[Slaveless]

OOC: Wow.

IC: Slurp had noticed the Mudokon right away, but the fact that the Mudokon seemed to have known the Scrab, seemed convincing enough for him to not attack. The other Fleeches, did not seem to attack as well. Maybe they trusted that Shryke would have told them to attack by now. Or were they just more concerned about their life instead? Either way, it did not seem just as right to just leave a Mudokon untouched.

Slurp ignored that there was a Mudokon and started to think about the new plan. He had to admit, it seemed like a good and flawless one. Fleeches did have the possibility to kill anything smaller than a Scrab in seconds, making it likely that the Sligs couldn't react fast enough before being swallowed alive. And a group of warning parties could take out ten Sligs before they could have a chance to run. Plus, having on a Slog, a Scrab, and a Paracrab on their side was a pro as well. But yet... Slurp still felt uneasy about having to ward off Sligs around their home, for the next few monthes. Maybe years. Nd what if there was bigger enemies attacking them, such as those large Sligs he sensed earlier. Plus, what if they got suspisous that we were around this certain area, and used their Flying Sligs to bomb as from above? And those Slogs, what if they snap our tounges off like last time? Or those other monsters, like Paramites or Scrab, what if they come and attack our warning troopers? All of these things disturbed Slurp, for he did not want the things that happened to him, happen to others.

Slurp went over to Shryke's side, not concern that he can slither again, and screeched quietly to him, "Heh, Shryke, I'm still not completely safe with your plan. There are Sligs bigger than normal ones, and with armor. Fleeches can't swallow down those kinds of things. Nor can they easily fight back against Flying Sligs and these so called Mugs. They are stronger than us, even in groups, and have their own advantages. So do Paramites. This forest is infested with them, and they strike fear into us Fleeches. We can't fight back the entire forest, for even with growing numbers, our enemies know more about us, than we do ourselves.

And I'm afraid I am no help. I was destined to make peace first, not to harm. My other half self is far away, and barely alive. I can walk now, but I cannot attack. My teeth are no real help, and my tounge is gone. You and Shredder will have to fight with the rest, but I need to find my own future, even if that means missing out on defending. So now, maybe late evening, we could find where the person who seperated me from my other self, from my current self. That is said to be my first step to arrival of reconnection."

After this speech, the Fleeches seemed to have been whispering to each other. Slurp couldn't tell exactly what, but something a bit important. Before Slurp could ask, the whispering stopped, and one of Fleeches spoke up, by saying, "This section of the Fleeches have made a decision. We will do what our beloved Paracrab has suggested. The last one, to be exact. And we say that perhaps more of these Paracrabs should be welcome here at this new Fleech home. In fact, oh beloved Shryke, your orginal pack should join us here, at this cave. How does that sound?"

Slurp thought that maybe they were taking Shryke as too much of their friend, but then he got a little puzzled. He never sensed any smell of his own kind. Maybe Shryke doesn't live in a pack life style, a doesn't have any rememberance of an another Paracrab. Or maybe he was seperated his family at an early age, and that is why he sticks around and efforts others to join them. But anyway, that's why his word is important.
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Sindera tried her best to walk through the rest of the crevice without disturbing the path she was following. Being that Interns have legs that use wide spaces, it became hard, to walk side ways. But having the vaporizer pointing ahead of her was useful, for she could clear most of the rocks ahead of her to make some space. Yet she had to be a careful to not elimate the proof of the two sets of foot prints of two Scrabs, ahead of her. That was her only ability to tell where they were going.

Leo and Sindera didn't talk to each other. Being that Sindera would care less about having a conversation with a Slig, and that both knew what they were up against, made so that they too much to focus on right now. Fleeches had a careful sense of hearing, so the slightest amount of speech would set them off. And Scrabs, being that they rarely slept for long time frames, would sense them the moment they were on the same level. And that wasn't good either. Luckily, Leo understood these things, and never even peeped. Sindera smirked, thinking that this guy might even be better than Meghan or Brtus. And if he worked hard enough, better than her. She tried to elimate that thought through shaking her head, and continuing her soft walks.

The silence erupted, when Sindera pager went off. She grumbled and stopped in her tracks to pick up her messenger. "This really isn't the time to discuss what to do next." thought Sindera angrily as picked up the messenger. Trying to make it this a fast one, Sindera aggressively whispered into it, "Can't it wait, dingbat?"

Leo seemed surprised at this reaction, but it's not like he hadn't seen it before. The response on the other end replied squeekily, "Sorry boss, but we'v had som' accidents."

Sindera rolled her eyes and again whispered harsily, "Are you telling me that you guys don't know how to control yer bladder?!"

The Slig squeeked again, "Nah, we just havin too many caulities. Like that not all of us Slogers aren't complet' registered."

Even though that sentence lacked grammar, and even use of proper wording, Sindera still got it. Again, with the whispering, Sindera replied, "You do realize that those could have died by now, right?"

"That's what us thought too. But there's some who are attackin' our Muds. We've heeled them, but there's s'more that are out there. Plus, us found some dying through s'methin' that is larger than them. Big foot prints, and jaws are our clues to what he is."

Sindera did not get that sentence, but these guys must have Slogs attacking the Scrubs and some are being attacked by others. Sindera rose a brow and whispered again, "So yer telling me that there are beasts kill our Slogs? Crap, why don't you just send some Sligs and Mugs to kill them down?"

"That's what us are afraid of. Us have some small numbers of Sligs. Some Paramites have been trying to attack us, which is bad."

Sindera wished that this guy would make more sense, like saying we instead of us. But now she was interested. She replied softly, "Tell me how many Sligs we lost today. Just count the registered ones."

"Well boss, us lost about 134 in Mudokon battle, 110, in the Fleech mine, 13 over Paramite attacks, and 4 over other. And 37 injured lately, so only 298 have been unregistered as soliders.

"298?! That a crap load of Sligs unable to be used!! How did we lose half of our soliders in one day?!" thought Sindera as her eyes nearily looked like she did have lids. She didn't know what to think of that. Never in her life had in one day, had realized the army she was in was being beaten alive. This meant that these Mudokons and wildlife creatures were far more powerful than she would have thought. Trying to relax and think of new plan, she dropped the messenger to her hips, as the Slig on the other end was saying, "Boss? Boss? Mad'm?"

Sindera had to think this to herself. She thought that if she had large groups of Sligs, they would have a chance of scaring off their enemies. But she was wrong. The Sligs in the mine, they all died. And the Sligs that were killed through Paramites, what was she doing worng then? Yet, she realized what she did wrong. Gillik hired Sligs that were taught how to capturing slaves and guarding factories, and not all of them were Sligs in the solider class. And then she underestimated their ability to fight, with their guns, and her lectures. That was why the Sligs were dying, since they all did not know what to do. And suddenly, she got an idea. Sindera spoke into the messenger, "Now, I want you to tell me how many Sligs there are, that are in the solider class, and the aerial class."

The Slig on the other end started to take a moment of silence, and then the messenger crackled, "Mad'm, us have 92 in total."

Sindera liked where this was going. She said into the messenger, "That's good enough. Now, being that there are maybe 400 Slogs and 100 Mugs left, I want you to combine all three of them into groups. If you can't do the math, maybe say, in each group there should be 11 Big Bros, 25 Slogs, and 8 Mugs. That should even it out. And there should be about 8 groups, and if possible, put small amounts of ordinary Sligs to replace the Big Bros that are non existant, so there could be more groups. And I all want them ready for combat in three hours. And your homework after that is to tell Gillik of your report and my demands. And I don't care if he doesn't apporve, this is getting more viloent than it should be."

The messenger crackled again, "OK, boss." And there was no more sound coming through the messenger again. Leo, surprised in what just happened, looked at Sindera in a funny way. Sindera gave him a look back and continued to go forward. Sindera felt a little proud that finally her miltary leading skills came into use after all.

It wasn't too long before the crevice tunnel stopped, and Sindera pulled herself up from the crevice and faced the moons' moonlight. She looked at those moons and thought of how everything was going so well now and she wished her father could see it now. Just thinking about him made her feel a bit sad now in days, and she felt some water trickle down her cheek. Leo crept to her side and grunted, "You OK?"

Sindera stopped crying and said more aggressively, "Yeah. And what are you waiting for, we need to find those Fleeches!" And next, she continued to follow the tracks of the Fleeches and Scrabs.