CHAPTER 8
The high abandoned base appeared in their sight after a few days of marsh. It wasn’t a very welcome sight. The party seemed a bit angrier at the appearance of the base. Elix, on the other hand, seemed a bit relieved. Like if this was something he’s been longing for.
“Ok, buddies! Set up camp, tomorrow we’ll go into the place and whack some butts… If there are some…”
They all started setting up the tents (all except Jekketh, who still was mad at the guys who’d laughed at him the last time.), but stopped when something extremely weird appeared. Up on the very roof of the base, flickered a light. Like of a giant fire.
“What the hell?!” some people said when they stopped the work and looked up. Rhan and Jekketh looked at each other. They knew. It meant big trouble. Something came crushing through the bushes, screaming:
“YES YES YES! FREEDOM! FREEDOM!”
The screamer suddenly halted and looked around, realizing he was surrounded by various races, all carrying very big or very many guns.
“Oh, **** it…” he mumbled. They saw it was a vykker holding a large bag that was open in various places. Inside it they caught a glimpse of metal. Elum walked forward to him. The vykker stared at him.
“Wha’? Have I done somethin?”
“Oh, not at all.” Said Elum, smiling. “We’re just gonna ask a few, no, a lot of questions, and then keep you as a hostage. We like pain, you see…”
The vykker stood as paralyzed for a while and then his face broke into a grin.
“Oh, yeah? Well, it can’t be worse than what I just left. My real name is an embarrassment, but you guys can all call me Needle. I’m a…” he paused. “…Er… A vykker… scientist.”
“Oh, yeah?” Elix said and lowered his gun. Everyone else did as well, and started to wonder where Needle actually came from.
“Where did you come from?” Elix said and started the questioning. Needle carefully laid down the bag on the ground. He looked up and pointed at the building.
“From there! I’ve been hiding in there for a freaking week! Do you know how hard it is to be this much overweight, have three stupid legs, have bad eyes, run half the time, not being able to sleep, jump over massive holes, being this close to death at least twice a minute and on the same time protect my babies?!! No, I suspected that you didn’t…”
Needle crossed his arms and looked pissed. Elix didn’t seem to care…
“What’s in there? Nothing? A animal? Murderer? Killing viruses?”
Needle glanced at him.
“All I know is that it is a she. She usually sits and has fun with the speakers, so I suspect it’s a murderer and not a animal.”
“Has fun?”
“You know, screaming, hissing, growling, hurling curses or just plain breathing. I think she’s got a little cuckoo in her brainy…” he said and pointed his finger at his head. Elix was silent for a while, thinking.
“Do you know how to navigate in there?”
“Pfft, no problemos!” Needle said, nodding. “Mesa been working there for 8 years! Imagine! I know quite much…”
“Would you have anything against going in again.”
“Oh no, not at all. I think it’s a pleasure to face death. Oh yeah. I have an idea. Why don’t we go pick some flowers and give them to other people for them to put on our unmarked graves? OF COURSE I have something against going in again!”
“Then you’ll draw us a map.”
“Fine. If you help me back to normal people, I’ll help ya.”
People went back to their small chores.
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