Praetyre replied "I have worked in lab #10, #11, #12, and even #13. I was one of the only survivors of that horrible incident. I had to watch Irwin eat his brothers corpse after my leg was turned gangrene by a piece of shrapnel. Half of Irwins skin had burned off, and you could actually see one of his capillaries. And there was this little fuzzle... Oh Odd... he bit one of the capillaries, causing Irwin to literally implode in a river of blood. I was vomiting for the next hour, then one of Irwins eyes fell out. Then, I had to run through a kilometer of burning steel to put it back so that I could bury him properly. I bet you've never seen a Vykker cry. Well I did. I couldn't take it anymore, the sheer stress of going to the bathroom one minute and in the next one finding that your aunt, your friends, and your boss just died before your eyes. As you'd expect, I now find it hard to look at Gabbits or Fuzzles anymore. I know that we weren't saints, but couldn't he of just taken the Gabbiar and stopped the fuzzles from murdering my friends and family? That made him just as bad as some of us, just as cold and unforgiving. Anyway, sorry about the sentimentality. Lets roll."

Praetyre took the surgical tools from his suit's carry compartments like an Outlaw taking his guns. He walked towards the Mudokon, putting the laughing gas mask on him firmly and switching it on, and in mere seconds the Mudokon was knocked out. He then made an incision in the chest, making sure there was no bleeding. He activated his surgical scanner, showing that there was an indent beneath a fat layer that could potentially store the pace generator. He cut through the fat, making sure again that bleeding was not occuring. He was about to put the pacemaker generator in, when he noticed something. The generators charger port had broken off, and therefore the generator couldn't be connected to the pacemaker.
"Damn it!" Praetyre swore, irritated at the conundrum he was now in; "Sir, it seemed that you didn't check the generator. The charger port's gone, and we can't wait much longer. Slap's away, we need someone to oversee the operation, and leaving this Mud like this is like leaving a virus sucking machine out in the toxin lab and connecting it up to Maggie's life support system. I'm gonna have to stitch this Mud up, and get a new generator from the storage room. I just hope he can stay on.."

OOC: I haven't been forgotten, have I Splat? Just...checking in. Sorta.

ooc: No, Zerox, sorry. I just wanted to let the Gappiqu/Gore/Dion sory line move on a bit before bringing in the animals.

IC:
Despite her victory over Goresplatter, Dionysia was no less angry. "Well, if you're not too busy trying to seduse me, lets get out of here," She hissed at Gappiqu and got onto the lift.

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Somi stopped when the paramite he was heading towards stopped calling, but after a pause, headed to where he thought the noise had been coming from. Half way she met a group of other paramites looking worried. "Hey, what happened?" She asked in paramite.
The others looked angry. "Sligs killed one of our pack!" One hissed.
"We should go down there and get revenge! Kill one of them!"
Somi looked worried. "I don't know if that's a good idea..." These paramites looked angry, and she didn't think she could stop them, except by stalling them until the sligs left. She wondered how the meech would react.

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Jim looked a little nervous at her mention of sligs, but answered quickly. "I haven't met any since I left the R+R." He changed the subject quickly. "I just told Anni I'd help her; come on."

Anni was already in the kitchen looking for some buckets or a hose or something when Kix and Jim walked in.

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Krik heard some vykkers talking and decided to head in that direction. He simply ignored the intern he passed, and stepped into the lab and looked around. "Open heart surgery?" He examined the two younger vykkers clinically. "Are you sure you two are experienced enough to be doing that? Or are you just working on the mud for fun?"

Yet another Vykker walked in. Praetyre was both pleased and displeased to see another. Pleased because it meant there would be some people to talk to besides Slap and Praetyre very busy Glukkon bosses that wouldn't treat him like the Anti Odd. He was even more pleased that he had seen little to no Fuzzles. He was displeased because he was in the middle of an operation, and the Vykker was interrupting him just after a vital moment.

He ordered his suit to release its toolbox, and it complied. He picked out a device known as the Eyestitch Mini. It was, as its name suggested, normally used for stitching Mudokon eyelids, but in this case, he would use it to quickly stitch up the wound. He put it near the hole like a screwdriver, and it skillfully joined it up in only one minute. He then walked towards the storage area. But before he went, he spoke to the older Vykker.

"My elderly friend, and presumed fellow employee. Both of us here possess Masters degrees in Surgery. I am stitching this Mudokon up only temporarily, so that I can find the charger port for the pacemaker generator. This Mudokon needs a pacemaker, apparently, and he needs it now. The reason I'm doing this myself and leaving the Mudokon for a bit is because Slap, the resident Intern here, has been sent by me to tell the boss about the weird things going on. Half naked Sligs crawling out of air ducts, Mudokons bursting doors and bandages, grenades exploding, and psychotic Sligs nearly murdering me. So, here I go, and here I go."

He went through to the storage area, turning on the light as he went. He gazed at the many contraptions, boxes, and even specimens on the walls, until finding a white box marked "Pacemakers". He opened the box, rummaging through it, until finding that there were no more generators, only a broken off charger port. He took it, going back through to the lab. He then picked up the pacemaker generator, desperately trying to unite the two. It was uncertain that he would do it, and it would take several minutes to do in any case. And after that, he needed to restart the mechanism with a jolt of power, and the jolt requires would cause the whole room to black out, including the beds. He then spoke;
"Sir, is he still alive? I was gone for several minutes there. And to you, my elderly colleague, do you know of any nearby, ready, and large power supplies? It may be necessary to save this Mudokons life."

Dek swivelled to see a 3rd Vykker. What had Arnie been doing, hiring all these vykkers while he was gone!
"Inexperienced? he turned to see Praetyre return with a generator port. "yes, he's still alive, hanging in there. And I'd sugest you just weld the 2 parts together. welding works wonders, I always say."
Dek hurried over to a table and picked up his welder's tool, something he had used so many times already at Rupture Farms he was worried it eould pack in. he handed it to Praetyre. "And a good power source is the stasis tanks in the room over there," he poited to the room "we kept a scrab in one and it broke out, but there should still be enough of a supply."
He rounded on Krik once more. "Shoo old guy! Shoo"!"
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Arthur entered the cafeteria just in time to hear Jim saying something about Sligs. "Hiya Kix. Hiya Jim, you not still scared of me are ya? I may look like a nasty Slig, but I'm as cuddly as a Meep really." He grinned and winked at Jim, patting him on the shoulder and walking over to the canteen. He noticed the boss, Arnie, and Otto, and performed a gesture of respect to them, continuing to the canteen. "Right, what's for grub? not Scrab Legs again?" he called into the kitchen, where he could here someone fiddling around with something, possibly a bucket.
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OOC: Slap ,I know I'm allowed a little creative license, I just don't want to over-exaggerate just yet. Wait 'till the real quarrelling begins ;).

Praetyre took the tool. "Thank you. This will save me a lot of time.". He triggered the suits spark shielding software, then a further layer of metal slid down on the eye sockets in his helmet. He then walked towards the surgical table, and set the welder to a medium setting. It blew a little more than expected, but it got the job done within 30 seconds. The generator was complete. All it needed was a restart. After deactivating the spark shield, Praetyre walked over into the stasis tank room, noticing the broken tank. He could feel the electric fields even 3 metres away, and ordered the suit computer to activate the electromagnetic dampeners. He then inserted the pacemaker generators charger port into the power slot.

For a moment, Praetyre felt nothing. Then it came. The surge of power was so great that he started whole body vibrating. But it had not even reached quarter power. Praetyre told himself to let go, but it seemed his body would not listen. The vibration stopped after a minute, then Praetyre relaxed. But a split second after he relaxed, a massive surge came over him like a tsunami. It had restarted the generator, that he could tell, but right now, he and the generator were getting blown back into the lab at the speed of a rabid Scrab. He nearly hit the surgical table, but he just managed to, at the last second, use his back leg to stop hitting it and getting impaled by all the armour piercing, flesh hacking knives. But this saving of life came at a price. He snapped several tendons in the leg, and dislodged a kneecap. But he ignored the pain. There was a far more urgent matter at hand. He had let go while stopping and the generator had flung up into the air like an Opple in a throwing contest. He managed to catch it, 20 cm above the ground. He then got up and apologized;
"Sorry about.. OUCH! that. I didn't mean to.. URGH! smash into the table. Now lets.. OW! get.. OW! back to business.. OOH!"
He grabbed his surgical tools, opening up the Mudokons stiches. The holes in the fat were still there, and he inserted the generator, after connecting it to the pacemaker. That was the relatively easy part. Now he had to take out the natural pacemaker and replace it.
"My elderly colleague, I must ask that you leave this room or get a suit. Sir, I advise you get a surgical mask, to avoid risking infecting this Mudokon. They normally store them under the heart monitor and over the temperature monitor. Its a little black CD drive shaped object."

Gappiqu grew a small rage within him against Dionysia, mainly due to the fact she was trying to hurt everyone. Just like the rage he held against Skillya. He decided to release it this time by saying quietly, ignoring everything else around him, "You know what Dionysia, you are just like all of the Sligs I have known in my years of mechanicery. You can't accept that there is someone and something out there that is more important than you. Nor can you accept that there are people trying to help you. I have always been helping you since I met you. I carried you to the lab when you couldn't do it yourself, I am right now making sure that both of us won't get arrested for treason, but you still insist in treating me like a dirty Slurg. What is up with that!? Would you rather deal with the guy that doesn't care a bloody sh** that your an experiment and would love to make your head into a necklace?!? Well? Do ya!?! Because I could just let all of my grenades out and kill all of us in seconds. And nothing will happen to me. I will just die in feeling that I killed a suck up. And oh, I would feel proud if I hadn't loved ya like I love a myself!! So shut that pothole of your's and just be grateful for once!!"

Once he was heaving in the anger he possessed, he growled to Goresplatter, "You coming?"
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Kix saw that Jim took that joke seriousily and hastily added before he fell in fear, "Sorry about that joke."

She walked around looking for a bucket that Anni could use, while thinking about how she didn't see a whole lot of Mudokons anymore. It seemed like Sligs did all the work lately. She wondered where the rest went.

Kix at last found a small bucket by a table, which looked like it was to remind Mudokons of their work at Rupture Farms was their job. She joyfully grabbed it and rushed over to look for a hose. She tried looking along the walls, since she thought there might be one in case of a fire. She finally began to look around serving counters, since she thought one could be around for serving water. There happened to be one right next to microwaves and felt proud. She found one while the rest could not.

She poked her head and proclaimed, "Found one!" She was to be surprised that Arnie, Otto, and Arthur to be there. She flushed and said quietly, "Well, a hose for the garden. That's all." She hoped that she didn't embrass herself.

Kix brushed her feelings away and said, "Hey Arthur. How's security? I saw you at the grinders yesterday, then you left. What happened?"
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A train screeched to a halt in front of the loading deck, stopping the small cargo behind it. The smoke stopped filling the air and revealed a Slig getting off. The Slig approuched the one few doors on the train and slammed the open button against the inside angryily. He brought a big cigaritte to his mouth and hastily proclaimed, "Hey y'all! Come out ya dirty Slurgs!!"

Labor Force #451 stepped out of the deep shadows into the dark factory. All eight Mudokons, (Mark, Noel, Matthew, Sam, Anthony, Mike, Isaac, and Jacob) in chains tried to look the least bit interested in the factory, but they were indeed amazed. They looked at all of the designs and the building around them and gasped at every bit. They whispered all sorts of 'amazed' words, such as, "So this is the world's biggest meat plant.", "Wowww.", and "Crap that is big."

The Slig in front of them spat tabacco at the ground and grabbed a straight key of his. He slid his key into the lock of there's and shouted, "Now I can finally leave ya bitc*** back where ya belong. At a Ratz hole!" He started to rudily laugh while he brought himself back into the train. The train started back up noisingly flashed away from Rupture Farms.

The eight Mudokons shook their aching chains off and began to wonder what that Slig meant by Ratz hole. They shook their confusion off while Mark declared, "Well guys, let us find where we should go."

The rest nodded in agreement as ventured through out the train station. They all were amazed by the dark, enormous factory, while realizing that there wasn't too many people there. There was no one there at the station, while they expected all kinds of trains docking and letting huge crates of food onto the train. But there was not one there. Nor was there even a Greeter telling them of the current success of Rupture Farms or giving them a tour around the factory. So far, they felt that employee success was pretty dim.

At last, Mark found a directory of the factory, finally finding out where to go. He was relieved, since he was excited to find out where to go. He shouted to the rest happily, "Hey ya'all, here's a map!"

The other seven ran rather hurringly and all piled up to look at the map. It was pretty well done, since they finally found out that there were on the first level. Then, Noah proclaimed, "Maybe we should go to the grinders. We could find some people to assign us jobs."

Mike shook his head and replied, "Nah, Sligs are found sleeping there. We should go to the cafeteria where they would be smoking."

Anthony commented eagerly, "But what if there is a higher unit there? What happens then?"

Matthew said quietly, "Maybe we should split off. Me, Mark, Noah, and Sam could go off to the cafeteria while the rest goes to the grinders. And we will meet back at the place that had one, by knowing that one failed."

The rest mummered in their opinions and said in agreement, "OK."

The eight split off into four's and went through the hallways to find their destination. Although Sam lackd to see logic in that, he went with his brothers to the cafeteria.

Gore breathed heavily for ten seconds. It was something he was taught by a friend in Slig Barracks, which he took to heart. Well, actually the advice had been along the lines of 'If you're annoyed, shoot what's annoying you. If it's a Glukkon, breathe deep for a few seconds...', but, however much he dearly desired to shoot the rowdy Mudokon, he decided against it.
"OK, Gappiqu, that security will probably be down any moment. We need a story, or something. Reckon that robot knows what's really goin' on? You may be a wanted Slig, but surely not everyone knows yet - Odd, not even Arnie knows yet. But we need out. We could go through to another way out, and if we're asked about it, we could say we were worried backup might not have gotten here in time. That could buy us some time on discovery by Slap. But you're a mechanic, you're better at thinking than me. I'm just a gun with legs..." he added a little extra venom and aimed the comment in the direction of Dionysia, "... with no feelings or anything..." he returned in his normal speech to Gappiqu, "So what do you think? Ultimately, no choice here. Sorry about the backup calling, made it more difficult, but just saying 'No, we're just fine here shooting, thanks' would have sounded off the mark, I had to say something. That reminds me, do you have a map around?"

IC: "Hey, if you ask me, they kind of have firepower, and you don't have any back armour like me. It would be pretty risky if you were to try it, you know. I'm not stopping you, though."

RG-49 noticed that two figures got on the elevator, and they seemed to be waiting for someone. Recalling what Slap said - written, that is - about the Slig organic Goresplatter arresting two other workers, he had to think fast. The two figures were on the same terms, to a certain extent at least. "This means that the arresting is not going as planned." thought RG-49.

He went back to the Labs' main area, looking for Slap. He looked around, but he only saw three Vykkers and a Mudokon on an table, being operated. He hurried back to the storage and noticed that the elevator is still down with the arguing workers. He had to find out what's going on. He closed the door behind him and opened the cover of the door's terminal. A metal rod popped out from his index finger and he adjusted the door's control system, so the door couldn't be opened from either side.

He pulled his rifle from his back, reloaded it with a full round and stood with his back to the closed door, waiting for the elevator to ascend.

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Arnie and Otto proceeded to the counter. Otto examined the Scrab Legs. "Aw, that's from yesterday. No chance to have a fresh meal around here." he said plaintively.

"No chance to shut your mouth up for good, more like. You're never satisfied with the stuff you have, aren't you? You're the Flak Clerk around here, you don't have to make more complaints than you already have." said Arnie.

Otto was about to retort, but he was interrupted by Kix, who shouted out holding a hose, then mumbled an apology.

"Oh yeah, the garden. Good luck with that." said Arnie.

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Rick wandered around the Grinding Station, checking the machinery. He didn't want to start the boilers until it is safe.

OOC: where's Splat gone? Has he not been able to get on yet? And Slaveless, you're introducing EIGHT new characters? can you handle them all, man? You'll have about 10 or 11 in the end.
IC:
Arthur turned to answer Kix "I dunno really. I heard about the gas leak at the Lab so I went there, climbed into the vent to fix it, and next thing I know I've woken up in the vent an' everyone's forgotten about me. How log ago was the gas leak, cause I have no idea what day it is."
he looked past Kix at Jim 2What is up with that guy? Dosn't he know most of us here are alright? Can't he take a joke?" he turned to get a Scrab Leg then, noticing they were quite old, thought better of it.
"I'll have a look in the kitchen, there's gotta be at least summat fresh in there, even if it is just Slurg Soup or Meep Munchies" he thought to himself.

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Dek gasped, sighed and winced in a variety of combinations and orders at Praetyre'#s less than graceful acrobatic display. "wonderful, a surgeon who's injured his own leg. The only medic here I've met who isn't totally incompetent is Slap ,and he's gone wandering." Dek thought ruefully to himself. he noticed the old Vykker still hadn't gone. If the pensioner didn't react soon, Dek would just have to vent his anger on him again.

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OOC: All eight of them will be working as one. So, yeah I can take it.

IC: Gappiqu stood still trying to think. There was nothing that he could get on Slap to make him look bad, and that was pretty much the only thing he could think of. And above all, he didn't know what had happened. Gappiqu burst out, "Problem is, I don't have any memory of what happened. We need to go to the Security office and see the footage of me and the Intern. That way, I could brainstorm from there. And no, I don't have a map, but the directory at the train station does."
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Kix looked at Arthur a little strangily, since she didn't know all of this chaos went on at the Labortory. Also, she couldn't believe that he couldn't remember what day it was. She replied slowly, "That much goes on in the Labortory? It's like a television show you would see on the Soap operas. Anyway, you have only been gone for a half a day. Not really much."
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Anthony, Mike, Isaac, and Jacop entered the Grinder Station terminal door, and was to be a little disappointed. The whole place seemed empty. Nothing was even working. No humming of fluids moving around in the pipes, not even a single meat saw was working. There weren't any Sligs barking orders from catwalks, or walking down passages shooting near Mudokons feet. There wasn't a single piece of machinery moving. There weren't any Mudokons even scrubing blood from the walls. It was very dull to their perpective.

As the four were walking on the high passages, looking around for any people around, at last Mike burst, "Reminds me of when we went to work on a Faclity assembly."

Before anyone could respond, Isaac jumped and said excitingly, "Look, a brother!"

The rest looked at the Mudokon (Rick) to see that he inspecting. Jacob went off to talk to him, while the rest stayed behind. Isaac ran off to tell the others, while Jacob slid to stay in position in front of the Mudokon. He smiled and said politily, "Hello, fellow employee. I am a new recruit, and what is happening here? It seems like nothing is happening. Anyway, where could my friends start working? We are very eager to work."

Praetyre spoke to the elderly Vykker; "Sir, my superior has told you several times to leave. We are in the middle of a delicate operation, and cannot risk contaimination or interruption. If you wish to speak, please do it when we are on break. Thank you."

He then turned to his superior;
"Sir, I must insist that you get a surgical mask. I am about to remove the natural pacemaker of this Mudokon, and during this time, trillions of viruses and bacteria could get in from outside. And if this Mudokon is infected in the heart, it could greatly complicate things."

ooc: I've only been gone 2 days...
For future reference, Krik used to be quite famous, until he did something rather illegal and got in a lot of trouble. Dek and Praetyre might have heard of him, though they might not remember what he's so famous for.

IC:
Gappiqu had successfully hit Dionysia where it most hurt.Fuming, she stepped back from the two sligs in the shadows. She waited until they were both distracted, talking to each other, and then she slipped away into the darkness.

What did that slig know about her, or about her makers? He was just an average slave of the Magog Cartel thinking he was someone important, someone who mattered. She growled angrilly, flicked her feather back and strode through the corridors of the basement.

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Anni had also found a bucket sitting in a corner next to a mop. "Lets put water in these then, and we can go."

Jim, meanwhile, had slipped into the kitchen when Arthur had walked in and was now hiding in a cupboard.

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Krik was enraged when this young upstart refered to him as 'old guy' and shood him like he was an animal. "I'll have you know, I am Dr Krik, inventor of DNAtor (though I wasn't the one who named it), and I will not be spoken to by a pair of inexperienced juniors in this manner!"


ooc: if you want to know what Krik did that got him in trouble you can PM me.

Isaac was running through the hallways, calling his brothers' names, until a heap of running Mudokons came in front of him. Mark, Noah, Matthew, and Sam were all in front of him looking confused. Isaac gleefully said to them hastily before they said anything, "I found a Mudokon here! We can go to work now!"

Noah sneered and grumbled with Mark, "A Mudokon? What, has the whole factory killed each other and fell into meat saws?"

Issac looked down and replied sighingly, "Yeah, only one. I don't understand. Why isn't the factory working? But anyway, follow me!"

The four shrugged and went off after Isaac, hoping there were more than just one Mudokon around here.
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Slap waited by Arnie's door, anticipating he will shout something. But he was wrong. The door didn't open itself. Nor did anyone call. He nervousily tried to think of a reason, to only to think that he went to the cafeteria. Slap sighed about the whole thing, worrying that it would be too late for the Mudokon. He decided that this kind of thing such wait until further notice. So Slap quietly sneaked himself over to the Labortory, puzzled on how he could deal with future events.

Once he got to the Labortory, he was to be surprised by the terminal shut down. He didn't know what was happening. One moment it was under control, the next the Labortory was under a lockdown. He couldn't find a way in, as he tried to open the door from all sides. He huffed, as he was not physically fit as he would have hoped, and was unable to open the door. He gave up and tried to figure out what to do. Slap knew that whatever was happening was important. Maybe something with Gappiqu was happening in there that he had no idea about. He breathed in softily and relaxed. All he could do was to hope that whatever was happening was positive.

He hastily decided that he might as well find Arnie. Arnie was the only reason he was out. Rushing himself to the Cafeteria, he hoped his ideas for improvement were enough.

He ran to the nearest stair way, and hubbled himself down the stairs. He was breathing heavily, being that he wasn't use to this kind of running. Hastily, he found himself going through hallways, passing a group of Scrubs running the oppisite direction as him, to find himself going to the Cafeteria doors. At last, he broke into the cool cafeteria, to be brushed by a rush of meat oders. he saw quite a few members of the factory in the cafeteria, discussing with their peers, while Mudokons were collecting buckets and hoses for some project. That was not part of his attention. At last, he spotted Arnie and Otto discussing with each other. He sighed in relief, and politily made his way to the table in a gentlemen and soft manner. He sat down at an empty chair. He hastily wrote down, "Good morning Glukkon excutives, I hope you are all in good health. But I have to bring rather sad news. There has been much trouble at the Labortory, that I am becoming concern of the troubles in the factory. Shall I explain?"
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Kix brought herself to Anni, bringing her own bucket and the hose. She dropped her own bucket on the floor, while aiming the hose at her bucket. She pulled the lever to her body, expecting water to go off. But only a few drips got out. She didn't understand, as she was puzzled. Kix looked at the whole hose itself. It wasn't bent somewhere, so the water wasn't clogged up. It was simply not working, like the grinders.

Like grinders! Kix was both impressed with herself and angry with the people fixing the grinders. The Boilers weren't on so the water wasn't moving along in the pipes like it should. But that also meant that she couldn't accomplish anything at the moment. She knew that would make Anni upset, but she couldn't bear making an excuse for her. It just wasn't right. She turned around to face Anni and said angryily, "That hose isn't working since the Boilers have been turned off. If you want to get the garden sprouting up, we need to help whoever is working on the Grinders."

OOC: i'f be happy to know Krik's background a bit more, I read his bio but you've kpt the incident a mystery, well played.
IC:
Dek suddenly felt a little bit of concern. when you see a sweat drop go down the head of a character in anime, hat's the exact way Dek was feeling now. "Ah, Dr krik, inventor of the DNA destroying virus. well, heh-heh, what a pleasure it is, erm, to have a doctor of your stature at this factory. Sorry for my heh, rudeness sir. I didn't know who you were, I thoufht you were, er, ah, just some old Vykker who'd happened to wander in. Pleasure to have you on board the medical team here sir. Thank you for your assistance, but I assure you I am not inexperienced. If you would allow me to headline this operation, I'm sure we can find you a spot on the medical team at some point." Dek still felt anger though. Krik was famous, but he was past it, his success had diminished lately, over some incident that Dek knew little about. 'Still, thuoght Dek 'He may be qualified but I'M the hed surgeon round here. he'll just have to learn to work for others, this time. As soonas I can I'm letting the press know about my medical work here, I might be abl to land a high up job at a Labs installation, or even work for one of the Royal Families- skillya or Maggie. dek was still concerned abou the number of other Vykkers here. Perhaps Praetyre would need to have an....unfortunate accident. Such a pity too, Dek had despised him slightly less than Krik, who would be too cunning to be....dealt with.
Dek returned his attention to their patient, Linc. He hurried over to a stand in the corner, on which several surgical clothes were resting. Snatching up a mask and surgical cap, as well as pulling on some gloves, Dek hurried back to the operating table. He couldn't afford the sightest risk of illness, one show of ill health and the other 2 vykkers could try to assasinate him. Being a vykker was a dangerous life, if there were other vykkers around.
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Arthur's current activities were far lss crucial. well, not to him they weren't. to Arthur, the matter of fresh food was always crucial. He sighed and walked into the kitchen, rummaging in cupboards, pots and pans for anything else to eat. he opened a cupboard to find Jim huddled up in it. oops, this guy is gonna think I'm out to kill him or something. thought Arthur.
"Heeyy!! Jim, old buddy., Happen ta know if there' ay fresh grub in here, pal?"
OOC: Im thinking of introducing a new character, possibly a mudokon or glukkon inspector (If that's OK with dripik), just these 2 is getting a bit boring. Seeing as there's supposed to be a food train coming in to the factory later on, I'll introduce the character then.

Praetyre spoke;
"Ah, so you are the great Krik. Nice to meet you. I apologise for my and my superiors previous rudeness. One must be very careful when conducting open heart surgery. Now, I still must ask you to get a mask, but you are welcome to watch the operation."

Krik huffed and looked disgruntled. He was, however, rather pleased to know these glukkons had heard of him and recognised his importance. "Actually, I'm not here for a job. I'm working on a very important project for the Magog Cartel which has been sent here for field testing. You haven't seen her have you? A black-skinned mud, thinks she's Skillya? I'm supposed to be running tests on her, but she seems to have run off."

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Dionysia moved silently through the basement, thinking horrible thoughts about Gappiqu and Goresplatter.
She wandered through the dark maze of pipes, telling herself she wasn't lost as long as she knew which direction she was going in (in this case, forward). Climbing over a pipe, she suddenly found herself face to face with four paramites and some other creature she didn't recognise. "Oh, Sh-"

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Jim sat in darkness, trying to be as silent as possible.
Then the cupboard door opened and he found himself face to face with a slig. He froze, a look of abject terror on his face.

Anni heard the slig say Jim's name, and quickly intervened. Running over, she pushed the slig out of the way, "Oh, there's nothing in there. It's al right. Food? Maybe in the fridge? Or a vending machine? Heheh..." She closed the door of Jim's cupboard behind her back, leaving the mudokon in darkness again.

She heard what Kix said. "No water?" Her face fell. Then she ran out of the kitchen, hoping Arthur wouldn't bother Jim again, and ran to where the two glukkons and an intern were sitting. "Arnie! You need to get the boiler working again or my garden will die! There's no water!"

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Somi looked round in surprise as the mudokon suddenly appeared. She said a word Somi didn't know the meaning of, and then turned and ran away. Before Somi could react, the three paramites were chasing the mudokon, hissing and screeching. "Hey, wait! She yelled in paramite, and then glanced at Sturg. "Come on!" She chased after the paramites.

IC: As Sturg quickly caught up with the Paramites, he asked Somi "Hey, what in the hell is a Mudokon doing down here!? Is she braindead, or what?" As they conitnued pursuing, he then said "Hey, should I head her off further up, or what? I can run faster than you Paramites"

Dek considered his options. He could tell krik he encountered Dionysia and she escaped, and risk a shouting match fduring the operation, or he could play dumb, and risk a shouting match during the operation. He went for option 1.
"Is she by any chance called Dionysia? As I have encountered a black female mudokon. I attempted to restrain her for testing, but my assistant Sligs were incompetent and I have no idea where she's gone. I'd try the Stockyards, Boilers or lower levels, she's probably hiding."
He desparately wanted Krik gone so he could finish the operation with Praetyre.
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Arthur was rather bemused as Anni shunted him out of the way. He wanted to help the poor mudokon get over his fear, but was concerned that poking his head in on him again would traumatise the fellow and make him think Arthur had a vendetta against him. He decided to have a look in the fridge. Opening it, he found a frozen Slurg Slurpee and a couple of tins of minced Meep. He picked up the Slurpee for himself as well as the Meep cans, and waked back through. "Hey boss, Mr Otto, anybody, I've found a coupla refridgerated tins of minced Meep, ya want them instead?" Only I ain't cookin' them. where's Dean when ya need him?" He thought.
He then turned back to Jim's cupboard, and crouched down by the door. "Hey Jim, I ain't gonna bother you no more right now, but ya need to realise I ain't gonna hurt you. I'm a nice guy! You could do with some counsellin', I'd recommend you see our resident doc, Dek. He can probably fix ya up on the psyca-logical side."
Arthur patted the cupboard door and then stood up, walking back into the lunchroom.
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OOC: Actually, I've just thought- did anybody take control of Dean? since T-Nex isn't here anymore I can't get permission to use him but, did anybody choose to keep him around?

Praetyre whispered into Dek's ear.
"The boiler? Is this going to be 401 all over again? Or is this Mudokon not so idealistic? Because if she got there herself, she must be damn skilled. Normally they place it under chant suppressors, flying Sligs, Big Bros, and even the odd military vehicle or two. If this facility was secured, and she managed to get past, we could all be screwed. Or were you just blowing smoke to get Krik away?"

ooc: No, MM, no one grabbed Dean or Javi. If you want to take them, I doubt T-nex will mind, but I'll ask her on MSN if you would prefer.

IC:
Somi was panting as she answered. "Head her off? It's the other paramites I... want to stop! If they kill her... they might send more sligs down to kill us all... They've tried before and... we've had some narrow escapes... I don't want to hurt the others... but if you can stop them... They might get angry at you though..."

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Jim sat his cupboard, frozen. He cringed away from the door when he heard the slig speaking outside, without ever noticing the talk was directed at him.

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Krik growled. "Damn girl. There aren't enough sligs on the planet to keep her down." Grumbling, he sauntered towards the door, when he remembered why he'd come here in the first place. "You don't know where the armoury is, do you? For my protection, of course. I had a small snoozer but its broken."

IC: Sturg saw that point. He then said "That sin't who you were talking about earlier who might know about this 'ere poster, is she? And there's plenty of other food down here anyway"...he caught up with the others quickly, and growled "Hey! What're doing? If you kill her, many Sligs with guns will be sent down to get you, and there's plenty of other food down here anyway!"

EDIT: Sorry, I thought it was Dek that was leaving. My bad.
"No, I'm sorry to say I don't know where it is. But there may be some in the back room of this lab. Please do it quickly though. We have to resume this operation soon."

OOC: I'd prefer if you ask her first, but make sure to tell her I said hi and 'how are you' before you mention the RPG.
Also for the 1/2 a person who's interested, I'm aiming to revive my old fanfic- Freedom Fighters. I've been working hard on getting the next chapter up so for the few who care, it should be up in a couple of weeks.
IC:
Dek turned to Praetyre. "She doesn't seem that type of person, at least, I hope she isn't. Besides, she isn't neccesarily at the Boilers. She's more the type to try and storm out the factory in a huff."
he turned to Krik "well, you could try reading, if your eyes are still up to it, sir. There's a map up the corridor." Dek loved insulting people when frustrated.
He opened his ever present tube of chill pills in his coat pocket, and swallowed one. He ate the things like candy, and figured he'd need mor for the oeration.
"Get on with the operation already!!"
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"So, does anybody want these cans o' grub? Boss, Mr Otto?"
Arthur turned round and went back into the kitchen, taking a can opener. After several failed attempts as he realised he had no idea how to work the damn thing, he opted for something simpler- a cleaver. 1 swingf and the can lid was hacked off. Unfortunately he'd also cut the can further away fro mthe end than he thought, so had to scoop the Minced Meep out of both ends.
"boy I could do with gettin' a Brew from the vendos." he thought "Hang on, I ain't got any money. I've only got 5 Moolah left from when I arrived, an' I still in't been paid!"
He turned to the oven. "Now how d'you switch this bloody thing on!"

OOC: I think you misunderstood something, MM. RG-49 went back into the Labs' storage and locked it's door, not the door leading out from the Labs. But it doesn't really matter.

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Arnie watched Slap as he made his way to their table. He read what Slap has written. "Trouble in the Labs? You mean that explosion? #7 Slig told me about that this morning. Or is it something else?" he asked Slap.

He heard that Arthur was asking them about breakfast. Otto turned his head around hopefully, reminding himself what those Scrab Legs looked like. "Something new for a change would be welcome here!" he shouted into the kitchen.

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Rick was rather suprised by the sudden appearance of the new Mudokons. He hasn't seen so many of his kind in one place for a long time. "Uh, sure, we're a bit short on Mudokons right now, I guess. We count around 6 or 7 Mudokon workers, so the place is pretty dead right now. I'm Rick, by the way." he said, holding his arm out.

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RG-49 was still crouching in the Lab's storage, waiting for the lift to arrive with the suspected workers. "Come on, organics." he said in an almost mocking voice.

Praetyre replied to his superior;
"Sir, I apologise but I cannot operate until everyone not wearing a surgical mask or some other filtration devices leaves this room. I'm sure you know as well as I do how risky these sorts of operations are. I have seen an entire ward full of healthy Mudokons die simply due to the unsanitary practices of their nurses. No denegration meant to Slap of course, as he seems like a decent and honourable Inhabitant. I promise you that as soon as Krik puts a single foot outside that door, I'll start operating."

Krik glared at Dek. "My eyes are as sharp as your wits are dull, Junior. Dionysia was made to work for us, so if a terrorist walks in here, she either kills him herself, or brings him to security. Despite her erratic behaviour, I can say she at least does that." He walked to the storage room foor and pulled on it. It didn't move. "It's locked," He announced unecessarily.

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The paramites glared at Sturg and one yelled at him, "They kille one of our pack! It's only fair we take one of them!"
However, the distraction had given Dionysia to stumble through a door, down a clearer corridor and into a lift. Shw quickly hoisted herself up and emerged in the production lines to find a heap of muds standing round (Rick and Slaveless's crew). She regained her composture as much as she could after running through a maze of greasy pipes while being chased by a bunch of paramites, and stetched to her full, imposing height. "What's going on here, the boy's brigade? Or is someone actually doing some work at Rupture Farms?"


ooc: Sorry, couldn't resist.

OOc: Wadn't me who misunderstood it, I dunno who it was. Also S[lat, what new on T-nex's answer?
IC:
Dek thought to himself so not at all sharp then. as he turned to Praetyre.
"Finally, now that granddad's gone you can do the operation. Rg's a robot so he can't be affected. Now please get on with it, I haven't had a moment's rest since coming here and haven't eaten for ages."
he then heard Krik saying something about a key.
"Which storage room? Tools and medicine, Medical equipment or weaponry?"
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Arthur continued fiddling with the oven. He turned to the cupboard, and put on his best impersation of a mudokon "Ahem! Jim, do you know how to work an oven, oh fellow mudokon?"
He continued fiddling with buttons and dials, and managed to light the hob on top. "Ahhh! Fire!.....Wait, that's meant to be there."
Arthur started turned a dial and pressing a button, watching the flame go and return.
"On....Off.....On....Off.....On...off-hey! I got the hang of it!"
He took a pan out of a cupboard and tossed the mince into it, and started cooking it. He took the second can and cleaved that open, again rather messily, and tossed it into the pan too.
"La-di-da-di-da. I could be the first Slig to be a TV Chef!"

ooc: She hasn't been on MSN today, Mun[hes Ma]ter, I'll ask her when i see her.

Oh, and Krik didn't leave, he's standing by the door of the store room wondering whose going to produce a key.
Full compliments for Arthur's cooking.

OOC: Oh, I thought Krik had gone. I'll edit mny previous post. And yeah, I intended Arthur's...culinary skills to not particularly be the best. ;)

OOC: Uh oh. These Vykkers have some major differences here. I wonder what Slap would do.

IC: Jacob gave a warm smile. So far he already made peace. Jacob placed his arms around Rick's shoulders. He greeted to him, "It is always a pleasure to see another brother."

He let himself go and stared. Everything seemed OK in the grinders. The pipes looked a little new, while the meat saws seemed not so dirty. As if the saws had not cut anything in ages. He said curiousily,
"So, this place is dead huh? What have you been doing around here anyway? I mean, the meatsaws and the pipes look really new, as if it hadn't been in use for a while. And.."

Then, his eyes gazed at the lift going into the pipes. Quite a sight, but he didn't understand why one would be there. He continued, "There seems to be a lift in here, going up beyond the catwalk. Why is that there?"

Suddenly, when the other five joined them, they found a much more blacker and more angry looking Mudokon. A female one. Kind of unusual for them see. Being that they never saw one before, the other seven mummered in rather puzzlement. "Must have been those sterile ones I heard from Sliggie back in Piperyanic.", whispered Noah to the rest. He also mummered to the rest when Dionysia said something about work, "So this factory really never saw a work day before."

Jacob ignored his brothers' jokes about Dionysia and said to her rather puzzled, "First of all, what is a brigade? And next, why aren't you working, if you are complaining?"
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Slap knew that Arnie must have known already, but he himself was not happy on how he was responding. He continued to write, "Its not just that. It seems like much of factory's employees are having trouble adapting to the whole, 'Everyone's a Friend at Rupture Farms' law. It seems like that being the Sligs that are use to beating Mudokons, have trouble venting their anger. So far, I have seen Sligs try to vent their anger on other members of the Rupture Farms, or use the social ability of there's to vent their anger off of someone else. Basically, the anger be held within is causing Sligs to do more destructive and unnecessary violence.

Take Molt for example. Basically, he had been tramitized by many painful and emotional events happening, that he has resorted to an impatient and aggressive person. He has lost his arm here just by using that anger, and has tried to kill several members of Rupture Farms. He has also caused many Sligs to be distracted for their work, and didn't allow the functioning of the Grinders be a closer goal now. And now he is disturbing my work, my patients, and myself. The worst part is, he must stay in the Labs until further notice. He is terrorizing everything. And I can't keep letting all of these events happening in the Lab.

Yet, we can't fire Molt. He is under inspection of a Glukkon named Edward. Edward wants your job, Arnie. And he doesn't seem very friendly either. Molt thinks that Edward plans to inspect the factory after you fire Molt, and then he will sue for not being reasonble. So, we lose either way.

However, like the rest of the Sligs here, I have a solution. Promote Molt to butcher of Stockyards. That way, he won't socialize with people, and he will vent his anger out on the animals in the Stockyards. That way, productivity will be more effective with a mass killer.

Now, the rest I can't say. All I have to suggest is that you can employee Mudokons to make a detention center for Sligs. This detention center would be used in a way to work as a time out. The Sligs will have to consider if what they are doing is right before they get themself killed by Skillya. And best of all, no little distractions will be in the Lab.

But I am considered of Dionysia, a Mudokon here at Rupture Farms. She is, what you may say, a peeve. She has not done any work around here, and she done even worse. Cause a Slig to bring up more emotional issues than hate, but rather love. Love, is forbinned in Magog Cartel. Both specimens will get themself killed, and the Glukkon who employeed them will be punished for allowing it to happen. That is not good at all. You might think that she is useful for terrorists, but hire the other copy of the DS skin whatever it is called. She is just too social, in ways distracting for Sligs, and not supporting labor here.

I will wait here until you make your decision. I plan to help you, since I can't go into the Labortory for some time."

IC: "What do you mean 'She killed one of our pack!'? When? That was a Slig! That's a Mudokon! There's a big difference! if anyone, take down the guy specifically who killed a member of your pack, surely? Taking it out on someone who doesn't even know about it kind of defeats the object of revenge, doesn't it? Anyway..." Sturg looked up the ledge where the Mudokon had climbed up. He screeched loudly at them, then put the poster he had been carrying inhis mouth and jumped to toss it up. He then waited to see if anything would happen. He made sure it was close enough to the ledge so he could pull it down again. Presuming this was the Mudokon who might help...

ooc: MM, T-nex said you could have Javi and/or Dean. She also said Hi, and tells you to get MSN. :p
Zerox, Dionysia has already gone, and she went on a lift (with a pulley, like in AO and AE), not a ledge.

IC:
The ball was in his court, and after Dek delivered that sting, Krik decided to play aggressively. "Well, that idiot," He waved his hand at Preatyre, "Pointed to this door, and this one is locked. Is it weapons or not? And I really don't see what you're both so worried about it. it's one mudokon! There are thousands more; let it die and buy a new one. Ha!" He sneered at the other vykkers.

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Dionysia rolled her eyes. "My Odd, no wonder anything gets done if you're the sort of fools the boss gets delivered." She thought there were probably too many of them to just push her way out of the room, so instead she stepped down off the lift and continued. "The reason no one does work is cus Arnie never bothers to organise anything. If the boss doesn't work, no one works. It's that simple."

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Years of being slig-ophobic had taught Jim enough to tell the difference between the voice of a slig and the voice of his fellow mudokons. He was staying in his cupboard!
Whether you're slig-ophobic or not, a slig singing is one of the most terrifying sounds you'll ever hear.

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Somi caught up with the other paramites, thinking the last thing they needed was an all out animal rebellion. "Look, when I was a baby, the paramites tried to get back at the sligs and they just killed loads of us. We can't fight them! The best we can do is stay hidden and don't let them catch us." The paramites grumbled, but crept away into the shadows. Somi spoke to Sturg. "I hope they don't try anything. Look, if I have to go into the factory to look for my mudokon, Anni, then you'll have to stay hidden down here. You're too big, and if you are... If there aren't many meeches left, then they'll probably try and get you. Will you be ok?"


ooc: Dripik, Anni spoke to the glukkons earlier, telling him there was no water until the grinders were fixed so she couldn't water her garden.

OOC: Oh right. I'll take Dean for now, perhaps Javi later if I don't go ahead with the Inspector Glukkon character (who would only be temporary anyway).
IC:
Dek had several thoughts rushing through his head, so he answered Krik in the question order. "If you asked for the armoury, it'll be weapons. I'll get you the key in a minute. Also, it's not neccessarily that I'm concerned about the mudokon, I am, as he is my patinet and I've never had a patient die withotu me wanting it to. It's just that the boss of the factory, Arnie, is more.....equality-inclined than most Glukkons. If I let the mudokon die I'd be punished, fined or fired for incomptence."
Dek waddled over to a locked cupboard, produced a key from his toolbag and opened it. He then took a blue and chrome coloured key out, re-locked the cabinet and again waddled over to where Krik was. He gave him the key. "There you go. Lock it back up when you're done."
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Arthur was starting to find this 'cooking' experience rather tedious. You put the meat in the pot, set it on fire and wait for a bit, apparently. He was busy humming 'Slog out of Hell' to himself while he waited, and kept prodding the meat while he watched it cook. He then stuck a fork in, picked up some meat and tasted it. "...Like a Slog out've-Gyaaahhhhhh! Too hot!!" He turned the 'fire' off and poured the meat out onto 4 plates. Being a Slig, Arthur knew little about cleaning, except that you stuck some stuff under some water and it cleaned it somehow. He chucked the pot in the sink, turned both taps on full blast, and picked up the plates. He rummaged around for some forks and stuck a fork in each plate of meat, and carried it through. He left one plate outside Jim's cupboard, and continued into the cafeteria.
"Bon ah-pet-eat, lunch is served!" He carried 2 plates to Arnie and Otto, put them on their table, then went and sta down at another table. He figured he'd have to wait a bit more before the food was cool enough to eat, so he decided to talk to Slap. "So, Slap! What happened when I was KO'ed? Something about an explosion?"
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Dean walked into the kitchen after a long refreshing rest, and saw Anni talking to Arnie about the garden. "Hi there Anni. How is your garden going, it's a while since I last saw you."

OOC: My apologies, MM, I meant Slaveless. But making things clear with the Labs would be good. So, the Labs can be accessed from the corridors, and the Labs' storage can be accessed from the Labs, right? Currently, it's just the storage's door which is locked.

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Arnie was about to speak, but he turned his head around to see Arthur placing two plates on their table. Otto examined the meat rather hungrily. Arnie didn't want to watch his assistant gobble his food up, so shot a glance at his own plate before turning back to Slap. "I think #7 Slig mentioned something about doing some target practice with the Sligs. That ought to calm them down for a bit."

He read further. "I don't think that placing Molt out in the open would be a good idea. Edward might send some spies who might try to corner him or something."

Otto looked up from his plate, with pieces of meat on his face. "You think that's likely, Arn? Stockyards is full with wildlife. There's no Slig who could find his way through that place without dropping a tentacle."

Arnie thought about this for a moment. The wildlife out there is like the outer defence of the factory. Paramites and Scrab don't usually ask for the papers of their prey - they tear him appart, worker or no worker of Rupture Farms. "OK, that might work. Or - just an idea - promoting Molt to run that Detention Center you mentioned. He can carry out punishments to those who deserve it."

"Nah, he's too keen when it's about causing pain." said Otto.

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OOC: "This is it for now, got to go.

OOC: The main Labs rooms can be accessed by the corridor, the storage can only be accessed from the Labs, and the back Labs rooms (containment tanks, old machinery, holding cells etc.) can be accessed by the Labs or by a lift. I think that's how it works.

"Wow, friendly people... In here..." thought Rick, suprized by the new Mudokon's greeting. "Well, there was an accident with these grinders, most of them blew up, blades flying around, cutting pipes and generally everything, yeah. So we had to repair everything here, that's why it looks so new. We only have to start the boilers and activate the machinery." he said.

Meanwhile, the rest of the new group arrived. "I can't say that we don't need you all. You might help to restore production here." he said, looking at each of them.

He heard someone talking behind him. He turned around to see Dionysia, making sneer comments about the new Mudokons. "Talking about fools being delivered..." he told Dionysia coldly. "Did you do anything for the factory since you arrived? Or the aggravation directed against everyone occupies you too much?"

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Arnie was waiting for Slap to response when he heard a cough from Otto. He turned to him, with a questioning look. Otto inclined his head at Anni, who was standing nearby. "The water system is off." he reminded Arnie of what Anni just said.

"Oh, that. Don't worry, it will be fixed soon, I'm sure." said Arnie, but he wasn't really convinced about that.

Slap had considered the whole Molt in charge of detention center idea, but I was rather interested with it. Molt would be happy, but it seemed like he would cause a little more pain than needed. He typed to Arnie, "Well, Molt could be hired for detention center security, but he is too prone to causing other pain. He would do more than just harm, he would torcure. He would try to shoot at the Sligs and Mudokons there, but only to purposily miss. He would also make them suffer through beating and slashes from his hands. Molt probably would be too encouraged to harm. Besides, he would be causing myself to do extra work to help the sick in those cells. And Molt would just love see me in pain.

Now about Edward. Edward seems to be the kind of guy that would rather have his pawn alive, but yet make him do actions disliked by you. He might send Sligs to cause him to break Magog Cartel rules, and cause you to be expelled from the Magog Cartel for not controlling him. But Edward couldn't send Sligs here by foot, since I doubt they could survive. Also, the only spies that could be here would have to be the ones that come here today. Edward probably wants Sligs, maybe even Mudokons, to force him to break the rules. So that means, the only trouble we have is that Molt is highily influenced by others and that he is known to be here. However, we need him to be somewhere where no one could find him. Tell me, how many Sligs go out into the Stockyards? Unless someone questions his where abouts, we have nothing to worry about, since no one knows where he could be. In fact, we could just have a message board around the factory saying that no one is to say where Molt is.

Is this OK?"
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Jacob smiled to see that it would only take a few minutes to get back to work. At last, he can do some nice work, with some nice people.

Jacob was still was little confused, but he grew a little anger. He never believed that there was such a Mudokon who would insult a brother. He said in his confused voice, "Well, why aren't you working?"

Joel raised his hand and asked, "Um, other brother? Can I say this? When does a Slig come around to turn on the Boiler? Or can I do it?"

OOC: Oops, sorry. Just...skip it then, or something.

IC: "Hm, are you sure I'm too big? I've hid around here long enough. I can curl up fairly tightly to fit in small spaces, you know. And it's not like I'm a Scrab or something, is it? This really means alot too me, anyway. There's no point in me even bothering, I'm just so bored with my life right now, if you know what I mean. And I want to find this out. And I'm not stupid enough to try to get Sligs to shoot me or something, like your friends over there..."