Chapter 2
A few hours later, the entire slig force was one enormous long line, stretching from one side of the horizon to the other, the tanks were all in the middle with infantry support on the flanks and behind them, they were moving at a slow pace, almost a leisurely pace. They all knew their prey weren’t going anywhere, so they could take the time, and they did. In one of the tanks, Ammokeeper71 had just jumped up onto the top of it’s uneven spherical surface, and began to push a great heavy missile into the main barrel, it was then that a flier came down holding his gun shamefully.
“Oi, gimme some ammo for me gun now.” Said the hovering flier,
“What the hell? Where’d all yur other ammo go? Everyone has a full gun” answered Ammokeeper71
“Just gimme the damn ammo, bitch, I don’t have time for this shit.”
“Tell me what the hell you did with the other ammo first.”
“I had an accident, does it matter?!”
“You had an accident? And you expect me to give you more ammo!?” His voice had become raspy with disbelief
“It aint my fault it fell outta my gun… who designed these things anyway.”
The slig who were atop the other tanks, loading them, had all looked around to see what was happening. They watched with glee.
“You aint getting any ammo from me, so get the **** outta my face.” Said the ammo keeper
“What the ****s wrong wit you bitch? Just gimme the goddamned ammo.”
“That’s it, you ****ing annoyance, I’ll see you in hell” he said as he shot the slig once in the chest, then once in the fuel tank. Ammokeeper71 was quickly back inside the main bulk of the tank before the small fuel tank exploded in a flurry of metal, blood and green flesh.
“What the **** happened out there?” said TankDriver34 who had been watching all the time through his tv screen.
“Nothing, where the hell’d my scrab cake go?” replied Ammokeeper71
“Nowhere, it’s on the table” said the driver, and then he laughed to himself. He had enjoyed that small piece of entertainment.
Back outside, the rest of the ammo keepers had finished loading their main barrel, and were also entering through the top most door of the tank, back to their food, games or drink.
*
The first night of the crusade came somewhat quickly; it had seemed to the army. Before they knew it, they were almost drowned in the darkness. The seven visible moons gave only a little light, that of the mudokons, that of the gabbits, a couple with other strange predominating symbols on, and the usual two normal one’s which were nearly always showing in the sky, a small and a big one, it was almost as if the smaller moon was orbiting the larger moon which was orbiting the great planet.
Though sligs had amazing night-time vision, which was only enhanced by their goggles that they constantly wore in the armed services, they still had to follow regulation orders, and that was to put on the medium sized flash-lights that were the eyes of every glukkons on the front of every tank, and then the ground before them was washed in whiteness, in was in this white light, impaired slightly by the goggles, that the farthest right flank of infantry caught a flash of shadow in the seemingly dead forest. The one who spotted it first quickly gave a shout, but he knew he wouldn’t be quick enough in gathering the entire army’s attention.
“Quick, everyone, I saw something in the forest!” yelped 54762.
“Shaddap” replied 8767, “No one aint gunna hear your whiny little voice”, and just as he said this, he heard the ancient war cry of the mudokons as about fifty mudokons leapt out of the forest, each on an elum, each armed with a deadly spear, and heading directly for 54762, 8767 and the other nearby sligs.
Gun fire was immediate.
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