I also listed the weaponry he uses. Speaking of which... heres the next part!
The Jungle part II
Slusk cradled Mochy in his arms as he crashed through tree tops, he felt the stings and blows of branches whipping against his back and head. Redge was also getting beaten pretty bad. They both fell in a rather small pond, deep enough to cushion their fall, but not nessasarily drown them. Slusk wadded to shore with Mochy still braced against his chest. Redge crawled to shore, his mechanical pants wet and beaten up. Slusk let Mochy hop out of his hands then he ran over to Redge, who was rummaging through his pack and discarding ruined or useless item, some of which included matches, food, medicine... every item even more important to their survival than the next.
"Redge, we lost everything!" Slusk said with a slight sob to his voice.
"Not everything, we still have pans and filters and what not." Redge replied still rummaging.
"I better go and forage. Right?"
"Aha!" Redge exclaimed as he pulled a small toolbox out of his pack.
"What's that?" slusk asked unsheathing his machete.
"My pants repair toolkit." Redge replied as he started to replace pieces of his mechical pants.
Slusk went out into the jungle, followed by Mochy who scampered nearby sniffing out for some small animal to devour. After several hours of non-stop foraging, Slusk and Mochy returned with a sack of goods slung over his shoulder. He had collected mushrooms, berries, nuts, and some meat he carved from a rather large fleech he found in a tree. Redge had set up camp and already had his pan ready for a nice meal.
"Ok, Redge, we need to find out where we are and exactly where we might be going. I think we should go to the eastern coast and find some work there."
"Yeah, that would work fine, but we would need to change our names or something." Redge said as he picked his teeth with a piece of bone.
"Or, we could hide out here..."
*****
Jasper just heard that bounty hunter scum was sent to kill his brother's murderer. He fumed with rage and hatred, mostly against that oaf Burgeon. Jasper wouldn't leave his promise to Victor incomplete. He went to his room, grabbed his carbine and other supplies and stormed off to the barracks. He needed someone to cover for him, and he knew an idiot perfect for the job. He sneaked into Grom's dormitory, and sure enough, Grom was snoozing away. Jasper considered writing his slig comrade a note, but he knew most slig's couldn't read. Jasper jabbed Grom with the butt of his rifle and Grom sprung to face Jasper.
"Jasper? whatcha doin?" Grom asked rubbing his eyes.
"Snap to attention, I need you to cover cam duty for me while I sneak out." Jasper explained as he slung his rifle.
"Ok? I don't have anything to do anyways."
Jasper went to the gate control just to see the guard asleep, as usual. He opened the main gate and took one of the vans sitting out in the parking lot. He then drove off into the night.
*****
Skincrawler was now speeding through the desert keeping an eye on the faint tracks he discovered wandering off into the wastes. He decided to take off his tunic which left his brown undershirt so he doesn't boil in his dark clothing. According to the tracks, the fugitives were headed to the plateau, and according to his GPS, there was jungle beyond that. Tracking them through there will be hard. To pass the time, Skincrawler turned on the radio.
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