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Guard: "Sir, they're here."
Researcher: "Good, Good. Allow them through."
The Xenicik, or Xen, labs were a much darker and morbid place than any other Orkhid Labratory throughout Mudos. The Army base that was on the surface and, basically, protected the Labs from infiltration was infamous for its ability to churn out vicious Assassins and highly trained killers. Their philosophy of "No gun, No run." was very much feared aswell as respected amongst the Orkhid race, and many other specie too. It basically meant although you are weaponless...you do not retreat. You stand and fight for your life. Whereas many other bootcamps had thrown out this, once popular, motto.Xen had kept it. And that was basically why, if certain individuals needed a job done. They would go to General Mokmal and ask him, politely, to help them with their problems.
Researcher: "And this is the lot, i presume?"
Guard: "Sir, yessir!!"
The Guard saluted the young, crazed Orkhid and then marched off. The Researcher scratched his left arm and blew a strand of dark purple hair from his scarred face. The room was damp and dank, three large refridgerators stood at the end of the room, were little light was. The only light was that of a lamp swinging lonesomely in the air. Casting shadows of all that was lurking in the room. The Guard had wheeled in a trey of embryo's. Each one in its own tube. Each one with its own purpose. Slowly the Researcher dragged the transport to the nearest fridge and opened the door. Cool air greeted the Orkhid's face, a chill running down his spine. Grasping a tube in his pale hand he lifted it and planted it gently in the empty fridge. Pondering what would happen to the contents. What torment these...things would suffer.
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*Setting: In the training grounds of Xen, sobs a teenage, trainee soldier. No older than 14 he is learning how to shoot and kill moving targets. The targets are, obviously, Mudokons as they are thinking creatures and fast too. Capable of thinking quickly they make great targets to practice with. The Mudokons are kept in dank cells in the prison block, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday 10 of them are rounded up and placed in a steel box. Two in each. They are then taken outside, to the training grounds, in these cramped boxes and unleashed. What makes them run so fast is hard to tell, but they do. And thats when the recruits have to shoot. Take down every moving, non-Orkhid object there is. Usually there are 10 Orkhid shooters, each having 10 bullets to take out their subject. If one gets passed the red boundary line and makes a bee-line for the Orkhid-grown forest the Snipers will take action. Taking out any and all strays.*
Troop: "B-But Major!! Please...!! It-It isn't true!!"
The young Orkhid was on his knees begging to one of two his superiors. He was reportedly missing Mudokons on purpose. This basically meant when he could shoot them in the head, torso or any other part of the body for that matter. He would hit a inanimate object near them. Making out as if he was trying...but failing. A daft thing to do. And since the Xen base did not have any Corrax facilities (
See here) there was no way to get the niceness out of the 'ill' and they were usually trained to kill anyways.
Major: "Corporal, show the defect how its done, wudja."
Troop: "But M-Major!! I'm not defe..."
The sentence was cut short by a cold, black baton that connected to the teens cheek bone. It was swung by the Major. He was a rough looking man, quite short however. He had stubble on his face and wore a black berré with a red 'XV' on the front. No outsiders knew what this meant and all Xen trained Soldiers were forced to swear not to tell. And none ever did. The uniform worn by the Majors and Coporals were roughly the same. A long sleeved black jacket, black trousers, black shoes. Everything in black. Underneathe the jacket would usually be a Kevlar vest. Hidden by silver buttons that closed the jacket. The buttons and cufflinks (Silver, of course.) each had a intricet pattern embroyded onto the surface. The Majors uniform consisted of more badges however. Many of them being for bravery and loyalty.
Corporal: "Sir!!"
The Corporal saluted and pulled out a black Glock, equipped with laser sight.
Corporal: "UNLEASH!!"
The steel box containing two Native Mudokons was opened. The front being lifted off by two recruits. As soon as daylight hit the dark insides the two creatures leapt out. Running as fast as they could towards the forest. Their feathers were drab and grey. And they were skinny, malnourished yet fit enough to make a run for their lives.
*Bang*
The first shot seemed to devour all bird song in the area. A silver tipped, black bullet, sped off towards one of the runners. One of the quicker runners who was heading at a fast pace was the first to be struck. The bullet hit the animal in the back, snapping the spinal cord and then ripping through the heart before exiting the chest. It then continued to fly through the air. Missing the other runner by inches.
Major: "Now see, see how EASY that was. Obviously, your going to cause abit of discomfort to them on your first attempt. But as soon as you get the hang of it, bits of brain and heart will be flying everywhere. Even Corporal Summers had to start somewhere."
The injured Orkhid was propping himself up with his left elbow. Blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and his cheek already looking swollen. The Corporal turned back to the Major.
Corporal: "Do you want me to take out the other creature, sir?"
He spoke obeidiantly. As if he were still a recruit.
Major: "No Corporal, tell the Snipers to have their fun. Heh."
He patted his inferior on the shoulder, finally saluting him and then walking off back to the entrance...
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