"No way". Brak was speechless, Nathaniel nudged him, "He's alive, I've seen him myself! He's got a robotic arm to replace the old one!". "Blimey, bet that hurt a bit".
They talked for a while, Brak was getting more and more sleepy, but Nathaniel was restless.
Brak walked over to Nathaniel. "Hey, want something to help you get to sleep". Nathaniel raised an eyebrow, "You sure?". "Yeah, just puff on this for a bit". Brak held out a leafy green coloured cig. "Alright".
Nathaniel puffed on the cig, drawing a few breaths. In a few moments he was lying back on the bed, his eyes closing and his mind racing and pacing. Brak laughed and took the cig back, "Good times, nothing like a bit of Barkash for the soul eh?".
Nathaniel woke up the next morning. Brak was already eating some toast nearby. Nathaniel looked at him, "Thanks for the cig last night", "No probs mate... So, where are you stationed today?". Nathaniel looked at his rota, "Zulag 2, Well... I'd better get goin', see ya".
Brak smiled, thinking "he seems to be getting along pretty well now". Later that day, Nathaniel met Westy and told him the good news, "So yer found 'im eh? That's good to know... Glad I could help". Nathaniel nodded, "Thanks for helping me, and thanks for lending me the Slog too". "I think he likes yer, he's been pinning for other Sligs for quite a while... Maybe you can take him out next time you go on the night shift?", "Sure!". Nathaniel shook his hand and then left.
Nathaniel was pleased with his life... he made new friends and now he was a happy Slig.
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Well, that's about it for this story for now. I might revisit it sometime, either to do a flashback or a continuation. But for now I think I'll let Nathaniel and Brak's friendship develop a little more on it's own.
The idea of a robotic Slig arm might come back as well... but you'll have to wait and see. Thanks for all the comments about this fanfic. Glad you liked it.
