[Jacob]

*Setting: Bullets richoched off the large skip in which Calen hid behind, quivering with fear. The alleyway was narrow with little light and was thus hard to navigate, not only that but the countless bodies of the sleeping homeless also hindered her escape.*

Slig: "Come from behind the container. We have you surrounded and you will NOT escape."

The Slig spoke in a small megaphone as it said this, hoping that the information it put across would be enough for the child to give up. Looking around her and realising that she was in immense danger, Calen pleaded quietly for her anonymous friend to help her. Or for her parents to make a miraculous appearance and rescue her from this whole diabolical affair.

Voice: "Kahn...go...now!! Run!!"

Finally she heared the voice she had pleaded to hear and quickly took off, running towards an old derelict three storey house and not turning back. Her small legs sploshed in muddy puddles and leapt over the stirring bodies of the hobo's that were littering the alleyway. Irrate shouts and screams from the Cartel employee's could be heard as their mechanical pants began to whir, indicating they were chasing her. Nearing the boarded up windows she slowly came to a halt, realising that there was no way she could gain access to the old building. Turning around to face her persuers she watched as they neared, their red visors glowing eagerly and sadistic chuckles escaping from their vocal cords as they replaced their guns and brought out their batons and Cattleprods. As four Sligs neared her, the fifth radioed for a Detainment craft to come to their current location and pick up the to-be-severly wounded Mudokon child...

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*Setting: The dark room seemed like a torture chamber, with the leather, reclineable chair centered in the middle with three bright lights shining upon it from above. Seated on the chair was the severly beaten and bruised Armen Eal, his eyes sore and his brow dripping with sweat, he was a shadow of his former self. Standing infront of the chair and looking down at him was the Glukkon from before, a cigar in his mouth and an expression of pure amusement.*

Glukkon: "Ya did well. I'll give ya that. 31 years...then ya come back. Why?"

Looking up Mr Eal stared at the Glukkon who had changed drasticly since he last saw him a good three decades ago. He then tried to move, only stopping when he realised his wrists and ankles were bound to the chair.

Mr Eal: "F*ck you...where's my wife and daughter?"

The Glukkon growled lowly and shook his head slowly, not wanting to answer him due to the emotional strain it would put him under if he didn't know.

Glukkon: "Ya still 'aven't changed, 'ave ya?"

After saying this he then nodded into the shadows behind the chair, causing Mr Eal to tilt his head back, wondering who the Glukkon was nodding to. A couple of seconds later he felt the soft hands of another creature rub the top of his head, the soft caress soon changed however as a sharp jolting pain took ahold of his brain and seemingly dragged out his memories. For the creature who the Glukkon had nodded to was another Mudokon, a female with a pale blue complexion. Her plume was a blood-red colour and her eyes a pure green. Tattoo's spiralled up and around her arm and silver charms hung from her wrists. She was a Telepath. But one who's talents were somewhat corrupted...

Telepath: "His daughter has Cancer. He wanted an Industrial cure since the Shaman he went to wouldn't help..."

The Glukkon looked down at Mr Eal again and raised an eyebrow in puzzlement.

Glukkon: "What Shaman is this, Armen? Where is 'e? Tell me an' i'll let you outta 'ere..."

The Mudokon closed his eyes and turned his head to the right, not wanting to acknowledge the deal the Glukkon was putting across. Once again, for his rejection, he felt the sharp pain of his memories being violated.

Telepath: "A village. Deep in the wild. He resides across from the riverbank..."

Glukkon: "A village? Heh...Heheh."

The Telepath nodded.

Telepath: "Yes. Mudokon escapee's and wild one's live there...in harmony."

Struggling in vain Mr Eal cried out, knowing that once the Glukkon had found this out he would send out a retrieval party to the village and enslave his friends, but it was too late, as he wiggled around in his chair he watched the Glukkons face disappear into the shadows as he, presumably, headed to the Conferrence room...

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*Setting: A shooting pain shot into Calen's stomach as the Sligs Cattleprod came into contact with her torso. Doubling over the child squealed in pain, her eyes welling up with tears immediatly. As the child grumbled and moaned wearily another Slig stepped to the side of her and kicked her down onto the dirty, rubbish filled ground and snarled at her. It then began to pat its baton on the side of its right mechanical leg as it slowly stepped forwards.*

Slig: "Lets get you accustomed to the routine you'll be facing soon...heh."

Bringing the baton up the Slig leered menacingly at the stricken down child, only to stop when it noticed two large red eyes staring at it from the shadows. The eyes were like hot coals and didn't seem to have a body of their own, but were like part of the shadows.

Slig: "Git outta here, now!!"

The Slig barked this order, unknowing to what it was actually speaking to. As soon as it had finished this command the beings red eyes disappeared and the shadows seemed to shift. Closing in on him, within seconds the creature had been lifted 6ft off the ground by, what seemed to be, a cloud of darkness, a low rumbling was then emitted from the black smog as the beings body was flung back and into a wall were it then dropped to the ground bruised and unconcious. Within a matter of seconds the Slig who had stunned Calen with its Cattleprod was then raised off the ground and flung into one of the boarded up windows, going through it with severe ease and opening a route for Calen to get through. Stepping backwards the other three Sligs reached for their guns, unwilling to get too close to the being incase they ended up like their counterparts.

Voice: "Kahn, go through the window...quickly!!"

Slowly Calen stood and looked towards the window which was too high off the ground for her to reach, a small sniffle escaped her crinkled up face as she winced in pain and shook her head.

Calen: "I-I can't..."

Turning to each other the three Sligs then realised that the child was talking to the hostile, this was then they decided to shoot Calen. Pointing their guns at the, already distressed, Mudokon they unleashed a hail of bullets upon her. In a matter of seconds, however, the black cloud had seemingly reached down and flung Calen through the opening of the boarded up window, throwing her to safety nanoseconds before the bullets made contact with her. The bullets hit the brick work, fortunatly not penetrating. But for Calen it was far from over, for as she, once again, climbed to her feet, she was greeted by the eerily bright visor of the Slig who had been used as a stone to break the boards covering the windows. And in his right hand was the Cattleprod, shining a white-blue as he kept his finger on the trigger and thus charged up the power that the weapon had. Stepping backwards Calen whimpered, knowing that her protector was on the outside sorting the others out whilst she was inside with a rather pissed off Slig. Raising its armed hand the Slig snarled, bringing the Cattleprod above its head so it could swing it down and strike the child hard enough to render her unconcious. But yet again he was foiled, as he brought the weapon down to strike, something grabbed the middle and tugged it away from him. Turning in dismay and frustration the creature was met with the smirking face of another anti-Cartel creature. Twirling the charged Cattleprod in its right hand and staring down at the Slig, who was now backing away to the otherside of the old building, the creature seemed to create abit of light in the, otherwise pitchblack, room. It then stopped twirling the weapon and quickly brought it down upon the leftside of the Sligs goggles, causing the mass of electricity that the prod had stored to be released into the goggles and leftside of the creatures face. The being called out, screaming in agony as it felt its face burn slightly and its goggles spark furiously. As the Slig staggered backwards somewhat blinded by the pain, it was quickly put unconcious as the creature wielding the weapon brought the prod up quickly and uppercutted it below the chin, causing more volts to escape into the Sligs head and thus render it unconcious and barely alive. After the creature was dispatched did it then drop the weapon and turn its attentions to the fearful Calen. Stepping forwards the creature eyed up the child puzzlingly before speaking.

Being: "Calen, where are your parents?"

It was only then Calen recognised the creature as Prince. The Katterwol.

(OOC: Sorry for the crappyness.)