OOC: Hm, quite interesting Steef Head. I would love to see how the Steef start to interact with current problems in West Shrubton.
Kolca grinned appeal to this news, being that she was able to perfectily persaude Shryke into allowing the CFIA become a little more powerful. But instead of revealing herself from the shadows, she carefully scanned the crowd to see its reaction. Fleeches all over the place were violentily clicking their tounges onto the roof of their mouth (sort of like clapping). The Fleeches were quite glad to see that Shryke decided to reproduce, being that they wanted to survive with Paracrabs. While the cheering Fleeches were clicking, some decided to desperse, so the could tell the others.
However, Kolca's attention was no longer on the Paracrab's, but rather the Slog. Kolca also scanned for Fleeches that were flicking their tounges, representing the CFIA's code of who was who. There were five of them. Kolca too, flicked her tounge rapidly. Only a few of the Fleeches noticed her form, and moved many steps close to her, to inform their notice of Kolca.
Kolca next decided to make the next step. She realized that one of the Fleeches heads were split apart in many directions. Kolca, regonizing that Fleech's differences from the rest, and started to gesture that Fleech toward her. The Fleech took notice, and hastily crawled into the shadows with her. The Fleech, covered in hideous attributes, could not say anything in a screech, but rather a single groan noise. When the groan came out, the Fleech tried to say, "Why'd ya want me? I don't need anythin' more from ya."
Kolca softily replied to him after watching his missing face marks expand and suck in from breathing. It just wasn't right. "I want you to help me try to talk to that Slog. He might be our only hope of attacking the Industerials. And you are the only member who know of the language Sleg. And how did you get those markings? Last I saw you, you just had slight teeth differences from the rest."
The Fleech sighed and replied in a deeper tone, "I have suffered from a tragic incident from the cave attack. But anyway, we can talk to this Slog. But prehaps we need more than us to go on..."
Kolca gestured for the rest to come forth, and got each and everyones' attention. The two discussed their plan, and told them to say nothing, for Shryke might be listening. Once the Fleeches minds had developed a sense in what they must do, Kolca screeched in command of following. All four slithered silentily to Sklitch, so they could be at a talking range. Once the disfigured Fleech had thought he had the Slog's attention, it blurted in perfect Sleg, "Hello mate, my name is Herffal, and I'm a representive of the queen. She would like it if we would discuss about your past. The past here, with the Industerials. She would like to know everything you know, for some changes are being considered by her at this moment."
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