No one need mention that I haven't posted in 6 months... Oh, wait, I... CURSES! 
Yes indeed, general lack of Odd vibes has stopped me writing, but with exams over there's no longer anything blocking the odd transmissions
So yes, let's hope it lasts, shall we. I've missed this, and missed your comments. Gone are the good old days where I felt I belonged in Fan Corner and I plan to get some of that back.
Bit of a recap then. Splat, Munch, Abe, Alf, on a quest to head into the far north to find a captive mudokon queen called Amy, have crossed a desert, broken into a train depot and boarded a train as told in the instructions given to them by 'Alf's omnipotent being' who sent them on this quest, with the promise that, upon finishing their part in the quest, they would each have a wish granted. Anything other than the ressurection of a dead mudokon or any other intelligent being. As they hid in their train, several sligs entered their cabin to look for them. Splat took them out of the slig's path, but, still at risk of being caught, Munch opened a crate of fleeches to distract the sligs, which they successfully did. However, with the sligs gone, the fleeches turned on the group. Splat, injured was unable to use shred power to destroy them, and the group now face death by eating.
That's the summary. I got stuck on that bit, having forgotten how I planned to get rid of the fleeches (stupid me). Well, the solution I've fianlly come up with (after 6 months) is somewhat rubbish, but if it means i can continue writing it'll do.
Last note, I've recently learnt that one of my oldest fans and friends on OWF has decided that she will be leaving soon. I'm somewhat saddened by this, but what can be done? Anyway, as I dedicated a chapter of 'Splat' to her (titled 'the chocolate', interesting story behind that) I'll be doing the same here. So T-nex, this one's for you. I'll miss ya lots 
So in the time-honoured tradition, with no further ado (or adon't), I give you chapter (counts on fingers) 19!
Chapter 19: The Chocolate!
Splat
I was wearing out. Throwing the others around every time they got in danger, as well as being stung pretty badly by the fleeches wasn’t helping. Neither was Munch squealing for help every 10 seconds, for that matter.
Abe had found a crowbar somewhere and was trying, somewhat unsuccessfully, to batter any of the fleeches that came his way with it.
I dumped Alf on a pile of crates and decided to point out something rather important. “I can’t keep this up, guys.”
“Keep on as long as you can, Splat.” Abe panted, “Of all the ways I wanted to die, becoming a fleech buffet was definitely somewhere near the bottom. In fact between fleech food and Cartel execution I don’t think I could really decide.” Abe kept on rambling to himself as I dragged Munch to safety.
“Quit squirming, you want me to drop you?”
“You’re cutting off the circulation in my head!”
I dumped him on a crate. “This is all your fault Munch; you come up with a solution.”
“My fault?” He demanded indignantly.
“Yes.”
He growled as I swooped off to grab Abe.
As I mentioned previously, people don’t tend to look up much. Especially when they’ve just been thrown into a room with a bunch of fleeches and told to remove the fleeches. I froze when the slig was pushed through the door, but if he noticed any of us, he didn’t show it. And most sligs would if the terrorist mastermind, Abe, was floating above his head.
The fleeches certainly noticed him. I assume they also noticed that he was on the ground and not leaping out of the way, because most of them turned and ran straight for the terrified young slig.
He scampered out of the room when about 20 of the little monsters leapt at him at once and they all followed. The two or three that were left, Abe and I quickly finished off with crowbar and scrab feet.
Alf climbed shakily down to the floor. “Wow,” he gasped, “Very dues ex machina.”
“Dyuce ex what?” Munch yelled with all his usual elegance.
“Forget it,” Alf muttered and sat down on the floor.
“Don’t envy that slig much,” I added, “If the fleeches don’t eat him alive, his superiors probably will.”
“Ugh,” Munch said.
Abe
Two uneventful days later (uneventful other than Munch yelling at Splat and throwing the Happy Families cards across the room, which Alf dutifully picked up, cursing all the way), several sligs came on and, while we hid, moved several crates from the carriage and carried in two crates, the first reading ‘Grinder parts’ and the second reading ‘Eyestitch 4005’.
“Looks like this is our stop, kids,” I announced and half an hour later we slipped out of the train and into the shadows.
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“Alright, in four hours the train we want to be on is leaving. That gives us plenty of time to do what we gotta do. I’ve had a quick nosey around and it looks like there’s a small lab here, so me and Munch are gonna sneak in and see what there is to save. I’ll want you there if there are fuzzles and the like. Now there’s a particular platform we’ll need to get on to so we can safely board the train. It’s a pretty high security one, so we’re gonna have to ride on the outside. I spotted a couple of the others here and it looks like there’s a sheltered bit we can hide on at the back so we’ll be ok, but we’ll have to get onto the train roof first. There’s a docking platform you can lower once you’re on the roof of the train. So Splat, Alf, I want you to find our train and get onto the roof. Alf can hide out there until we turn up and give the signal, I’ll whistle a greeting to let him know it’s us so he can lower the platform. Splat, when you’ve got Alf on the right train, come and find us so you can lead us back to the right place if we’re running late.”
“How am I supposed to find you in a place this big?”
I grinned. “Do what we always do, follow the trail of destruction! We’ll leave a trail or something. We’ll probably be around the far side of the building; that’s where the bunks and the production lines are. Munch, if you and I get split up head back to the train station an hour before the train leaves and find Alf.”
“Aye aye Cap’n.” Munch grinned.
I smiled slightly, “Let’s go then chaps.”
Alf
“I guess this is the right one, Splat.”
“Well I’d rather be sure. We’ve been walking about for ages; I don’t wanna waste that by getting you on the wrong train. It wouldn’t look very good would it?”
I thought briefly and looked around. “I wish Abe was here; if he could possess a slig maybe he could get the answer out of another before they figured him out.”
“Well, we can do the next best thing. I’ll put you on the train so you’re safe and then go spying.”
I nodded and he picked me up awkwardly with his uninjured arm and carried me onto the roof of the train. “Back in a minute then.” He flew off.
I crawled to the back of the train and found the space Abe had mentioned. It looked like the Cartel had wanted to extend the roof back a little further (Odd knew why) but didn’t want to waste money on filling in the resulting space, or even blocking it off. I don’t know, maybe these omnipotent beings had more influence on the world than we realised. Either way it was useful, and just about big enough to hold the four of us, though there’d probably be some arguments when it came to getting Splat and Munch in there.
About 15 minutes later Splat flew into sight. “Any luck?” I asked.
“Yup. Wrong train.”
I unfolded myself and crawled out of the space. Splat picked me up again and flew me down. “It’s just the next one along. Good job I checked through. Don’t fancy going where that one was.”
“Why? Where was it headed?”
Splat gave me a wry look. “New ‘n Tasty Co. Personally I see becoming a mudokon pop almost as unappealing as eating one.”
It's definately good to be back.