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.: Chapter II :.

Dull pounding on the central gates awoke the sleepy slig guard. He slipped and crashed in a heap off the back of his chair. The slamming did not stop and the slig groaned and clasped his head. He had no doubt overdone it on the alochol rations last night. He checked the CCTV outside, it was another slig, funny looking, with a custom mask. *fucking hell, shut up,* He flipped a catch and opened the doors but also secretly summoned two big brothers just in case there was trouble.
The slig marched in through the long entrance corridor and stood in the rig lobby. It's head was down at the floor and it wore a sort of shawl. The security slig noted two holstered blitzpacker pistols inside it's belt, just poking through the covering and a long carbine rifle packed onto his back, nestled in between two shoulder packs.
After a minute of silence, it looked up and cocked its head at the security slig who silently hoped the big bro's would hurry the hell up and get over here now.
"Who are you? I need ident," the slig began but the creature before him simply held up his ID card and then withdrew it into one of his pockets.
"Listen, I'm gonna have to take...you back outside...if you don't...speak up,"
The newcomer flipped a catch on his custom mask and a funny clicking began to sound, his eye visors glazed over from red to black and a whirring noise took over and sounded quietly from his mouth piece, "I am Unit 19, albino subject eight. I am your new guardian superior and have been directed across the whole of Paramonia to bring up productivity in this new facility."
"But...we've only be working for...four months," the security guard exclaimed.
"Yes, I was told to come over here after the first month, it took me three months to get here."
"What, did you walk or something?" The security slig laughed at his joke but the albino slig simply stared grudgingly at him.
"Yes, I did. I started from the Slig Barracks but received a free lance job, something important, got paid handsome and then walked here."
The slig's jaw dropped, "But your legs, they would have seized up surely?"
"I am an elite ranger, all my gear is custom made, custom spec and has been bought for fair sums of moolah, all worth it though. I am the best fighter in Mudos."
"Oh yeah?" A deep voice came from the gloom of the internal factory doors. It was security. One of the big bro's stepped forward and another followed suit, each one carried super blitzedge knives but one of the two also carried a heavy snuzi.
"Are you causing trouble for security bitch?" Asked one who had a remarkably extensive vocabulary.
"Yes," the slig began sarcastically, "Yes, I'm causing trouble, look at all the dead bodies lying around, look at this guard pissing himself over he- oh, you haven't have you?"
"Right, get out of here freak, you should have died back in the birthing complex. Fucking mutant."
Unit 19 albino subject 8 suddenly went rigid, his eyebrows stiffened and he retracted his visors to reveal scarred small eyes.
"Do you know how I survived in a birthing complex in the slig barracks?"
The two big brothers stared at each other and then looked back at the albino, perplexed.
"I spent five months hiding, eating slurgs from under a sewer grate while repetetive searches were made to find me and kill me, I killed a slig without pants, I stole his weapon and pants and began a nine month slaughter of two hundred of the three hundred sligs in my block. I broke into the resident glukkon executive of the slig barracks room and shot him in the legs, he requested to be saved and I allowed him to live, in return, I was allowed to live, and fight and hunt. I spent two years in death watch and then the last three in a rogue faction known as the Elite Ranger 200. Now I'm here, and for fuck sake. You think I'm a mutant? Look at you, you were scrawnier than this stupid fucker at some point till you got your greasy fingers on 'roids," The slig smiled and pointed at the security slig who stared angrily into space.
"Fuck...you," shouted one of the big bro's and in a remarkably underthought move, he fired a salvo of poorly guided shots at Unit 19 who smiled and lunged behind the security sligs desk.
Shots ricocheted off the wood but it wouldn't be long before the big bro's simply tore through the place with bullets or knives. Unit 19 leapt into the air and darted forward in one fluid motion, the sligs bullets missed their target and Unit 19 kept running until he was adjacent to both enemies. He gripped his pistols and slung them into the air before leaping up and bringing them crashing down on the beasts' heads. They sunk down into heaps and Unit 19 smiled before firing two shots off, one into each sligs skull.
"Springs, springs in my legs, I can sprint and jump, not like you lumbering bastards," and with that he fired off another shot at the security slig, the bullet hit its mechanical legs and brought it crashing down into the floor, it sobbed like a child and Unit 19 turned away in disgust.
"I have a meeting with the Jr. Executives, they won't be happy about your trivial attempt to finish off their most expensive asset, well, perhaps, if you'd been successful." He laughed and wandered into the gloom of the drilling room.