[TheRaisin]

Umm, you can respond any day now. I'm back. I have been for like, the last week.


Less than fourty-eight hours after The Almighty Raisin's reinforcements arrived, the army left. Their HQ village was nearly deserted: every single Mudokon and elum in the resistance was now making their way up the mountain, leaving only a few families of neutral Muds and a few meetles that would have been to big and slow for the trip. Since the army was over five-hundred strong, it would have been impossible to cross the wasteland with the few small groves it had, but fortunately, a bit of observation had yielded a predictable and rigid patrol schedule, and it was easy to slip through in the gap between shifts. The Mudokons were strong, being used to a life of hard work, and had made it many miles into the mountain forest by nightfall, when Abe, who had pretty much assumed command from Dwight, called a rest. He sent a two mounted soldiers forward as scouts, then set about the process of making camp.
A few hours later, when everyone had eaten and were conversing quietly, the scouts returned.
"There's a tiny Vykker science station a few miles away. No resistance, just some old bodies and rotting supplies. Looks like those three passed through here on the way up." He inclined his head at Down and her brothers, lazing on a rock a few yards away.
"Oh, and we found these."
He presented to Abe a sack filled with Snuzis, shocksticks, and syringe-like ammo.
"Good work!" Abe said, grinning. Adjourning to a tiny tent, he said: "Grab some food, then spread the lights-out order."

The next morning they continued, passing the small outpost since Abe knew there was nothing of value in it. The day passed uneventfully until evening, when the scouts came across a slightly bigger outpost, this one still inhabited. The Mudarcher Abe had spoken to the other day, "Squad M1 Leader", as he was known, raised his weapon and tensed himself, but Abe told him to stand down.
"I have a weapon too, remember?" He chanted briefly, forming a purplish ball of light, then guided it through an open window in the small building. A prolonged burst of shooting followed, as well as some surprised gasps and drawn out, melodramatic death cries. Finally, a few pieces of Intern body flew out the window, and Abe returned to his body.
"They were eating," he explained. "Unarmed."
"Shall we requesition some ammunitions?" asked the highly militant Mudarcher.
"Nah, just look around," Abe replied.
Every soldier was armed with a Glukkon or Vykker weapon, as much ammo for said weapon that they could carry, a sword or close combat weapon, a sling or bow, and a full slingstone pouch or quiver.
"I guess it would be a little redundant," the soldier replied.
And they set off again, over five-hundred Mudokon soldiers, each armed to the teeth and pissed at the Magog Cartel. Alone, they would have made hell for the Glukkons and Vykkers. Together, they were going to make them wish they had never been born.


Okay, like I said, just waitin'.... for a response.... which I'm not getting.... any day now.... take your time.