[oddveteran93]

No need to aplogize. Anyway Ch4!

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Chapter 4: "A delivery gone wrong"

"Hey! Open up!" I heard a voice in the darkness. "I said open up!" The voice got louder and I woke up suddenly. Someone was banging on my door. It was probably the slig that Glukson sent for me. I stood up looking around and waiting for my eyes to get used to the light again. I started walking slowly towards the door, still half-asleep.

"Open the door you lazy slave! Don't make me come in there!" the slig yelled getting more impatient.

"Shut up! I'm comin'." I responded wearily.

I tried moving the rusted handle but it was stuck. After many pointless attempts to turn it, it fell off, bouncing on the ground and making annoying noises.

"Please don't tell the handle broke off" the slig said in a frustrated voice. "For Odd's sake, this is the second time today! This place is falling appart. Stand back, scum" he said and shot the door open. I didn't really care because I wanted to escape that night anyway, so I wouldn't be returning to my crappy cell.

I examined the slig that stood before me. He was tall and he was wearing silver and black armour which covered his entire body. He was obviously an elite, or a war veteran.

"Are you going to stand there all day and look at me?" he asked rhetorically and coughed heavily. I picked up one of the crates of weapons to see how heavy it was. It felt very light, even...empty. What was Glukson trying to pull off? He probably thought he could outsmart all the sligs by transfering a bunch of empty boxes to the warehouse.

"I guess I better get to work then" I said and faked a smile. "Just out of curiosity, what's in these boxes?"

"Um, Glukson said it's a couple of new assault rifles, really high-tech stuff. He gave me specific order not to look in these boxes so it's probably really important that you deliver these safely. Just head down to Station 4B, through the detention area and the maintainence centre. There's a small train waiting for you at the station. Now go, and hurry up!" the slig said and left talking to himself.

I left immediately after he did. I wanted to get out of there as soon as I could. I walked down corridors and corridors. The elite baracks were a maze, I mean with all the sectors and buildings and stockyards. I found it almost impossible to find the detention area since all the corridors looked the same; very wide, and with a tall ceiling. And there were small mudokon cells left and right.

After countless hours of wandering around through abandoned corridors, I had finally reached the Detention Area; a very disturbing scene. The detention area only had two entrances which were well-protected by slig patrols. Fortunately they let me enter without any trouble. The detention area was a huge, circular room. There were slaves everywhere, either cleaning walls, getting beaten brutally by sadistic guards, or sitting behind bars and going insane.

I wish I could help them, but it wasn't the right time, so I kept pushing the cart with "precious weapons" on it. As I left the detention area I started thinking about what one of the slaves was talking about a few weeks ago. I think it was Slave 005, one of the war veterans. I met with him in secret to talk about the war. He didn't give any details, but he said that he fought the sligs on the frontline with someone he called "The Crusader". The Crusader was apparently one of the most heroic figures in Mudokon history. Before he could tell em more, he was shot in the back by slig who overheard him talking about the war.

I had finally reached the large metal doors of the Maintainance Centre when a small, skinny slig blocked my way.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.

"I'm taking some weapons to the warehouse. I need to go through here to get to Station 4B" I responded in a monotone voice.

"Oh, the transfer authorized by Glukson? I'm gonna have to open up one of those crates and have a look at the merchendise".

This wasn't good, the crates were empty, I couldn't let the slig find out.

"NO! I mean, he gave me specific orders not to open these crates" I said quickly.

"I don't care, now get out of my way before I do something harsh" the slig said, approaching me.

"Wait, wait. Ok, let me open the crate for you" I said and picked up a crate. I placed it near the slig's feet and took the lid off. "Wow will you look at that?" I said, trying to get the slig to look inside. He bent down to get a better look and I kneed him in the face as hard as I could. The small slig flew back and hit the wall, knocking the rifle out of his hands. He tried to grab it, but I grabbed him by the neck quickly.

This was my chance for revenge, finally. I lifted the slig off the ground, by his neck, and tightened my grip. I couldn't help myself, the rage was taking control of me again. I look the slig in the eye as he struggled and gave him an evil smile. I was about to do the unimaginable, when I heard a voice behind the maintainance door.

"What's going on out there? What's all that noise Derek?"I heard a voice inside. I had to hide, quickly. I dropped the slig and looked around. The only place I could go was back, or through the door, but each way was surely suicide. I decided to sqeueeze through a small vent, which wasn't a very good thing, because I started falling...