[Latamire_Munch]

Thanks so much guys, I feel so special. Splat, about your question, Crank will be in the story later, but his punishment for killing slaves will not be mentioned. Crank, did get in trouble if anyone was wanting to know, but he explained to Teelk that the Mud wasn't doing his job and after a while Teelk forgot about it.





Harc was a Big Bro Slig, trained from birth to be strong, ruthless and sinister. But deep in his dense mind, he never followed the ways of his Sliggie brethren. For some odd reason, he was never cruel, he was never violent; in fact, he was just the opposite. In his brain, he followed the simpler ways of life, the more beautiful or gentle. Figuring Harc was just a heartless, bloodthirsty Big Bro, his employer, Lised, put him in charge of a group of twenty Mudokon scrubs.

In their first meeting, the Mudokons were so afraid of the big lug, that all they wanted to do was cower in fear. Hating the feeling of being feared, Harc quickly made them realize that he was harmless.

“Hey guys!” he exclaimed, “I’m Harc.”

The Mudokons exchanged confused looks and one spoke up, “You’re not gonna beat on us?”

“Heck no.” he laughed. “You guys thirsty? You’ve been working for a long time.”

The Muds smiled and said together, “Yea!”

Harc felt good when he befriended the Muds and served them drinks. The Mudokons knew something was wrong with Harc. He was a nice slig. Nice and slig two words that usually didn’t belong in the same sentence now describing this pile of muscle and steroids. They figured he was too dense to soak in all that training. Harc wasn’t very smart, perhaps one of the dumbest sligs to have been in their presence.

After years used to Harc’s loose rope on them, the Muds began to look forward to his watch. They’d suffer half the day with different slig guards, then have a satisfying break when Harc lumbered along.

“Hey Muddies!” he would say, “Get it! Mudokons plus buddies equals Muddies!” and burst into laughter.

“Uh, yea Harc, good one.” They would respond sarcastically, knowing Harc would never figure out their smart aleck replies.

“You guys look tired, why dontcha take a nap. I’ll make sure no one sees you.”

“Gee, thanks Harc.” The Muds cried happily and took a quick snooze on the cold metallic floor.

Harc’s happy-go-lucky attitude never faltered, until he was called to a meeting with his boss. He joined his slig troop of forty bouncers and poppers armored or unarmored and a few other Big Bro’s. Their boss Glukkon was at the head of the room and he spoke, “There have been rumors of a unnamed slig being nice to scrubs. Serving them drinks, allowing them to take naps.” Harc looked around nervously as whispers grew among the crowd.

The boss continued, “Because of this, I have decided to assign all of you a partner. If you see your partner doing anything nice to a Mudokon, report him immediately. Remember, if we lose our power over them, they can overthrow us. We must keep the fear in them. I will now assign you to your partners.”

To be continued.