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My Pc's been playin up a lot so its taken me a while to get here! but pacience pays off! Welcome to a new chapter! I would like to call this chapter, chapter 5, and its dedicated to our wonderful fan corner fan fiction moderator, Al the Vykker.
Well, are you ready to discover what happens next, and delve in to the less-ancient-than-you-may-think past of Oddworld? Well then, here we go,

Macadil, vykker president, looked down at the tiny creature below his throne. It was pitiful! It didn’t even have legs! Something had gone seriously wrong with the evolution of this species! But its arms looked quite strong. He looked at it more closely. It appeared to be barely conscious and one arm was broken!
“Akko,” he snapped, “what happened to it?”
“I think it must have broken its arm as it fell through the forest. It was caught in one of Landre’s traps. It was dangling by its broken arm. I think the pain almost killed it!”
“Narak, get some R. A. P. U. medicine for it. I want to talk to it, find out what its people are like before I dissect it.”

Mica had been faintly aware of the vykker in front of him talking to Akko. Then he felt one walk past him. The vykkers talked as bit more and then he felt some liquid being poured in to his mouth. It tasted cool and refreshing in his mouth. He swallowed it eagerly. Then he felt a weird feeling in his stomach. Like a volcano going off in his gut! He tried to cry out but his throat filled with hot liquid! It started to solidify in his throat! If his vocal chords hadn’t been stuck he would have been screaming! He couldn’t breath! It was horrible! Suddenly, the stuff in his throat seemed to shatter and pour down into his stomach. He felt like his insides where on fire! Then suddenly, the pain was gone, and he felt more alert and wide awake than he ever had in his life! He gasped and looked up. He could easily make out the vykker, dangled with necklaces and bracelets, with a golden glove on each hand! It stared down at him then announcing sourly,
“I am president Micadil, ruler of the continent, Vykkos. You have been caught trespassing at the edge of the Scikelian forest. May I please have your name, species, and the name of the continent you are from.”
Mica was amazed. How could anyone say so much in so short a time and keep their voice so strict and formal! He stuttered, “Urrrhh!”
“Is that your name? Ok, Urrrhh, could you please answer the other questions?” A quiet and rather forced chuckle edged its way around the room uncomfortably.
“My name is Mica, I’m a slig, and I come from a continent called Sligos.” Answered Mica, dryly. “And if you are gonna dissect me, could ya hurry up and get it over with cause my life’s been bad enough as it is!”
An uncomfortable and surprised murmur ran round the room. “Sorry, but there are things we must talk about before we get down to business. Like why you where trespassing in the Scikelian forest. I trust this Sligos is on the other side?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why did you trespass through? None other of your species has ever felt the urge to before.”
“Because I was pushed.”
An even more uncomfortable and surprised, and much louder murmur wandered round the line of vykkers round the edge of the room. “What! By whom, may I ask?”
“My brothers.”
Every vykker in the room gasped and several fainted, one looked like he was having an asthma attack! “YOUR BROTHERS!” Roared Micadil! “ASSAULT ON A FAMILY MEMBER IS A LEVEL 8 OFFENCE! Unless, have you in any way, upset or shamed your brothers?”
“Not unless you count being the runt of the nest shameful.” Replied Mica dryly.
This wasn’t a term used by vykkers but they got the gist of it. “THAT’S IT THEN! WE SHALL ARRANGE A FITTING PUNISHMENT! First things first, Have Landre punished fittingly for his attack. Setting traps for people like this slig.” Akko’s face dropped and he started edging towards the door! ”Punish whoever it was who chose to give him the XXXXXXXX R. A. P. U. potion on him.” Akko started moving more quickly towards the door. “Oh, and, have Akko demoted for poorly treating this creature. You are now a simple lab assistant in the bionac plains.” (a lab assistant is basically what an intern is today!)
“Mazazazaza, I remember an old project you did for legs for injured vykkers. Well, try and build a pair suitable for a slig. And Langua, build him a suitable weapon. A gun if you can manage one. And a buzz saw. It’ll be hard work getting through those trees.”
Mica realised that his life was about to get better!

What is the punishment for assault on a brother? What sort of punishments will Micadil come up with? What does R. A. P. U. stand for? Who came up with the name, Mazazazaza? Find out the answer to some of these questions when we meet up with Mica again, in chapter 6!