This is my 2nd-3rd fanfic, this is the continuation of Slusk's Oddysee (Which I was too lazy to finish). If you haven't read Slusk's Oddysee, heres a link:
http://www.oddworldforums.net/showthread.php?t=19080. Now to the fanfic!
The March
Slusk, Redge, and Mochy trodded the desert path, headed for the plateaus in the distance. Redge had disinfected and bandaged the bullet wound he had endured during the mountain side assault. The crew had been walking days on end towards the plateaus that never got closer, the desert winds didn't make it easier.The cacti and the shrubs looked the same and there were always eerie howls in the black of night. None of them felt safe. One day, while they were walking, Redge struck up a conversation...
"Hey, Slusk. This situation we're in... its making me think." Redge remarked.
"How so?" Slusk asked as he stopped momentarily.
"Well, we never ACTUALLY discussed where the hell we're going."
"I never really thought of that either. We actually didn't have alot of time to think this through properly. It was more of a hit and run, remember?" Slusk explained.
"Oh ya..."
The crew continued their relentless march across the desert.
*****
Jasper was sitting in a barrack dormitory, staring at the floor. He couldn't believe he had lost to a mud, a traitorous slig, and a sloggy. What had gone so terribly wrong? That mud had laid waste to his entire troop, well, except for him and another slig private named Grom. He had awakened several hours after the battle, and scavengers were already picking at what was left of his team. Jasper had shooed them off with a couple of blasts from his carbine and checked for survivors. He found Grom, called for a chopper to pick them up, and they returned to the factory. He got demoted and was given camera duty for several months to come. He had failed Victor... He hadn't fufilled his promise, but he will... someday...