Slugger shook off the rain irritably, it’d be just his luck if his pants went rusty… He’d heard the Slog howl a while back now, but it hadn’t been Jaws. Worry seeped into the forefront of Slugger’s mind, where had that Slog gotten too anyway?
Suddenly an older Mudokon with a huge mask and bright crimson feathers stepped from the trees. Slugger automatically stood to attention. This Mudokon he could tell, was not part of the worker class he was used too. A little respect was in order he decided. He almost saluted the shaman with his rifle, but as been as the rifle was in several pieces and considering that maybe it wouldn’t be appropriate Slugger refrained and tugged respectfully at his mouth tentacles instead.
“Slugger sir, my name’s Slugger.” He explained, “I used to work at the old factory, I was on stockyard patrol because I didn’t shoot or beat up the workers.”
He wasn’t about to admit that he also liked being around the animals.
“And when we got raided I didn’t actually catch any of the perpetrators. I guess now that that was your Mudokons right? Anyway, they started signing up Sligs to the extermination squad and I decided to come with my Slog – Jaws. I figured it was better that I ‘accidentally’ let some of them go rather then slaughter the sorry bunch. Anyway, during the massacre, I refuse to call it a battle, I decided enough was enough, shot a couple of grunts and my superior officer and made a run for it. Me and Jaws were just escaping when we saw a yellow flare. Jaws began running towards and I followed and fell into the hunting pit, Jaws went off to get help, Albert and Niamae found me, got me out and we came here.”
Just as Slugger finished his brief account there was an explosion of vegetation and a little reddish Slog came hurtling out of the brush and slammed straight into Slugger, bowling the surprised Slig over.
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