Armament Reloaded I
Volume 4: Trapped in a Moment
They brought him to the medical facilities on the other side of the factory. Here, the Vykkers reigned supreme. The Interns walked around and performed menial duties, taking orders from their masters. Marek’s squad were as nervous as they could be. They didn’t even have their own injuries checked out, Udra was their top priority. They took him to an empty bed and then called for help. The Vykkers approached him and started their medical recovery work.
A week later, the squad came back to check on his progress. Udra’s wounds were completely healed, his breathing was steady and he was in a stable condition. However, there was something wrong. He didn’t respond to any noises or forms of physical contact. He was trapped within his own body. The blow from the Scrab affected him more severely than anyone could imagine.
Marek sighed, “We’ll have to go to Gleebles without him” Reint nodded. Krisso placed his shoulder on Udra. They then left the medical room, heading for the helipads. Krisso was in a state of shock, “I can’t get a grip… this is just, so terrible” Reint looked at Krisso, “I know, but we have to carry on with our missions. Maybe he’ll get better” Marek nodded but secretly he was deeply concerned for his friend.
Gleebles was a small factory. There were several herds of Meep, along with a couple of captured Scrabs. Marek didn’t like seeing Scrabs captured, but he was thankful that at least these ones were better secured than the last Scrab he saw. These ones were chained to metal posts dug into the ground. The fences were tall and lightly electrified. The floor itself was sloping downwards, making it impossible for a Scrab to jump or leap any significant distance. The Scrabs inside walked around and made chirping noises every so often, they were somewhat content.
Gleebles itself was little more than a few shacks. The Mudokon huts were scattered across the valley. Gleebles had no need for Slig security guards, partly because they were so far away from any civilization. Marek’s squad walked through the shacks and made their way to the Glukkon executive office. “Sup”, said a voice from the inside of the shack. Marek entered the shack and saw the Glukkon. The Glukkon was likely to be a chump level executive. He was wearing a red suit and still had some cheap white cigs, similar in composition to the regular Slig cigarettes. Krisso stepped forward, “So what seems to be the problem here?”
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