[Jacob]

Lance re-amerged inside a Slave hut. It was dark with little space, but the shadows gave him a good place to watch, hopefully without been noticed. The clanking of metal pipes being dropped and re-arranged and talking of Orkhids and other specie could be heard around the hut. The cracking of whips could also be heard, and Mudokon's were shouting and cursing for the slaves to work faster.

Slave: "But we cant...we have no water nor food!!"

A slave objected to working any faster. Lance slowly peeked through the crack in the door jorm and saw a Mudokon stood ontop of a wooden pillar 5 feet high. He held a whip and his right eye was scarred and white. The whip was a good length and was tipped with a metal spike at the end. The creature who was objecting was a Orkhid...his hair black, his skin pale. His shirt was torn and tattered and he wore brown raggy shorts.

Mudokon: "QUIET!! You work and you get food...otherwise you die!! That is the way of the Order!!"

The Mud cracked the whip just inches away from the Orkhid, who then toppled over and dropped the metal bars he was carrying.

Mudokon: "What is your name? And number!?"

The Orkhid slowly pushed himself up, out of the muddy ground and stood erect. Eye to eye with his opposer.

Orkhid: "Tobias Arcrangle. Number 83940."

Mudokon: "Right, Commandor...Commandor?"

The Mud turned around on his pedistal like pillar, looking for his comrade. A meek sounding voice came from the hordes of working slaves. A tiny little creature, no bigger than a Slig came darting out, pushing by the weakened slaves with its dark claws. Its skin was covered in white-ish fur and it had small beedy black eyes barely visible. The fur looked like it was originally white but had been blackened by the mud of the ground.

Commandor: "Uhuh...what is wanted?"

The Mud smiled and crouched down so he could speek to this 'thing'.

Mudokon: "We have a 'thinker' in the group of scum. Tobias Acrangle...number of 83940. Tell the Lord of this will you."

The Mud stood up again and turned to the slave who opposed him.

Mudokon: "And while your destiny is being decided by the great Lord...you can go and work in the mines."

Tobias snarled and turned away towards the pits, wading through the mas of mud that envoloped his feet.

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The Commandor was hurrying through the crowds, leaping and dodging the 'scum' that worked there. A stack of metal bars was being piled, awaiting a use. The Commandor merely leaped over them in one single bound. Landing in a brown puddle on the otherside and getting another batch of softened mud in its fur. Finally it came to a metal hut, 2 guards were either side of it. Mudokon guards. Their plumes of feathers colourful and pretty. Dazzling in fact. Machete's were strapped to their legs and they held high-velocity rifles. Each equipped with Laser Sight. They nodded as the little ball of white fluff skitted by them and through the metal door, squeeking in a breathless sort of way.

Commandor: "Sire...Sire...we have...a...*Pants* independant thinker among...am..among the Slaves...a possible...rebel."

The Commandor was in a room were most light was unable to reach. Artificial light was the only kind and that wasn't really natural looking...more of a ultra violet.

Sire: "Commandor...if i have told yer once, i have told yer a thousand times. Dont call me 'Sire'..."

A desk in which the 'Sire' sat was displaying pens and papers. All about new slaves to be bought and such. A leather seat was were the 'Sire' was perched. His light greenish hands rested firmly on the desk. Finally he leaned forward. The leather seat squeeking as he did.

Sire: "Call me Spider..."

(OOC: Hope you dont mind me using Spider Drag and thanx again everyone for the feedback.)