[AlexFili]

Hello, this is my first fanfiction. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Most of my oddworld knowledge concerns AO and AE, I haven't played MO or SW much yet.

First I'd like to start off by defining the term Armament, the name of the series I'm writing;

ar·ma·ment n.

1. The weapons and supplies of war with which a military unit is equipped.
2. All the military forces and war equipment of a country. Often used in the plural.
3. A military force equipped for war.
4. The process of arming for war.

I'll leave you to decide which of the four statements relates the most to the series.

=== Armament 1: Slig’s Brigade===
=== Chapter 1: Differences===

Sligs come in many shapes and sizes. Small and short, stocky and tall, some were odd. The environments where they live show subtle, yet influential differences as well.

Marek has probably one of the best pairs of lungs in the whole Slig population. He was born into the very first smoke-free industrial factory. Although most Sligs found this quite a shock, eventually they realized how much moolah they could save, but also how much increase in lifespan they got in return.

Krisso had a more violent upbringing than most Sligs, as he was part of the 15 hour watch team in a factory which houses many dangerous and wild creatures. While this served as good practice, he has learned some harsh lessons about life. He made some friends in that factory, with which he told many daring stories. He was quite a role model to the other Sligs, and was always happy to lend a hand for a friend in need. He recieved a lot of physical fitness training while in the factory, so he is more athletic than most other Sligs.

Reint started life in a very different way. He was in a violence-free environment, a meat factory near one of the largest forests. The interesting new Glukkon ethic of treating Mudokons and Sligs in exactly the same way, no violence/no problems, proved to be quite a good moolah-maker, as there was little need for replacements or medical expenses. The Sligs acted more as guards then slavemasters, and the Mudokons got a better deal when it came to work. However, other Glukkon rivals didn’t want this kind of ethic to succeed and many sent their own thugs and vandals to try and stir up trouble. Thankfully the Glukkon in charge of security had a promising idea. Battle at close-range typically involves a lot of blood being spilt, mostly innocent blood, so the idea was to kit out Sligs with long-distance sniper rifles. If they could fire from a distance, they could effectively stop the rebels dead in their tracks, before they even got near the workforce. The skill set was different to a rifle, but many of the Sligs coped relatively well with the change in armament. Reint was especially keen to try out the new equipment. He was one of the first Sligs to purchase night-vision goggles, continuing to use the first pair he ever received.

That was in the past, the three Sligs now work for a higher power.
They stood side by side, waiting for their orders.

The name of the leader was Marek. The weapon he carelessly twirled around in his fingers like a baton was the ever powerful Moch .36 Revolver.
Capable of armour-piercing, quite deadly, in the right hands, his hands.
His quick-draw skills were perfected, allowing him ample time to shoot his 6 shots, and then reload; ready for the next strike, with two revolvers he was even more deadly.
He knows the best way to disarm an enemy Slig, one shot in the lower arm, just above the wrist. Not only is there a lot of pain, but their weapon becomes useless as they become too weak to hold the weapon up properly.

On his right, the shorter but faster, Krizzo. Whereas most Sligs like standard issue rifles to some extent, few can move around the battlefield with such ease as Krizzo. He can keep up with the majority of opponents he faces, outmatching them in stamina, quick thinking and wit. He keeps his rifle on burst-fire setting, and keeps a steady aim at virtually any speed. He is often the first to taunt in battle, and the last to comment about how badly his opponents were beaten. Impressing people is something he enjoys immensely.

On his left, his taller second-in-command, Reint. He was a patient Slig, who would often keep watch for long periods of time without taking more then five minutes of break in his allotted shift. At night, he was even more so, staring into the night as long as physically possible. He even got a night-vision visor fitted, which was not cheap. He is accurate to an astonishing degree with any gun, but his true skill is with a Varmint Mod-3 Sniper Rifle. He is able to pick off targets from a long distance with ease. He can even predict changes in the wind, adjusting his aim to an amazing degree to correct any misaligned shot.

Marek’s Squad, a force to be reckoned with, although they didn't just accept any job thrust upon them. They were mercenaries for hire, but with a purpose. They only took jobs that they felt comfortable with, always weighing the risk with reward, and this next assignment would be very risky.

“Lock n’ load” said Marek.