[Venks]

What is right and what is wrong
can you neglect your heart for long?
Injustice exists yes its true
however there is something you can do
-Cris

Chapter 2

Upon opening my eyes I woke up to the familiar green of my sleeping bag. Unzipping my bag I crawled out of it and into my cramped room. I tried my best not to step on the many things littered all over the floor including my Mudokon co-worker. Dragging myself over to my desk I climbed into my pants and turned on my computer. The thin black monitor came to life and the desktop popped up, it had a rather nice wallpaper of a BlastMaster 350 dual-barrel alternating machine rifle... how any Slig could deny its beauty was beyond me. Slowly getting back to the task at hand I began updating the Meep info, with their various heights, weights, and age.

I figured today was going to be just as boring as yesterday, save for the vicious beast that nearly ripped me in two last night, until my boss Jonuk the Glukkon came screaming from the other side of the door, "Ugai grab what you need we are going to Rupture Farms!"
Wow, finally a break from this boring old ranch. I didn't own much really, just my rusty mechanical pants and my baton so I was ready. Joe my Mudokon buddy slowly got up and yawned, "Lucky your able to leave this boring place."
"Trust me," I replied, "I won't be having any fun." With that I opened the shabby door and went outside following my employer.
As we lumbered down the dirt path we eventually got to my boss's pad which wasn't much better looking then my own. Next to his house lied the old truck we used to get around from time to time. I opened the blue passenger door for my boss, closing it when he was seated and then I got into the driver's seat and revved up the vehicle.

The lone blue vehicle traveled down a sandy desolate road. Their was nothing, but desert for countless miles save for the stray cactus that popped up here and there. I looked into the rear view mirror out of boredom, vast amounts of sand was being thrown up in the air from the moving vehicle. After what seemed like hours we arrived at Vykker Airlines, we exited the truck and headed over to the lone Vykker at the small airport. Jonuk approached the Vykker saying, "I am Jonuk and this is my personal aid Ugai, we are members of the Meat is Neat Foundation I believe we had a reservation in place.
The Vykker looked Jonuk up and down with obvious distaste then for a moment stared at his clipboard. Very reluctantly the Vykker said with his high-pitched voice, "Yes yes you've been expected Mr.Jonuk, please get aboard the blimp, it will be departing shortly." The two of us started off towards the blimp, very loudly the Vykker fake coughed, "Ka loser! Loser!"
Shortly after sitting in the comfortable seats in the Vykker blimp the vehicle took off flying quickly south.

I looked outside my window watching as the ground changed from sandy deserts, dark swamps, green plains, and rocky hills. In a few hours we arrived at the dark industrial facility that is Rupture Farms. From the distance I could see a vast mob of protesters, mostly Glukkons and from the look of their tacky clothes they were Puds and Chumps. We quickly joined the huge mob and I was handed a sign to hold up. It read "Never overlook a chance for profit!" I held the sign up as Glukkons around me conversed about why they were right.
I overheard a Glukkon in terribly ugly green overalls saying, "Those losers think they are so high and mighty they won't accept others' ideas, if they don't change their ways Rupture Farms is going to burn down to the ground."
A equally bad dressed Glukkon replied, "I heard Rupture Farms is under new management, a cool minded Gluk with new ideas."
Some loud Slig spoke up, "Have you heard his policy towards employment!? The guy doesn't have slaves he actually hires Mudokons, not only does he pay them, but gives them equal treatment as if they were real people and not barbarians!"
The ugly green dressed Glukkon replied, "Well it was that or set Rupture Farms as a target for Natives."
The Slig shouted, "Nonsense! That money-lover just needs tighter security, as long as Sligs are watching ain't no terrorists gonna be attackin!"
The non-green badly dressed Glukkon retorted, "Well actually they've hired a number of Big Bro Sligs to increase security, pointless though sense you stupid mechanical legged Slurgs don't know a threat when you see one."
The conversation became pointless to listen to as they started screaming at each other.

Apparently I had dozed off as Jonuk woke me up screaming, "Wake up you no good piece a dirt, I'm going to meet with the CEO of Rupture Farms, Arnie. You head over to the repair shop while I'm there and get some new pants, somehow you won them for free."
"Ok boss," I said quickly heading towards the near by repair station. There in the very small shop was a Slig sitting in his chair sleeping and a Mudokon awaiting me at the counter.
"Good afternoon Sir. Congratulations on winning the Proud Worker award, please come back here and take a seat. I will be back with your new pants shortly."
I sat down and looked around the poorly kept shop, there were parts of machinery all over the floor and what looked like dried blood on the floor. In no time at all the working Mudokon came from the back of the store carrying a new pair of Slig pants, unfortunately the young Mudokon lost his footing and fell down crashing into the floor dropping the pants in the process.
"Owww..." the Scrub groaned as he slowly picked himself up, but before he managed to stand up the Slig who had before appeared to be knocked out was hovering over the Mudokon worker.
"What did I tell you bout messin up the stuff!" the Slig barked, and without pause the unhappy Slig slammed the butt of his gun into the already injured Mudokon. "Say your sorry!" The Slig ordered.
"I'm sorry," the Mudokon cried in pain.
"Sorry to who?" The sadistic Slig said before bashing the Scrub again with his weapon.
"I'm sor.." but before the bruised worker could finish what he was saying the Slig kicked the Mudokon in the face, blood started to drip from the victim's mouth.

"Stop it!" I shouted jumping up from my chair. The crazed Slig stopped in mid swing and turned around to stare at me, the beaten Mudokon covered his head as he crouched in a fetal position.
"What did you say?" The Slig asked me.
"I said leave that Mudokon alone." I don't know what I was thinking or what made me challenge this crazy Slig. Here I am risking my life for this Mudokon I don't even know, this Slig armed with a blunderbuss while all I have to protect myself is my little baton.
"Your one of those sissy Sligs whose a slave-lover huh? Well I can fix that no problem." The sadistic Slig stated. Faster then I could react the Slig ran to me and knocked me down with a strong blow. The Slig pointed his gun at my head and asked, "Any last requests slave-lover?"
I closed my eyes and prepared for the end of my life when I heard a loud crash, I opened my eyes to see the worker Mudokon had pulled the sadistic Slig's pants from underneath them, and there the Slig lied pantless. Before the crawling Slig could do anything I got up and crushed his head with my mechanical foot, fresh blood flowed onto the floor mixing with the old dried blood. The young Mudokon looked into my eyes trying to see what I would do next, not sure if I was still friendly or not.
"Thanks." I said to the Scrub.
"No problem." He replied.
In silence the Mudokon handed me my new pants which I quickly changed into, and before I left I took the dead Slig's blunderbuss. He wouldn't be needing it anymore.

I traveled back to my place in the constantly complaining mob to see a well-dressed Glukkon in green suddenly walk onto a stage followed by a couple other Glukkons ranging from Puds to Big Cheeses. As the green clad Glukkon got behind his podium the crowed suddenly grew silent.
"As you may or may not know my name is Arnie, CEO of Rupture Farms and head of the Board. I have talked with key members of the Meat is Neat Foundation who have shown me your propositions and discussed certain facts. We here at Rupture Farms were of the first to discover the steady decline of Scrabs and Paramites, creatures needed for our top selling products. Meeches have however become extinct and we unfortunately no longer produce Meech Munchies. With the sudden loss of our work force due to the acts of terrorist Mudokon Abe and his savage companions we have adopted many new recruitment and security policies. As the champion distributer of meat products we do not back down easily to competitors not even after such a terrible atrocity. Rupture Farms has always kept an eye on possible new products from innovative minds while helping out independent business by shipping their wares. I feel that my predecessor Mullock, traitor to the Glukkon race, had recently shied away from our key values towards the meat producing community. Now that I hold the reigns, ties with independent companies will be at an all time rise as Rupture Farms has always been known for. I officially announce that Rupture Farms is opening its doors to independent meat producing industries, with the troubles we face from rising taxes and destructive Mudokon barbarians we as a community must band together to show everyone that we will not back down!"

After Arnie finished his speech countless protesters applauded, some even chanting, "Arnie! Arnie! Arnie! Arnie!"
Glukkons continued to show me just how stupid they were, it was obvious Rupture Farms would betray everyone and buy out all the little companies stealing their produce for their own sales. I shrugged it off, I had more to worry about then Glukkon politics. Jonuk walked over to me the smile on his face impossible to miss. Jonuk happily said, "Ugai I've managed to make a deal with Arnie, CEO of Rupture Farms, we don't have to worry about finding little companies to purchase our Meeps! We have a contract with Rupture Farms. For the next 5 years we can't sell our Meeps to anyone besides Rupture Farms, not that I care sense they are paying twice the price we normally get!"
"Yeah thats great," I replied with false enthusiasm.

The Meat is Neat Foundation threw a giant party for everyone involved, their was plenty of cheap drinks and more gambling then the eye could see. While my boss was singing 'Gluks just want to have fun' I sneaked off looking for something to do. Straying close to Rupture Farms I noticed three people in front of the repair shop. To curious for my own good I stumbled over to see the Mudokon I had saved beat even worse then when I last saw him and two Sligs armed with standard blunderbusses screaming at him.
"Whats going on?" I questioned.
The Slig to the left of the Scrub turned around to face me, "Believe it or not this here Mud went native and killed his coworker, the poor guy was the most vicious Slig I ever knew, he was going to be promoted tomorrow. The Slig just shook his head in disbelief.

"Well you see..." I started to say, when the Mudokon stared at me with his sad yet caring eyes, the Mudokon shook his head trying to tell me to stop.
"The truth is..." I continued. Both the Sligs stood silently listening to what I was saying, then the Scrub spontaneously tackled down one of his jailers wailing at him with his huge hands.
"Help! Help!" The Slig shouted as the Scrub beat the life out of him. The Slig not under attack pulled out his gun and began to carefully aim. I ran as fast as I could hoping to somehow stop the shot, but it was too late. With one steady blast the Slig shot off the young Mudokon's head, the body quickly turning motionless no longer full of life as it had been just seconds ago. I stared at the corpse speechless.
"Yeah I know," one of the Sligs said to me, "You can't ever predict when one of those Muds will go native back to their savage barbarian ways, your lucky to be alive."
The two Sligs walked off and I stood there a moment longer mourning the young Mudokon, he must of realized I was about to turn myself in and screw up my life. That brave Mudokon sacrificed himself so that I wouldn't have to face Skillya's wrath.
Sometimes its so hard to do the right thing.

To be continued...