[Freakin Fuzzle Force]

I've recently been working on my own fanfic, and here it is finally. I know, i got very little posts, well, this fic is actually the only reason I've made myself an account for, otherwise, I'd still be a mystery guest reading your fics. So this is only the prologue, and as most other prologues, this is just to get you into situation, but chapter one will be coming shortly, before saturday I promise.

Prologue

It has been a long time now, glukons had fished every single gabbit amidst the seas except one: Munch. Somehow, this Munch had managed to entirely destroy Vyker’s Lab, bring back a reasonable population of gabbits amongst the neighbouring oceans and prevent anyone from fishing them again. That, and every other facilities Munch and some mudokon, Abe, destroyed later one have proven to result in monstrous losses in the industry. Almost every single glukon who still owned fishing boats gave up and finally sold them for the junk metal they were worth, which is definitely not much. But dozens of years had passed, Abe had been captured and Munch had died peacefully in the depths of the ocean. Other heroes had arisen, but failed miserably.
With no one to get in his way now, Jiulus got back into the business after spending many years in the research industry. He still had his boats no one had, unregretfully, ever wanted to buy. Comfortably sitting in his office, he watched his massive fleet going through Pumer’s Bay, capturing any gabbit they could find. The price for their gabbiar and lungs was more than ten times higher than it used to be. Being unavailable for so many years certainly helped. Jiulus walked, well, tiptoed up to a screen and spoke to it.
-Captain, give me your report!
The screen flickered to life with an unpleasant buzzing sound, revealing a slig’s masked face. He was in a command room with screens and radars everywhere. Behind him stood a big bro slig, guarding the door with a big gun strapped to his back. The definitely high graded slig began to speak with his mechanical voice.
-Boss? Oh, right, my report, humm… We surely got a couple thousands of them by now. We have almost cleared the Pumer’s Bay. We are in final stage, sending divers to get any hiding gabbit and those too small for our nets.
-Good. Once you’re done there, clear the Mudon Lake, and extend a net near the entrance to prevent any of them from getting away. You wouldn’t want any of them to prevent other gabbits.
-Isn’t this specie amphibious anyway? I mean, can’t they just walk away?
-Yeah, but don’t worry, they are all too scared to get out of the water, you won’t have any problem. Get back to work now.
-Understood sir!
And the image died away again, the sound of the slig mumbling something about exploitation faded to nothingness. Business was back up and running once more. Jiulus walked by his window and looked near the horizon. The building was ten stories high, on top of the mountains. Thirty more stories were hidden underground. This is where mudokon slaves lived and worked in total injustice. He could see his ships sailing daringly from one lake to another, capturing anything in their path.
When he would be done, he could drain the rivers and use them for toxic wastes storage. An aquatic research facility would be built underwater in the Pumer’s Bay. Dozens of slig camps were actually being deployed all around Mudos with lots of new recruitment. This was the only way to ensure he would have the monopoly of the entire continent. This was definitely promising and he would not let such an occasion slip through his hands.