[Native Poser]

Jet: *fearfully looks up at Chris, brushing the ashes from her head & sneezing* .... *shivers as the big bro walks away*
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Nick: Yes sir! *obediently nods his head to Chris's orders, forgeting Merit's* Alright guys! Get up! *gets the infantry organized to follow shortly after Chris's group* You three *becons three armored poppers over to him* you guys see to it our little rat here doesn't get loose!
The sligs: yes sir. *all three form a circle around Jet*
Nick: *turns his attention back towards the infantry he's commanding* Alright! Lets move!
*Infantry follows just a little ways behind Chris & his sligs (about 2 or 3 minutes between Chris's group & the infantry)*
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Jeteal: *watches the three sligs aproach her*
slig1: Ok kid, you keep quiet--or else (kocks his gun) understand?
Slig2&3: *laugh*
Jeteal: *nods quietly*
Slig1: good.
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Merit wakes up, he's hanging upside-down from a tree. His gun is lain nearby on the ground. Three mudokons are watching him from below. He acts quickly, taking out his pocket knife & slicing the rope tied around his feet. He falls to the ground with a crash, but gets up in a slit second.
Merit: (idiots) *Grabs his gun & sees his slog, still strugling inside the net*
The mudokons try to stop Merit, but he puts a bullet hole in the shoulder of the nearest native. They back away--giving Merit enough time to run over to Jaws & cut him loose.
Merit: *unties Jaws' mouth* Get em'! *laughs as his slog runs savagely after the three muds--who had started to run as soon as Jaws had been cut loose* Here boy! Lets get outtah here! *starts to run back towards the camp, Jaws close behind*
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Sligs guarding Jet: *see Merit running towards them*
Slig2: Heheh, Nick's in for it now--The boss is back.
Merit: *stops in front of them* Where is everyone!? (or even more important--Where's Nick..gonna wring his scrawny little neck when I get my hands on him..)
Slig3: A groups of big bro's came through here & told Nick to follow in after them to wipe out the rest of the village...
Merit: Sigh...*mutters* at least Nick did one thing right *gives Jet a nasty look* ..alright, you three stay here & make sure this scrub doesn't go anywhere--ya hear me!?
Sligs: yes sir
Merit: Good. I'm off to see to it that Nick doesn't get half of my infantry killed! *runs off towards where Nick had lead his troops*