[GlacierDragon]

great! The Flying Scrab is a real interresting character. So Vechk wants to use it for chasing Shrown and the others? I'm verry curious about what happens next

Thank you.

I bet I know what's gonna happen here. But I don't want to tell anyone.

No, don't ruin anything for the others! I'd like to here what you think though, especially since I'm not even sure what's going to happen...

Its interesting to hear things from the scrab's point of view. Speaking of which, are you gonna draw a picture of the scrab with its armor and mechanical arms? I think it would be really cool to see. ^^

Thanks. I'm in the middle of drawing the Scrab at the moment, so when it's done I'll put it in my art thread.

glacierdraqgon i made a sprite on mspaint of the flying scrab (without the armour)

PS i am writing my own fanfiction

Wooh, I have people doing fanart of my fanfic! Good job and everything. Are you going to post your fanfic on the forums?

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Chapter 20

“Once you find them, don’t kill them or they won’t be worth as much. Bring them straight back here. Understand?”

The experiment nodded; a gesture it had learnt from watching Vechk. Finally it was going to spread its wings and to see the outside world.

Of course, Vechk new there was a chance the Scrab could decide not to come back. To make sure this didn’t happen he implanted a tracking device under its skin without it knowledge, so if it did decide to fly off he could find it.

He knew if the Scrab was successful and brought in all four Sligs, he would get a vast amount of Moolah. This he could then use to carry on his research and experiments. It was a perfect plan that couldn’t go wrong. He new the Scrab would succeed

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“So,” Creck says.

“So,” I say.

“What now?” This is Zevenk, who’s peering over my shoulder.

“We’ll have to go around and try not to be seen. It will take us more time but if we’re careful…” I trail off.

The tower disappeared from sight at about midmorning. The river has lost all signs of pollution, so we think it looks safe to drink from. At noon we managed to scrounge some fruit from a couple of trees to keep our hunger at bay.

Things were going fine up until now. We’ve come across a Native Mudokon village. Well, it looks more like a fortress than a village, complete with watchtowers, Mudarchers, great big gates; the works. If they see us we’ll be greatly outnumbered, not to mention that we’ve only got one gun between us.

“There are plenty of trees to give us cover,” I continue. “I’m sure we can sneak past if we stay hidden and be quiet.”

“I have an idea!” Blege announces. We stare at him, hopeful. “Why don’t we send Mud-hugger here” he gestures to Creck, “in to ask for safe passage?” He forms a sarcastic grin. Meanwhile, Creck glares, trying to keep himself from punching Blege in the face.

“What was that for?” I say. “So he helped a couple of Mudokons escape, who cares? It’s all in the past and there’s nothing you or anyone else can do about it. So why do you have to keep bringing it up and having a go at him?” I don’t raise my voice during my speech, but the hostility is there.

Blege frowns slightly. I don’t even think he knows why he hates Creck. He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times before saying, “It’s just not right, letting slaves escape. He should be punished –”

“What are your opinions of me?” I cut him off.

“Well, you seem decent and…what has this got to do with anything?”

“You consider me as a friend?”

He nods his head, confused.

“Then you might like to know that the reason I was put in prison was because I refused to shoot a slave.”

Oh Odd, why the hell did I just say that?

Zevenk shifts away from us slightly and starts to study the sky. Blege looks even more confused than ever.

“You heard me, I helped a Mudokon. And before I told you, you considered me as ‘decent’. I guess now you’ll start abusing me as well, am I right?”>>

Blege shakes his head. “I’m surrounded by idiotic Mud-huggers,” he says, mainly to himself.

“I’m not a Mud-hugger,” Zevenk tells him.

“I don’t know that, do I? You could be just like them, for as far as I’m concerned. That’s it, you lot can head north or whatever, but I’m going my own way. Hopefully we’ll never see each other again.”

Without another word he stomps off through the trees, ignoring me when I call his name. I try to go after him but Zevenk holds me back. He doesn’t say anything to me; merely shakes his head.

“Um…” Creck begins. “Is this a bad time to say that the only reason I helped those Mudokons was because I wanted to get back at my boss?”