I no i promised a new chapter each week but my PCs bin playin up and my sisters bin on it a lot. But chapter 1. The name at the top is whos readin the chapter. It may change in the middle of a chapter so look out.
Chapter 1
Abe
You know the drill. I go to mine/factory. I infiltrate mine/factory. I BLOW UP mine/factory. And sometimes, when the risk of capture or painful death isn’t to high, Munch follows me, just to make my job harder.
On one of these occasions, I decided not to save Munch from the steaming pile of rubble he was buried under. Instead, I headed for a nearby laboratory to see what I could save and also what I could blow up.
The first thing that I noticed when I arrived was that half of the building seemed to be lying on the ground, giving off steam. The second thing I noticed was the oh, so familiar sound of a mudokon begging for his life, coming from a vent in the half of the lab that wasn’t lying on the ground in a burnt-out heap.
I entered a door to see what I could save. I really didn’t expect to see what I well, saw (awkward silence)… Anyway, The doorway from which I’d entered was encased in shadow, which was helpful because the mudokon probably wasn’t begging pitifully for no reason. From the shadows I could here the conversation of mudokon/slig clearly:
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you, right now,” growled the slig.
“… Because I’m the most valuable vykker experiment this side of the magog cartel?”
… (Thoughtful pause) “Give me another reason.”
“… (Awkward silence) Because one of my vital organs contains a poison gas that will kill everyone in a twelve-kilometre radius if released?”
“Yeah, which one?”
Awkward silence followed by a gunshot and a cry of pain.
“That’s for lying to me. I’ll let my superiors decide what I should do with you.” There was a crackle from a slig walkie-talkie.
I’d heard enough. I stepped forward through the shadows up to a glass screen in the so I could see the creatures who were talking, and I got the fright of my life!
There was a giant… thing that looked like three B.B. sligs stuck together at awkward angles, give or take a deadly, spark shooting tail, a few extra, metal, arms, a jet-pack and about 50 weapons of various shapes, sizes and destruction capacities. From a penknife to a bazooka!
But that wasn’t what almost made me faint. The giant slig’s tail was arched over a … thing!
To be more specific, it had a scrab-like head, with small, black eyes on either side; It had a mudokons ponytail protruding from the back of it’s head, and it’s vicious scrab jaw was shorter than normal, with paramite fangs dangling over it. Its body was mostly scrab with a few paramite and mudokon muscles bulging out of it here and there, and it had arms. The arms were mostly mudokon with a few paramite muscles bulging out. You how a scrab’s legs are all set on one point at the bottom of its body? Well, it was the same with this thing, only, though the back two legs were scrab, the front two were paramite. One of the front legs was bleeding from what looked like (and probably was) a bullet wound.
I decided to take action. I began to chant. The giant slig was looking the wrong way to see me and the glass screen would hide the sound of my chanting. I closed my eyes and focused.
A minute later, I was looking down a gun barrel at the… thing! I lowered the gun. The thing looked confused and then turned and peered through the shadows. “Cool!” It said.
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