[oddveteran93]

Yes, yet another fan fic. I got bored so I decide to write one. Read it if you're interested, or don't. I don't really care. By the way, the events in this fan fic take place after the events of MO. I'll probably start making sense eventually. Here's chapter one.

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Chapter one: "A rough night"

I just lay there on the cold, metal table. I couldn't move, and I couldn't speak; I don't even think I was breathing anymore. The Vykker surgeon was looking at me. I could read the fear on his face. He was panicking.

"Sir it's not working! I'm losing him!" he yelled.

"Try harder! We don't have much time, the enemy is breaking through." an older Vykker responded. "Sergeant, send your troops to the main gate and don't let anyone through for Odd's sake! As for you" he turned to the young surgeon, "hook him up to the machine before it's too late. Forget about saving him, let the machine gather the information we need from him and let's get the hell out of here."

The Vykker pushed the table I was on next to a large machine. He hooked it up to my head and that's when things started getting wierd. I saw quick images flshing thorugh my mind and loud noises.

Then I woke up screaming, that was the second time in a week. I was really getting worried. I stood up and shook my head. There was a loud bang on my door and a slig guard came in.

"Get up you mudokkon scum! Dr Glukson wants to see you, report to his office now." he said in the typical angry slig voice and left.

I was actually happy that I had to see Glukson, he was the only slig psychologist, but he was also the nicest slig I knew, and a good friend of mine.

END OF CHAPTER

I'm sorry if that was a bit confusing. Feel free to point out mistakes or offer some criticism.