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=== Chapter 8: Worst Intentions ===
A few minutes passed, Yars came back to the table carrying a tray of brew.
It was not long after that the all of the lights in the bar started flickering.

Marek looked up, "That's odd, I've never seen that happening before".
Without warning, a lightning bolt hit one of the communication towers, the room went pitch black, all electronics in the room shut down.

"Awwww", Krisso spilled his drink. Everyone was talking and looking around now, the atmosphere was different now.

Yars stood up, and activated his BlitzKnife's secondary function, as a temporary torch.
Reint got to his feet, "Could this have something to do with Voll's escorts?".

None of the Sligs answered, they feared the worst and all headed for the exit.
One of the Glukkons was irritated and was yelling at the top of his lungs.

The security orbs floating around the main hallway began lighting up more than usual, acting as a kind of emergency lighting system.

Yars led the way down the hallway, "Voll said he was going to head to the East sector today, he never said what for". Marek was getting restless, "I just hope Voll's alright. He's been a good commander to us all".

As Krisso went around the corner, he spotted something out of the ordinary. One of the escorts was slumped against a wall. Krisso ran towards him, realizing that he had been shot in the lower torso on his left side. "Are you alright bud? What happened?". The Slig was clearly in no fit state to talk, he was trying desperately to stop the wound from bleeding. "Voll... He's in danger...".

Reint took out his medipak and sat down next to him. "I'll help him, go make sure Voll is alright". Marek nodded and the other Sligs headed down the hallway.

As Marek turned around the next corner, he ducked and barely avoided being shot. He realised that it was not a rogue Slig, but a malfunctioning piece of machinery. Vykker-made, he thought to himself.

Voll’s yell could be heard nearby, Marek had to act fast.
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