This is a semi-sequel to Imadaeth. There will be a bit of a recap later on, so you don't have to go back and read the original story if you don't want to. I'm quite pleased with the characters I've included in this story. I think overall this will be much better than my original Imadaeth fanfic. Enjoy!
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Neso's Ego Trip
=Part 1=
My name is Neso. I am a normal mudokon by most standards. I can chant, I can possess things... you know, the usual stuff. My soul is whole and undamaged. My original body was in perfect condition, but is trapped behind a wall and frozen completely solid, probably forever. The body I'm currently using... well, sharing is that of Imadaeth, an escaped renegade Slig.
At first, I thought he'd try and drive me out or something... but in fact, I think he likes it. I'm sleeping now, but Imadaeth is keeping watch for me. We work like a tag-team now, we can switch in and out of conciousness whenever we like. It's quite funny... but I don't think any of my old mudokon friends would believe me if I told them.
Imadaeth was staring out into the night. A strange sense of wonder and curiosity coming over him. Why do I exist? Why was I created to be immortal? What... should I do with my life? He sighed and proceeded to look at the stars.
Meanwhile, a plan was underway. A plan by vicious delegates and pencil-pushing Vykkers. They were going to recoup their losses in the best way they could. They need to get Imadaeth's body back for tests and extermination. There was only one way they could fight back.
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It was one week after the massive explosion in the warehouses, I was one of the Sligs that nearly got blown to bits. My left arm is totally gone, right down to the shoulder socket... it hurts like heck, hopefully I'll get a new arm sometime soon.
We're at the Vykkers now, we heard they were offering some prototype robotic arm implants. Here comes the head Vykker.
"Ah, well Mr.Sanrak, that new arm should do you nicely". We see an older Slig walking past us with a robotic arm, he nods and walks out the door, still trying to work out how to use the arm properly. One of the other Sligs mutters "Lucky scrabber". I look at the Vykker.
"Well, unfortunately we've run out of robotic limbs, but we can try a few other... methods...", at first every Slig in the room raised their eyebrows, but since we didn't really have any choice, we accepted and decided to take whatever they gave us. I walked in the door first, not knowing what would happen to me.
A few weeks pass, I wake up with a stiff neck and sore eyes. I have a flashback to what the Vykker was doing to me.
"Ah yes, another... subject... Let's see how he reacts to the new... 'implant'...", the Vykker leaves the room. My vision goes black as I recall another flashback, "Hmmm, a ferocious appetite there I see, well... there's plenty more Slurgs where that came from". I hear a nasty squelching sound and the sound of ripping flesh, it's hard to tell where the sound is coming from.
Back to the present, I open my eyes... the light is harsh so I can't really see much. I glance to my right side... I see my remaining good arm. I flex my muscles and move my fingers, full control. I sigh and put my head back on the table. Suddenly I feel a cold chill as I hear that sick liquid noise by my side again. I close my eyes and hope it goes away, I feel a strange tingling on the left side of my chest, at first I ignore it... but it feels like something is rubbing my chest. At least I can't stand it any longer and open my eyes.
Opening my eyes... was a big mistake.
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I'll give you a clue, he doesn't wake up with a robotic arm
