OOC: Actually, there is two problems with your post, Magic9mushroom. First of all, there are Sligs at the mine, trying to find the Fleeches and others trying to destory the trees. And second, an antimatter device can't be shot. The antimatter device, would exit right out of Gillik's pod, and then destory him. Antimatter, no matter what, will always selfdestruct itself once touched by matter. And I doubt you want an exterme plot change, when Gillik kills himself.
IC: Sindera ran faster and faster through the forest, trying to find the mine that was dead ahead of her. Being that her Big Bro companions were a bit too slow, she couldn't go as hastily as she wanted to. After forcing them to speed up, it didn't become long for their search to be over.
At last, Sindera found the enormus mine, but saw that there was no sign of battle anywhere outside the cave, as she had imagined. There were a few explosion prove on the grass, but no blood, what so ever. Then again, it was hard to concerate, when the mine was being destoried from the top. Sindera commaded in a rough, loud, and slightily angry way, "Stop, you tree haters! Come over here and report something to me!"
The flying Sligs, could not hear one bit of what Sindera was saying, for over the explosions, her voice was nothing, but a little cry of a Chimpunk. Sindera got a bit frustrated at this, and grabbed her walkie talkie. She connected to their recievers and blasted into her walkie talkie, "Hey shirmps!! Get over here or no one is going to go to sleep for an extra day!!"
All six of the fearful flying Sligs flex anxiousily to Sindera, and unsureily replied in a chrous, "Wha-wha did'ya wa-wa-want from we?"
Sindera growled, looking at them with a scowling look. She said growled in a more audible sentence, "You were suppose to find the Fleeches, the Scrab, and the Paracrab that killed over a hundred men of our's. Did you not hear what I said to you to do over half an hour ago?! Or were you guys too bothered by the trees?!"
One of the bigger flying Sligs, said with a slight amount of disappointment, "We forgotten about the whole damn thing. We didn't hear anythin'."
Another one of the flying Sligs with a little a more cheerfulliness, "Actually, I thought I heard some Fleech screams, but I thought that was some other doings."
"Nah, that was just yer imagination."
"Nah, I'm serious! I also heard a rumbling..."
"That was yer stomach! Not a creature!"
"Are you sayin' that me is a liar!?"
"I'm sayin' that yer so much certainly am lyin'!"
"Come over here and let's see who's the one lyin'!"
As the two Slig aimed their grenade launchers at each other, Sindera scolded them both, "Stop your cat fight and listen to me! The one that heard the Fleeches was most certainly right! But you guys were too busy fighting the trees, you let the Fleeches get away! Now search the trees, and give me some clues on where the Fleeches went!"
All of the Sligs, including the Big Bro's that was with Sindera, went to search mine's top. Sindera went into the mine, in order to find something. She could really see anything in the mine, but she could see that there was some left over guns on the ground. And then, Sindera saw a frigthening thing. One of the Sligs was squashed dead on the floor. And beside it, was a little stream of blood, going to the enterance of the cave. She had one of her fingers touch it and draw it toward her nose. She sniffed it and whispered, "Fleech blood."
Suddenly, the disturbing silence of the cave was interupted by a Big Bro saying, "Hey boss, there's something you might want to see!" Sindera shook off the suspision of the Fleech blood, and thought she heard the Big Bro coming from the top on the mine. Sindera used the sides of the mine to climb up to the top of the mine. After some struggling moments, she found the Big Bro that found something. It was a crevice in the ground, that could've gave the Fleeches the possibility to run off somewhere.
She realized that if they went in there, they could see where the Fleeches had went. Sindera nodded and said to the Big Bro, "OK, Leo, you did a good job, but now, follow me into the crevice. There, we can find the animals and kill them off, once and for all. And plus, if you make it out of the crevice alive, you will be promoted to major officer."
The Big Bro ribbited in approval, and the two went off into the crevice.
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Slurp, followed Shryke into some unknown land that none of the Fleeches knew about, and was surprised to find a new perfect home. As the Fleeches began to throw themselves into different chambers, which each could hold three Fleeches in each rocky chamber. Slurp was still on the Slog, when Shryke had asked them stay at the large chamber for Shryke, and the Scrab. Slurp was about to reply, but Shryke went off somewhere. Slurp had the Slog lay him down, in order for him to rest. The Slog drifted to sleep in an instant, but Slurp sat there, wondering where his other self was.
On the ground, the queen saw that Shryke was nearby. She screeched something to her translator, and after each sentence, the translator screeched it back at Shryke, in Scrab. At last, it sounded like this; "Ah, so you have came to discuss my needs. Very well, my mates and I have decided that we need a rather large rock chamber, that could support our daily activities, such as mating, feeding the young, eating, and sleeping. I also need the space, to give me the space to give birth easily, without crowding. Another thing, we need some flat, companioned chamber, co-existing with the chamber we live in. That way, the eggs that are given to, can live in an area a bit seperate from the parents. Also, there should be some space that the worker class could get in, feed me, my mates, and my children. Any questions?"
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