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Chapter 3: Who you are
-Slig Barracks, Specialised medical centre-
-2 days later-
For the third time that day, Eba awoke, head still spinning. He was in a pristine white room, with all manner of surgical instruments and computer outlets around him. Several Vykkers where milling around. One Eba recognized as Dr Mort. “Ah Eba, you’re awake. The crowd go to your head? Sorry to throw you in at the deep end without explaining, but there’s time for that now. “I…I’m a S-super Soldier?” groaned Eba “what’s that?” The Vykker smiled. “All that shall be explained. Come with me, if you will?” Eba jerked slightly. “I don’t think I can get up right now…” Dr Mort waved a hand to another Vykker and said “No matter, we can wheel you in.” Eba nodded, and Dr Mort laughed “What’s so funny?” asked Eba “I once had the pleasure of meeting your…mother. And I am glad to say you are nothing like her at all. Not a screech in earshot.” He chuckled at his own joke and scuttled into a room to the left, Eba was wheeled in afterwards. The room was circular, domed, with a floor that gradually sloped downwards towards the middle, with steps like a coliseum and in the centre was a device with a lens pointing upwards. Pristine white, like the other. “Dr Luse, the projector.” The other Vykker nodded and left the room. “Watch, and learn my student. Watch and learn.” A beam of light shot from the lens, and created a crackling sphere above it in which a holographic image of a set of ancient ruins appeared. “This” said Dr Mort “Is a ruin found on the outskirts of the stockyards of the recently destroyed rupture farms.” “Recently destroyed!?” cried Eba “Yes, yes, yes, I’ll get to that later. Anyway, many years ago in these ruins we found a wall painting” the image changed to show this wall painting “one of many I presume, that predicted the birth of a Mudokon messiah that would free all his kind and destroy industrialism. It was predicted this birth would occur in several years time.” The image changed to a Slig egg. “We set out straight away to counter this with our own “messiah”. We took the Slig gene-strand and manipulated it, erasing all weakness, and improving all attributes. We came up with you.” A syringe moved towards the egg and injected it with a purple liquid; the egg mutated and grew tendrils. “This changed your egg as well. Your egg managed to kill quite a few Mudokons before it could be transported, built in defence system you see.” The egg grabbed a Mudokons leg and batted it on the ground. Eba flinched at the hologram. It then changed to Eba himself. “Your particular specialities are; increased strength, speed and reaction time. You eye sight has been enhanced” a white line pointed towards Eba’s eye “…turning it yellow. Your skin toughness has been increased” a line pointed at Eba’s skin “…turning it Green, you’ve been given special fireable poison needles” a white line now highlighted 6 purple spikes (3 on each side) of Eba’s neck. “These needles poison will cause seizure and death within 5 minutes to even the toughest Scrab.” Eba slowly moved his hands towards his neck and sure enough there they were. He’d never even noticed them! “And its seems that your training has started just in time, with the recent attack of Abe.” Eba was still taking in all of this “Like I said earlier, Rupture Farms has recently been destroyed. A Mudokon terrorist known as Abe was behind it, he even managed to free the 99 slaves based at Rupture farms. He, we believe, is the Mudokon ‘messiah’. He will strike again; there is no doubt about that, but by that time you should be ready, any questions, Eba?” Dr Mort asked “What about equipment? I need mech pants and…” Dr Mort raised a hand to silence him “Tomorrow Eba, tomorrow.” Eba had another question though “Doctor…” he said, trying not to sound rude “Shouldn’t I be taught by…a Slig?” not that he didn’t want to be taught by the Vykker of course. The doctor laughed, he seemed to find lots of things funny “You will be taught by Sligs, but only in Slig matters, matters of death. I will teach you…intellectual things. An assassin needs more than aggression, after all.” Eba nodded sheepishly “I think you won’t need much rest, so explore if you want. See you in the morning” Eba nodded again, and Dr Mort scuttled out, leaving Eba alone in the projection room, the crackling image of himself fading behind him.

Chapter 4: Kitting up
-Slig Barracks, Specialised training centre-
-The next morning-
After Dr Mort had come to collect Eba, a short ride in a unique heavily armoured Ball Car took them to another section of the Barracks. After an entire evening and night of aimlessly wandering a lab, most of which was off limits, Eba had become extremely bored. “Today” said Dr Mort “We will be meeting with your general, and viewing your prototype equipment.” Eba stared about blankly and replied only with “mmm” not that he wasn’t very interested in getting his new weapon’s, he just wasn’t bothered to use enough effort to give a good reply. The Dr began to smile “Oh yes, and someone else will be there” Eba glanced up briefly then went back to staring at a stain on the floor “…well, don’t you want to know who it is?” Eba did nothing “I’ll take that as a yes, Dripik is coming” Eba’s sense of excitement returned when he heard he was meeting THE general Dripik himself and he started to fidget uncontrollably. He crawled across the floor, backwards and forwards “I thought you’d like that” Dr Mort grinned. The ball car travelled for a few more minutes and hissed and creaked to a stop. The metal shutters opened and Eba and Dr Mort got out onto a long metal walkway. Eba looked over the edge and gasped. Underneath them was a humongous drop, and at the bottom of this vast metallic room was thousands upon thousands of ranked up Sligs, and slightly above hovered huge formations of Flying Sligs. Eba stared stunned at all the Sligs, Slig Barrack Banners held high, marching towards large hanger doors. “What are they doing” Eba gawped. “They are readying for battle.” replied Dr Mort “In several months a huge assault will be led against the Wilderness Regions, and Mudokon Settlements.” He continued to scuttle on. “They are leading the cleansing campaign, to rid the planet of the Natives” Eba got the feeling that Dr Mort was not to happy about this. Eba had learnt from Dr Mort that Sligs were always inclined to follow those with better machinery and weapons, and therefore setting up a chain of command and an army would not work “How will this army be controlled?” he asked. Dr Mort gave a sly grin “By one with better equipment then all of them, one who is a symbol and who all others will obey.” Eba got that sinking feeling again “By you, my boy, by you” They exited this huge hanger through a small, but heavily armoured, door which lead into a kind of control room. Sligs operated computers and picture phones all around the room, taking readings, making notes, and drinking from a Vendo in the corner. In the centre of this room stood Dripik. When he turned and saw Eba he let out a cry of fake surprise and shuffled over. “Hey there ma boy!” he boomed in Eba’s face “Come to check out ya new boomstick!? I aint got much time so no time for introductions!” he let out another booming laugh and shuffled over to a large glass panel. Through the glass was a pristine white room, like Dr Mort’s labs. “I wanna see these new gizmos of yours Mort!” Dr Mort vaguely waved his hand and said dryly “Greetings to you to. In a few moments my creations will be unveiled” and then he muttered something that Eba thought sounded like “for better or for worse…” A door opened in the white room, which Eba had not known was there, because it was as white as the walls, with no visible joins, and a Slig walked in wearing a remarkable pair of mechanical legs. “As you can see, it is equipped with several chant suppression orbs, and rotating joints for maximal flexibility. The legs are also equipped with specialised pumps for high, long, and quiet jumps. The thigh areas have special Blades for self defence.” The Slig inside the room demonstrated the jumps, kicks, and wall runs possible to achieve. “Eventually you should be able to fire the chant suppressors at will, with kicks.” They knee joints were very strange. Instead of it all being connected, there was the thighs, then a space, then the shins, then a space, then the feet. In the spaces were hovering rotating metal orbs, with visible electricity around them. “Wow! That’s some pair of pants!” yelled Dripik “Quite” replied Dr Mort. Eba could easily tell that Dr Mort did not like Dripik. “Now the modes...” the Vykker continued “First we have the ‘sleeper mode’” the legs retracted leaving just the top sphere, which fell to the ground, Slig and all. Dripik let out another booming laugh. “Then of course in the ‘regular mode’” the legs slid back out and the Slig was standing once more. “Followed by ‘flight mode’” The legs retracted once more, but the Slig did not fall to the ground, instead he hung in the air. Eba soon saw what had prevented his fall. Gliding wings protruded from both sides of the sphere, handles from above them, and a propeller system from the back. The Slig flew around a few times, twirling and looping, and then hovered low to the ground awaiting the next change. “The next is Big Bro mode, it’s heavily armoured, but slow” The wings retracted, the propeller closed up, and four large heavy legs sprang out, looking very spider like. It was, of course, not a regular big-bro leg system, but instead had the same sleek whitish metal, red chant orbs, and electric joints. “Now we come to the two slightly less…desirable modes.” Dr Mort looked around a bit shiftily. “Using your new elbow pad, this is also equipped with a chant suppressing orb, metal blades for hand to hand combat, and regular steroid injectors so we don’t have to knock you out for injections, we can see your medical condition. Although I deem it a rather grizzly function, it is also a necessary one.” The Slig inside the room didn’t seem to know the next mode, it seemed he had not been informed either. Not that he could hear or see through the one way explosion proof glass, only sense something was wrong. “When your medical level drops below what we would consider reversible…” the legs instantly retracted, and in their place thousands of sharp, thin foot long spikes quickly slid out, so the entire sphere had spikes protruding from it. The Slig was impaled on his own pants, and writhed with pain, and although Eba could not hear him, he knew he was screaming as well. Eba winced, as did Dr Mort, while Dripik bent over in laughter. “What dya…dya…call…” he repeatedly had to stop and gasp for breath, seeing as he was laughing so much “Whaddya call…this…mode?” Dr Mort, looking disgusted, said coldly “Last Resort mode…followed by…” There was an earth shattering boom and everything shook as fire engulfed the already dead demonstrating Slig with shrapnel flying everywhere. The glass wasn’t strong enough to stop this explosion, or its earth shattering sound. The explosion burst through the glass shattering it everywhere, Slig technicians ducked and hid from glass, fire, metal, and burning body parts blasting through the window. Dr Mort ducked for a few seconds, with a blank expressionless face, and then stood up again, as if nothing had happened. “That’s the self destruct mode, which is activated as soon as the elbow pad registers…death. That was the prototype of course, the real version is much more efficient than that model, more explosive…” Dripik rose, looking very flustered, trying to keep a calm expression on his face like Dr Mort “Ma Boy, you better not go dyin on my property” he laughed at his own joke and then said “Now for the rifle and the mask!” The once hidden white door had been blown away, and the white room was now black, with fumes pouring from a crater in the centre where the Slig was lying, with only a stain where he used to be. Another Slig walked through the door, equipped with a black mask with yellow eyes, and a rifle, with some extra parts it seemed. He walked to the wall, in his regular Slig pants, after saluting Dripik. “I should be brief” Dr Mort observed “This place will need to be fixed…who’d have though that our highest security rooms would be so devastated…” He took another glance around and continued “the masks basic function is enhanced, and has a zoom function, the lenses can also be used for thermal, or night vision” A strung up Mudokon was forced through the remnants of the door at gunpoint, and was made to stand by the wall opposite the equipped Slig. “Your Gun is equipped with enhanced silencers, scope, quick auto reload, and power setting, from weak wound shots to full power ripping shots.” The Slig took aim at the Mudokon and fired a shot. There was a soft ‘phutting’ sound and the Mudokon clutched its legs and yelped. The Slig then, with a quick motion of its hand, turned a dial on the side of the weapon and fired again. There was a loud ‘blamming’ sound and the Mudokon chest exploded, spraying the wall, ground, and everything else within a 5 metre radius with blood. Eba saw that the wall behind was riddled with bullet holes, as was the ground. Dripik laughed, and Dr Mort and Eba exchanged grave looks. “Well I gotta go” boomed Dripik “People to kill, places to destroy” and shuffled off, leaving Eba and Dr Mort staring into the blood stained, burn stained, once white, room.

The next chapter is called One of Three. Feedback please, bits I should change etc.