[Zozo the Zrilufet]

OOC: Me try.

(Mudokon Fortress, on the ground)
Egamorf the teenage mudokon with a young face woke up slowly from sleeping outside. It was another usual day in the native place he had found. He groaned at the sun, screwed his eyes shut and rolled over. He wouldn't be beaten by a gigantic distant fireball! Egamorf, the former scrub slave, would sleep in!....Unless one of the tomahawkers woke him up. He moaned.

(Slig Barracks, on the ground)
Fromage, the one armed teenage walking slig, slept like a baby on the dusty earth, yawning cutely as he awoke. He shrieked like a girl to a spider when he saw the red light, before realising it was just another one of those industrial things. He ran in the general direction of it, his prosthetic limb by his side. He vowed to prove himself worthy and useful to his superiors. Tiredness wouldn't let him down or hold him back.