Gewehr stumbled as the Mudokon attacker finally got off of him and nearly lost his balance as the Mud bashed him from behind. The Mudokon was saying something, but the northern Slig missed it in his state of confusion, fear, and rage. The offensive Mud ran over to the cowering one. Gewehr just stared... completely dumb struck. While the first Mudokon was understandable for not obeying as it looked suicidal... the other just attacked him for no reason. Gewehr tried to calm himself and think... a rare thing for a Slig. There had to be a logical reason as to why a Mudokon, an unarmed forgettable member of society, attacked a Slig... a security officer.
As Gewehr stood there contemplating how to react to the situation suddenly the room began to shake. The huge thing((Skullik)) swore in a very loud manner which seemed to be the source of all the shaking. The thing roared and charged towards Gewehr. Acting first and thinking second, as all Sligs are prone to do, the northern Slig held down the trigger on his gun on the attempt to defend himself from the giant beast. Nothing happened. Gewehr then inwardly swore as he realized the safety was on. The prideful Slig never used the safety feature unless he was forced too, which was the case during his trip to Rupture Farms while he was riding the Feeco train. Gewehr concluded that he had simply forgotten to switch it back upon leaving the train. Gewehr looked up from his gun to see if the beast had noticed what had just transpired, but the thing didn't seem to notice the gun at all. It was raising its fist and screaming something. It made a feint with one its fists, perhaps a scare tactic, then spoke through brandished teeth: "Git yer slimy face back ta work and LEAVE THEM ALONE!!!!"
Gewehr stood there for a moment unsure what to do. Then decided to do as the giant beast suggested. The prideful Slig regained his composure then brought out his squad leading voice, "Ah'hem. Big one ya make a good point. We were hired here to get work done, not attack each other." Gewehr attached his gun to his pants and began to use his hands for gestures which he hoped would help convey his point. "Now as is standard wit my race it is my job to over see everything and make sure we are working efficiently as possible. As for you Mudokons it is your job to do the more... 'demanding' tasks. I've never worked with such a big guy before, but da boss says you're muscle. So if you see anything you can do to help your coworkers out please feel free to assist. Oh and um... don't worry about that Mudokon too much. I did nothing dat would hurt him too much, just the usual disciplinary action used to 'encourage' continual obedience. Da worst he should suffa is a small bruise. Now while it is my job to over see things don't think of me as your 'boss'. You should think of me as a friend helping you to achieve your goals. Lastly before we get these production lines back in motion I would like it if everyone would introduce themselves to each otha so we can work more adequately as a team. My name is Gewehr((pronounced Guy-vahr)). I came to Rupture Farms because this beautiful industry promises so many amazing benefits. How bout ya'll?"
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Doe watched as Dionysia, the dark skinned Mudokon, said something towards the Glukkon boss Arnie in a upset manner. Doe couldn't help but find pleasure in her discomfort. She should have to suffer just as he did. He really didn't know her too well, but she appeared to be one of the 'pro-industrial' Mudokons. The Mudanchee warrior in disguise decided he would learn her story before passing judgment. He watched as she stromed out of the cafeteria, he couldn't help but enjoy the way her hips swayed back and forth. Not to mention how her appealing thighs complemented the rest of her curved body... wait what? Doe shook his head in disbelief. What had he just been thinking? What did Dionysia's body have to do with anything? The native warrior had much work to do in order to save his people. This was no time to be starting at back ends! Doe made his was back to the kitchen, but something was physically disturbing him. His white and black shorts seemed to of somehow gotten tighter.
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