OOC: Ignore my last Sturg post.
IC: Sturg slowly came into consciousness. Guuuuh...he felt terrible. But then he saw his own body...that didn't help much, though he seemed a bit better than he had been. He lay his head back and scanned the room. Creatures on beds, with pipes and things...the lab. Yesterday. After the events, the Vykkers had decided to save him, but in return they had wanted to use him to make more Meeches...he'd have to discuss it more thoroughly later, and so they could help him also...for now, however, he needed to rest, and let his body repair itself...
Slash began to stir, seeing others moving around. What a night that had been...absolute chaos. He stretched his arms out, groaning, and then lay back. He remembered last nights doodles...he felt for his gun and picked it up, and took up his wrench and began unscrewing the handle. Good wake up exercise...forcing yourself to concentrate.
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