in the pit we can grab the other things with em. And I can set em up quickly, I did a fair amount hunting and when we were ambushing sligs." He paused, slightly embarrased and glanced at the other sligs. "You can't get scrabs in a rope trap but yeah, we could get a it dug quickly, just good enough to stun them while we rain down attacks on em."

Cheddar: "Excellent, anyone with any experience can start setting things up. Abhey, go and spy on them. Don't let them know you're there unless you have no choice. I'll send a flare up when we're about ready and then you can lead them here. Take Mordred with you if he's ok with it. I'll go into the woods to look for vines and when the time comes I'll take care of the bait. Anyone who can't help with the traps can help look for strong vines to use for ropes. Prepare yourselves to fight, don't tire yourselves out. This will not be an easy fight."

"Understood!" Sly whipped out his rifle when he heard Cheddar's words.
The rattling of rusted chains were close enough for them.
Albert gave a quick thumbs-up to his squad.
Slogann kept a keen eye through the massed-up trees. He nodded back to Sly.
The trap was set. Now all they needed was a miracle that this would work.
Slogann scrambled back behind the dripping trees where everyone stood hunched down.
Leaves rustled violently, and hollars of angry mob voices arose. Their distinct tortuous yells made Sly's stomach flatten.
"C'mon, fellers! That Sly character must be 'round 'ere somewhere!"
"And when we get our hands on 'im, we'll show him the true fury of us unemployed bastards!"
Slogann's ears flattened, as he slowly looked to Sly, as of everyone else.
Sly kept frozen, eyes as wide as dinner plates. He reached his arm up, and scratched the side of his green jaw. He felt the narrowed eyes of everyone staring at him in disbelief. He turned his tassled mouth to everyone, choking on what he was going to say.
"What?" he spoke.

OOC: Sorry! Shoulda replied sooner :fuzemb: but I haven't dropped out without sayin' at any rate.

Slugger, who kept silent and just listening up until now, made his way quietly over to Sly and Slogann, Jaws trotting after him. Hearing the voices talking up ahead, he wiggled his mouth tentacles in quiet amusement.

"Looks like we're both past our pants in crud." he muttered to the other Slig. "Hey, listen," he suddenly said after a pause, "The Mudlings need more time to deal with the Gloks, you an' I can handle this bunch of morons right?" Jaws nodded his head up and down enthusiastically.

Aw, can we!? he grunted hopefully, Please, please, please! C'mon Slogann! The young puppy Slog didn't wait for a reply before he darted off into the undergrowth, towards the voices. Slugger swore quietly and began to cautiously follow, swearing blind that that Slog was more trouble then it was worth...

Slogann's ears perked up, watching Jaws trot the path to where the Gloktigis and Wolvarks were coming.
"Augh! Stop! Wait! No!" Slogann ran after Jaws.
Sly moved by Slugger, blinking ahead to where his Slog was catching up to Slugger's.
"The Mudokons'll get the Gloks. No doubt they have experience with those beasts,"
Sly swung his rifle in front of him.
"The 'varks'll be a piece of Paramite pie,"
Slogann nipped gently at Jaws's stubby tail. The squawks of the Gloktigis were right ahead of a barrier of bushes.
Slogann gasped, and tackled Jaws in to the brush. He kept his movement to a stop.
Footsteps rustled through the bush they hid in. Black long talons pierced the soft dirt and leaves. The Gloktigis were in chains attached to their wrists, and the Wolvarks pulling them gently behind them.
"Shh..." Slogann hushed. "Don't let them know we're here,"