Armament Reloaded I
Volume 3: If He Fell
As night turned to dawn, a small ray of light cast a beam onto the large factory building on the horizon. Marek was glad to see the ominous shape in the distance. Madmedz was probably one of the best places to work in the whole of Oddworld. The main reasons being the high salary and low fatality rate.
After almost a century of slave labour oppression, the Mudokon workers were finally given fair treatment. They still worked but were now free to choose their profession and not warrant any unfair beatings from the Slig guards.
Marek didn’t like beating up Mudokons. Neither did his squad mates, but previously they did… only because it was the normality back then. Marek personally admired the new law. He saw no honour in beating up Mudokons anymore than shooting at Slurgs.
The oval shape of the factory sparkled lightly in the sunlight which was now pouring over the glass dome. The windows of the small apartments were shining and the landing pads were fully lit as always. Marek and his squad flew closer.
One light appeared. Suddenly a second light appeared, green like the previous one. Then two yellow arms could be seen waving, clutching the orbs. A soft yell could be heard in the distance. As the squad moved closer, the mechanical whirring was made more clear, the red glow of the mask too. Atto was once again waving his batons to indicate where the Sligs should land. “Over here!” he yelled at the top of his voice, “Over here! By the pylon!”
Marek didn’t need telling twice. He set down and swapped his pants over. The squad mates did the same. Reint walked up to Atto. “We need a medic” Atto nodded and clicked a button on his belt, alerting the recon team. Reint thanked him. Krisso placed his hand on Udra’s chest. “I can feel a faint heartbeat, I hope this guy makes it” Marek nodded, “He will, I bet…”
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