(ooc;sorry i been gone again!)
Kelp steps outta the bushes. He glances around.
"Sure made a goddamm mess of this place, but a few of the basterd got splatted. Least I got my knife back."
Kelp leaned down, and pulled the knife from the grip of a dead Veltronix, one that Svag had riddled. It didn't know what the knife was, but it knew it was somehow a weapon for this slig. But Kelp was still puzzled.
"This thing had my knives, but not my gun. Well, what happened to our mighty friend?"
Kelp leans over, and with his gloved hand, rolls Dementa over.
"Vicious. Well, lemme go get some healin' herbs to try an' save 'er."
Kelp walks over, and suddenly sees his twin pistols lying on the ground.
"What the hell..."
Then he sees the large assault rifle (ooc;if anyone plays halo, picture the assault rifle off that!), Magog Cartel issue. With some psychotic upgrades.
"Nice little gift... HOLY SHIT SVAG, COME LOOK AT THIS!"
Laying at his feet is a slig hunting party. Their bodies have been disemboweled, and they have been staked by the hands and stomach so they hang off the ground. Some even have organs laying near them. Only one still has his guts. He is only cut open at the stomach. The one that still clings to life, before he passes out of consciousness, sees Kelp's rank marker and attempts a feeble salute, while trying to get to the pants beneath his dying form. He is the only other slig like Kelp, only a little taller, about mudokon height.
"Lieutenant Ajax Morio, reporting for duty, sah..."
(OOC: NOBODY CONTROL THE LIEUTENANT, HE IS GONNA FILL IN SOME OF KELP'S PAST!")
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