[Jacob]

(OOC: I was bored...i wrote...i await a reply!!)

Voice: "C'mon!! Move it!! We gotta get this load out by nightfall!!"

An Orkhid dressed in blue overalls and equipped with a clipboard was shouting to a group of seven Mudokon Slaves that the Co-operation had purchased from the Glukkons. They were fit and healthy, each with their very own Company name. Names that were mainly numeral orientated, of course. The Orkhid was ordering them all to move a big metal crate of Foetus' to the van which was parked a few metres away from the storage facility. The 'goods' were heavy and took the Mudokons all their strength to move it a few inches.

Orkhid: "Hey, hey, hey!! No slacking...help your mates or go to the states. You know the rules!!"

It was a corny line used by many Orkhids who were trying to motivate different specie into working for them. By 'States' they meant 'City' and everyone knows that the City is no place for the Native folk. Foreigners were very much welcomed in the City, of course, thats mainly because they are vulnerable and naive. But you dont find that out until your stripped of everything you owned and left for trash.

Mudokon #3: "But sir, we're thirsty and would sure welcome a bit of water."

The Orkhid smiled and stroked his short, brown hair. Tapping the clipboard on his left leg.

Orkhid: "Yesss, i'm sure you would. But if we don't get this cargo to the Xen Labs then we're all going to be screwed. Now, hurry up and finish and i will get you what you want."

The Mudokon hushed up and got back to pushing the crate. When they had finally got it upto the van they then had to lift it and place it in the back. The transport was black with the Red Orkhid logo on the doors.

Mudokon #2: "Iight, on da count of twee. One...Tooo...TWEE!!"

All of the Slaves lifted the crate off of the ground, their legs trembling and close to buckling under the weight of such a heavy object. Finally the two at the back of the cargo pushed forwards and the box ever so slowly slid into the back of the truck. After what seemed like 10 minutes the crate was inside of the van. The doors were closed by the nearest Mudokon and then a good hard bang on the back from it signified that everything was ok and that the van could go to its destination.

Orkhid: "Ok...C'mon. Through here(!)"

The Orkhid stepped into the doorway that the Muds had walked through to get to the outside. The creatures were eager to get some food and drink down them and was told by the Glukkons that Orkhids treat their employee's well. And helped them whenever they could. This made them feel lucky and put a bound in their step as they quickly made their way towards the entrance. The Orkhid was waiting up ahead and signalled for them to hurry up, and as the naive creatures that they were, they obeyed.

Orkhid: "Ok, wait here. I'm just going to make sure the cafeteria has enough room to accomodate for you all. Be right back."

Leaving them through a electronic door the Orkhid had left them in a small, box like room. It was metal and had lights coming from the glass floor and glass ceiling. A mirror was on the right side of the room.

Mudokon #4: "Jeez, talk about tight fit, eh?"

Mudokon #2: "Uhuh. How long doya tink we will be waiting?"

Mudokon #4: "Not long."

He scratched his head as he said this. His feathery plume was purple and tied back in a pony tail. He groomed himself infront of the mirror, awaiting for their superior to return.

***

Orkhid: "Well...are they curious!?"

The Orkhid was situated behind another Mudokon, a Psychic infact. They were both in a small, dark room with a control panel at the front. Above the control panel was a window, a window that looked straight into the room of the Mudokons, but to any creature behind that window, it looked like a mirror. The Psychic was a shade of purply, black. Her eyes so white they seemed to glow and her feathers orange and yellow, clashing with her skin. She was sat infront of the control panel, her chair grey and dull compared to her. On her right eye there was a tattoo. It was spirally and jagged, something that warriors would wear to show how they could withstand the pain of sharp needles, even though it was on a painful part of the body.

Mudokon: "I'm reading them now...each of them...they want to know more. Pathetic...vile...cretins. They're no good for work."

Orkhid: "So...So they are likely to start to snoop around? Read restricted files?"

Mudokon: "Yes. That one, there. Looking into the Mirror. He is one of the bigger problems. I say we kill them all now."

The Orkhid sighed but nodded his head. He then reached over to the control panel and pushed a small red button.

Orkhid: "There goes another batch..."

As he said this the room slowly started to be filled with a hissing sound. The coughs and splutters of the Mudokons however soon drowned out all sounds. Green gas slowly drifted in from the ceiling and floor and one by one the Slaves collapsed. Their limp bodies spasming uncontrollably as the gas slowly destroyed their nervous system.

Mudokon: "Its for the best..."

(OOC: Could i have abit of feedback by any chance? Just a smidge?)