Svag stood by, listening to the almost one- sided conversation. Dementa had some problem with the Vykkers. Svag didn't know much about the Vykkers, because of the fact he lived alone, distant from most other civilization on Mudos. He did know, however, that Vykkers meant trouble. Dementa obviosly knew that; either from being told about them or from personal experiance.
Svag looked up at the ship to see that more pods were coming down. A few of them had already landed and were unloading Snoozers and BigBro sligs. "You there!" shouted one of the larger sligs. "Stand where you are!" Svag reluctantly turned the safety back off and shouldered his gun. He didn't want to kill his own kind but...
No, they're not my kind. Svag thought. My kind have been dead for a long time...
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