thread: Dante's Exoddus
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11-02-2005, 07:17 AM
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Yes, T. It was a bite-sized chapter, I know.
And Splat, I don't know, honestly, about Patch going colorless. As I have said, I've fleshed out major details about Dante, but nothing else. Hell, I was surpsrised when I started writing about Druna falling for Dante some chapters back. But it seemed like the thing to do.
Anyhow, have another bite of Dante.

Chapter 73

In the ball car, I decided that it would be a good idea to go and shut down the detention center. I leaned forward and mashed the Zulag 10 button with my face, and the ball car chugged to life.
As I rode, I began to relax. Things were looking pretty good.
And, just as I was thinking it, the car suddenly stopped, knocking me off balance. The lights flickered and went out. After a few seconds, they came back on, much dimmer.
I look around, feeling the creeping edges of panic beginning to seep into my consciousness.
A screen popped on, and a glukkon began speaking. I soon recognized him as Vladimir.
“Attention all sligs, vykkers, and glukkons in the area. The main power supply has been cut in order to implement emergency plan 19. Auxiliary power has been activated.”
Emergency plan 19? I had no idea what it was, but if it involved using all of the complex’s main power, it was likely not good.
“Sligs that were sent to Zulag nine believe that there is a mudokon terrorist here that is sending away the mudokons. We tried to contact sligs in zulags one, five, seven, and eight, and received no response.”
Uh oh. They were on to me. Me specifically, because they didn’t say “That Abe guy.”
“Icarus has ordered all glukkons and remaining sligs to be in Zulag Nine in one hour’s time, for in sixty minutes, poison gas is going to be released into the facility to flush out the terrorist. The loss of mudokon labor now will be a small price to pay for the destruction of this terrorist.”
Now I was definitely panicking. An hour to free another hundred and seventy five slaves? Preposterous!
And to make matters worse, I was stuck in an immobile ball car.
A little digital display with bright red letters blinked on. 01:00, it read.
Shit.



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