Fanfiction: Oddworld: Munch's Exoddus
A small lamp flickered back and forth in a long, dark corridor. The light from the sunset that was slowly decending shone through the large vertical windows that lined the corridor walls, like soldiers in a march. A figure suddenly appeared down the corridor; the sound of gears and wires from it's mechanical legs moving up and down bounced off the walls. The sunset's light reflected off of it's black scales, as well as it's huge spikes stationed down it's back The spikes twitched occasionally as the figure moved down the corridor. Along it's waist was the change from mechanical "pants" to organic, reptilian skin, with a holster that held many weapons.The creature was very fit, having a 12-pack set of abs. The black skinned reptilian creature's red eye flashed, allowing enough light to shine on the long scar that decended from the top of his eye to the end of his cheek. A red badge, containing the five stars of general, shone as brightly as it's eyes. This creature was a Slig.
The Slig finally reached the end of the corridor, which stood a door. The walls were cracked, wall paper peeled like tape, revealing a large brick wall over half of the wall itself. Obviously, noone had taken the time to fix it up. The Slig shook it's head in disgust, then opened the door. It was odd for a Slig to open a door unannounced, but this particular Slig had the authority as general of his squadron, and the respect from his employers. As the door opened, the Slig saw the room before him. The room contained many empty boxes with the logo of "Rupture Farms" painted on the front. Empty bottles of "Soul Storm Brew" littered the ground, making it almost impossible to walk. On the wall to the right was a large shade which stretched like a big bay window, leading to a door on the south side of the room. The room was dimly lit, with only one, small ceiling lamp stationed steady in the middle of the ceiling. The sound of bickering and yelling suddenly blew at the Slig's face, as two Glukkons stood facing each other. One Glukkon had a big, flashy green suit that sparkled like diamonds. He wore huge, thick glasses that almosty completely covered his face. Atop his head, was a large hat, which was also big and flashy and green. The other Glukkon had a plain, blue suit on, with a red undershirt shown in a "V" under his coat. On the right side of his uniform was a badge with five stars, only this one was silver. The two bickered back and forth over a very important manner.
"I'm telling you General Jaccuza, it's all your fault those Mudokon workers escaped. I am so sick and tired of your incompotense!" The green Glukkon bellowed out.
"Well it's not my fault, Tex, you're the one who should have been working a tighter shift! I don't see your lazy butt doing anything to help this place stay in tip-top shape, with your Brew and your fancy Bi-Products!"yelled the blue-clad Glukkon.
"Oh great, their fighting again...what a surprise." The black skinned Slig whispered under his breath as he watched the two leaders fight. "I could have been transferred to Renab's Emporium, but noooOoooo."
"Look at these charts!" Tex yelled. An electric chart slowly clicked on, occasionally blinking. The chart showed a negative outlook, showing a plummeting red line. "Charts don't lie Jaccuza!"
"Sure they do, IF YOU MAKE THEM YOURSELF!" Jaccuza yelled back. "Charts Charts Charts, that's all you talk about is CHARTS!" His orange eyes lit up with anger as he spoke.
"I outta take this chart and shove it up yer'..." Tex was about to finish, but the Slig's "ahem" managed to stop him.
"I don't mean to interupt your little...ahem...spat...but the perimeter is secure, Tex, sir. I've checked all locations and halls, nothing to worry about." the Slig said to the two Glukkons.
" No need to be sorry for interupting us General Zeek, this conversation is a waste of time anyway. General Jaccuza was just leaving." Tex gave a stern look at Jaccuza, telling him to leave with those cold, orange eyes.
"Just remember, when you screw up again, you know who to call." General Jaccuza turned his angry gaze to Zeek.
"Yeah, keep walking keep walking nimrod!" Zeek spoke suddenly as Jaccuza's gaze reached his.
"Hmph! I'll see to it you're out of here too, you little Slurg!" Jaccuza looked at Zeek's face scar.
"This scar defines who I am and the strength I have. Where's yours?" Zeek spoke sarcastically. Jaccuza meerly said nothing, and slammed the door. Tex bent his body against a large desk and sighed.
"What a waste of time. The economy's going down the crapper and here I am bickering with idiots like Jaccuza! I don't have time for this!" Tex stared down at the floor, pondering his next move.
"You can count on me and my squad boss. We get the job done, and done right." Zeek replied.
"I know, and I am very greatful for that Zeek. It's just things seem hopeless sometimes, like they can't be helped."
"Yeah, well, what I also came to tell you was that there is a meeting going on in the lunch room. I didn't want to say anything with numb nuts standing there." Zeek pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Tex. On the cover was a picture of a Glukkon and text which read "Mandatory, Get In Here Now!" underneath the picture.
"Oh don't worry about him. I'm sure some way he'll find out there's a meetin'. I guess I better get down there. I'd ask ya to go, but Gluk's only." Tex slowly got up and headed for the door.
"No problem boss, I couldn't stand being in the same room with you all anyway." Zeek said as he turned to face Tex at the door. Tex laughed out loud, as they were always joking with each other. Tex looked at the doorknob, then slowly turned to Zeek.
"Zeek, I hope you know you've been like a son to me. You're the only one sane around here that wants to help."
"Thank you sir." The door closed behind Tex, leaving Zeek in the room. Zeek turned to the window blinds, opened them, and stared outside as the sun slowly set into the distance, with the stars coming out into the twilight.
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Last edited by Marco the Glukkon; 06-07-2006 at 06:54 AM..
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