[Jacob]

*Setting: Reporters from all over Mudos were rushing through the countryside. Their hover vans/cars/bikes belching out thick smog behind them. The passengers were leaning out of the windows, their video-camera's strapped to their hands as they filmed the Airship, seemingly, excreting hundreds of tiny, saucer, shaped capsules. The Airship was slowly sauntering to land after its oversea's trip. It had around 190 miles to go before it got dangerously close to industrialised buildings and the ship seemed to be picking up speed.*

Slig reporter: "Hey, can ya go any faster!?!"

He sat back in the van and turned to the Mudokon who was driving, nudging his arm. The Mudokon was wearing a white shirt and black pants. He mumbled something and then began to accelarate. The Slig seemed to smile and then look at the ship, lighting up a cigarette as he stared at the story that would promote him, for sure.

***

Vykker: "OVER THERE!! HURRY UP...I WANNA GET OUT OF THIS PLACE!! NOW!!"

The Vykker pointed in the direction of a mass of small, metal compartments with his second arm. He was holding Sasha up as she was still abit woozy.

K-Jal: "Right, go to the escape pods and wait for me...I'll be there in a minute."

He jogged upto the compartments, his claws making a clicking sound as he did so. The Vykker then turned around and headed out into the corridor, moving quickly down it.

Vykker: "So, how long have you known...him?"

Sasha mumbled something and looked up. She was beginning to take some weight herself and thus allow the Vykker to move even quicker.

Sasha: "Not...long. A couple of months, maybe?"

The Scientist nodded and turned left, staring uneasily at the entrails that were strewn around.

Vykker: "He's...He's dangerous."

It stopped and turned to Sasha, looking at the being un-easily as it was unsure if it could trust her. She nodded and leant against the steal wall.

Sasha: "I know...I've seen him...kill."

The creature shook its head violently and grabbed her wrist with its fourth claw. It then dragged her down a maze of corridors, finally entering a large room which had a large, silver-dome in the middle. The entire room was filled with computers, all bleeping randomly.

Vykker: "He'll kill us...i know it!!"

Sasha: "No, no...he wont. He might kill you, but not me...we're...we're friends."

Grabbing a black wheelie chair the Vykker pushed it next to Sasha, allowing her to be seated. It then wandered upto one of the computers and began to type wildly. The large dome in the middle began to project a triangular like image, with the tip of the triangle facing the ground. The screen was white at first, but then the Vykker inserted some sort of disk and it began to show images.

Vykker: "This...This is one of that things memories...!!"

Image:
Leaves and other shrubs rushed by, the breathing of the creature was heavy. The view was of the creatures perspective, K-Jals. The view moved to a thick, brown tree and K-Jal began to climb it. A mass of webbing was situated at the top and in it the rotting corpses of Mudokon tribes people. K-Jal clambered upon a branch and flung a round sack of web onto it, which he must've been carrying. He then sliced it open and delved his right claw deep inside, only to bring it out holding a child. A Mudokon child, no older than 8. Its skin was a pale green and its body marked with tribal markings. It tried to scream but K-Jal placed his left claw over its mouth as his right clung to the back of its neck. Low clicking (like the sound a Predator makes on the Predator films) seemed to ripple throughout the room. His left claw squirted webbing on the boys mouth and then ran down his body gently, stopping when he got to the neck. He was wearing a necklace. A single vine was tying a small, purple jewel to the boys neck and K-Jal had seemingly took a likeing to it. Tugging it off he made the child wince in pain.

K-Jal: "Thankyou..."

He cooed this, his voice sinister and deathly. The childs eyes widened and K-Jal continued to run his claw down the childs body. It stopped at the top of its loin cloth, but then breached the childs covered area from the bottom. During this the childs eyes flooded with tears, the small droplets of water running down its cheeks and over the webbing that was attached to its mouth...

Sasha: "Turn it off..."

She was more alert now and deeply sickened. Her stomach had turned over countless times as she watched the vile 'show'. The Vykker pressed random buttons, turning the images to nothing but whiteness once again.

Sasha: "You doctured that..."

Stepping closer to Sasha the Vykker shook its head gently.

Vykker: "No, its in our best interests that we get out of here...Now...I need your help if we're going to stop him, from following us at least..."

Sasha stood, her fists clenching.

Sasha: "Get away from me..."

She turned and headed towards the door, her body shaking. The Vykker followed her, grabbing her shoulder it span her around. She punched it.

Sasha: "I said, get...away...from me."

Her teeth were gritted and her eyes full of hate. She knew K-Jal quite well and although he did seem a little sadistic, he was not a child molester. The Vykker rubbed its face and growled.

Vykker: "He'll kill you!! You wait...he'll turn on YOU!!"

Sasha exited the room, not once turning back...

***

*Setting: Reporters were covering the countryside now. The green grass could not be seen for the thick horde of paparazzi. Their camera's flashing and their reporters talking randomly. They were all situated on the bit of land that the Airship was heading towards, which was abit dangerous but allowed them to talk into the camera as the camera not only picked up them, but the Airship behind.*

Mudokon reporter: "Hi Cael. Hi Julez."

He was stood infront of a video camera which was being held up by an Intern. His coat was a long beige one and he had his left hand over his left ear as he listened to the questions asked by the reporters over in the studio. His right hand was grasping a small microphone. It was live Tv.

Mudokon reporter: "No. We dont know exactly when this began to occur but random sources say that the evacuation process was well within way at around 19:29 hours...."

There was silence from the reporter for a brief moment as the studio asked another question.

Mudokon reporter: "No, not as of yet. We're pressuming that there has been some kind of outbreak, however, that cannot be confirmed at this moment in time..."

***

*Setting: A lone Intern is running through the boiler room, his head dodging low hanging pipes. His long fingers hit against the hot boilers. The boilers themselves are about as big as a Mini and red hot, at least 8 of them filled the small-ish room. Small devices surround them, giving off random infomation. Gas and water pipes rust above, clanking every so often. The Intern comes to a dead end, a wall of pipes blocks his escape route and he turns around, he would push his back up against them, however, they are hot and full of steam. His eyes widen, the beast closes in. Drool hanging from its jaws. It was tortured and tormented by the Vykkers but now the Jockle will have revenge. Even if its on creatures that didn't do anything to him. It spat, the acid burning into the Interns flesh with ease, the Intern staggers backwards into the pipe, its back burns, leaving pipe marks scolded in its skin. Another spray of acid forces the face of the creature to bubble viciously, like a pot of boiling water. But the acid hits the steam pipes, burning through it and causing an outpour of scolding gas. The Intern screams in its muffled way and turns around, trying to stop the steam from burning its head. It places its long hands infront of its face and staggers backwards. The Jockle beats him down and begins to feast, letting the steam run off its cold-armoured skin.
Meanwhile the gauges to the boilers begin to flicker dangerously, the black arrow slowly heading towards the red marking...*

***

Mudokon reporter: "Well, we estimate that the Vykkers and Glukkons alike would lose around $9.9,000,000,000,000!! Which, when converted, is..."

*Explosion*
The Mudokon turned around sharply, a small portion of the bottom half of the Airship had just exploded, flames were belching out of the hole that had been created and debris was floating down in a coat of flames.

***

Sasha: "What the f...!!"

The entire place rumbled and shook, she had left the Vykker alone in the room and she was now wandering around by herself. She staggered into a wall and leant against it, getting her bearings.

Sasha: "K-JAAAAL!! K-JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!"

She screamed his name, turning around, searching for any signs of him.

K-Jal: "Where's the Vyk??"

His voice came from above her and turning her head upwards she see's him clung to the wall. He must've followed her scent or heat-trails. She doesn't bother to ask, its unimportant.

Sasha: "I left him ba..."

Something purple was hanging from K-Jals neck. She inhaled deeply, her eyes squinting. K-Jal leapt down to the floor and looked at her, puzzled.

K-Jal: "What is it??"

She pointed to his necklace.

Sasha: "W-Where did you get that from...?"

The Crozoá seemed to smile and held it up so that she could see better.

K-Jal: "Nice isn't it. A friend gave it to me...heh."

And then it hit her, the Vykker was telling the truth. Now she had to escape K-Jals friendship aswell as the Airship.

(OOC: Too long, im tired, blah!!)