Sorry for double posting, just wanted to put something up.
Skincrawler
Burgeon the glukkon was rather disappointed with Jasper’s failure to bring the traitorous mudokon Slusk and his good smart ass friend Redge the slig to justice.
Since he knew that an entire troop of his slig security force, trained straight from Magog certified barracks, wasn't effective whatsoever. So he decided to roll in the big guns.
*BEEP*
"Boss, someone's here to meet you." a slig spoke over the com.
"Yeah?" Burgeon replyed through his com.
"Who is it?"
"Its that bounty huner you called for."
"Let him through."
Bureon gave a grim smile as the dark figure strolled into his office. Burgeon had temporarily hired a bounty hunter by the name of "Skincrawler". Skincrawler wore very dark clothing, a very worn western-styled hat that covered his face, he carried a variety of weaponry. That included: a pair of pistols, a silenced sub machine gun, a couple of combat knives, and the huge sniper rifle slung over his back.
Burgeon knew that Skincrawer was something called a Vamp, whatever the hell that is.
"Thanks for accepting my offer, Skincrawler." Burgeon said as his assistant, a scrawny slig sifted through some some papers in an attempt to find a picture of each fugitive.
"My pleasure" Skincrawler said, in his gravel-like voice.
"I assume you have some form of transportation?" Burgeon asked with a nervous glance at his sniper.
"My motorcycle."
"Okay, well I expect you to leave ASAP, any questions?" Burgeon said regaining his composture.
"No." Skincrawler replied as he strolled out the door.
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Slusk, Redge, and Mochy finally reached the massive plateau. The gigantic rock formation was peppered with caves and crevices that possibly allowed passages to the other side. The team was exshausted from their trek across the desert an decided to set up camp in one of the higher caves to help them get an upper advantage incase they were ambushed in the night. After the sleeping bags were rolled out and a suitable fire was set, Mochy did not hesitate to crawl into Slusk's sleeping bag. Mochy had grown considerably since their escape from the slog hut, infact, he might aswell have grown into a young adult! Redge was sifting through the supplies they had left and noticed that they were almost out of food and water.
"Hey, Slusk." Redge asked as he continued to sift through his pack.
"Yeah?" Slusk replied.
"We're almost outta food."
"How much longer will it last?" Slusk asked with a worried tone.
"About one or two days, if we're lucky, maybe three."
"Well we better hope that its more hospitable on the other side of this stinking plateau."
The trio had fallen to an exhausted sleep.
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