The van was not often used in the corridors of Rupture Farms, yet here it was, careening along the platforms and girders like a rampaging Mug. It was quite small, essentially just a cabin and a box on wheels. The side of the van bore the Rupture Farms logo, and the Glukkon's face eyeballed the scrubs nearby. Two sligs sat in the cabin, one driving, and the other smoking a Lungbuster. The driver had a strong desire to mow down the slaves they passed, but unnecessary killings could lead to a court-martial, and that meant meeting Queen Skillya. Or more accurately, her chef.
But these sligs had a job to do. The van made a nice change from the usual tasks they were assigned to, but it would be over soon enough. As they approached the correct zulag and their destination, the van slowed, then skidded to a halt, leaving tire marks all over the metal floor. As the nearby floorwaxer cried out with dismay, the sligs opened the circular doors on the slide of the van and exited the vehicle. The whirring of their pants drowned out the noise their footpads made on the floor as the sligs strode to the rear of the vehicle.
"You got the keys?" said one, in a typical, nasally voice.
"Yeah, yeah, I got 'em." replied the other, as if his friend was implying something. It turned to look over his shoulder. "Shut up, butt-munch!" it yelled at the blue mudokon with the floorwaxer. Using grubby hands, the sligs inserted the key into the padlock and swung open the double doors of the van. Inside was a barely conscious mudokon curled in a foetal position, lying on his side and covered in bruised and dried blood.
"The guys really went mad on this one," commented the slig.
"Who cares? It's just a mudokon."
"I heard that it was the third time he had escaped. I didn't even think that was possible. Why do they even keep it alive after that?"
"It finds flaws in security. Whenever it gets out, we discover another way the slaves might escape. I say death's too good for it. You hear what happened to the sligs on duty where it got free? I'll never eat another Scrab Cake, knowing what could be in it."
The sligs grabbed the beaten mudokon from the hold, and roughly hauled him onto the deck. One gripped the scrub's head feather and held his head up. It whispered in is ear. "If I ever find you escaping again, I'll kill you myself." The slig slammed the mud's face to the floor, and they both climbed back into the van.
"Hey! Get outta my seat! You're nuts if you think I'm ever letting you drive again."
The slig van pulled away, leaving Wash the mudokon lying on the deck-plate, praying to the Odd for the pain to go away.
OOC: any time you guys wanna help my guy up, it would be much appreciated.
I don't know when I can next follow this up (exams an' all) so bear with me.
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