IC: Slash saw the sniper Slig aim his rifle. Slash double checked his shotgun, flew a little higher to the ceiling, and slowly went in closer to the Scrab, keeping his gun held towards it. Take no chances, Scrabs had proven a real problem in Vykkers labs when they did escape. Damn things. They usually took down a few Sligs and Interns before they went down, and this was befroe they'd been experimented on. This on with six legs was bad news. He was suddenly even more immensely graceful for the heli-pants. He gave them a solid pat in thanks, then concentrated on his firearm again. As he aimed it at the Scrab, he looked at the gun and thought "Hell, after this, I'mma upgradin' this baby. Must be outdated by now..."
Oh no, the Slig had seen him! But it didn't fire at all. It spoke to him. Did it know that he could speak industrial? He tried his best in the language to reply "Uh...nothing?" He remained solid on the ground.
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