Sweet Odd, I can't believe I'm reviving this terrible fanfiction. It's filled with run on sentences and crap. :L
EDIT: Going to be adding onto this post os I don't quadruple post.
The Mountain Pass
Slusk rode into the village, his body splattered with blood, bone, and grey matter. The scrawny villagers appeared from their mud homes cheering for their new hero. Slusk got off his smelly mount and walked towards who looked like the defacto leader.
"Alright, I killed your Scrab. Now hand over my belongings and tell me where the exit is." Slusk growled.
The mudokon nodded and gestured towards another native ordering him to retrieve Slusk's sack.
"We thank you again, stranger for your deed. Keep the beast."
Slusk only nodded and assumed he mean't the Elum. After he retrieved his knapsack and secured Mochy on the Elum he rode off into the direction the natives indicated. There was a well worn path through the jungle, the trip was relatively peaceful, which allowed Slusk to relax and think. He slew Redge's murderer, which is good. There is no way Burgeon could track him down now. Life was okay, which is saying something. After awhile of travelling, Slusk finally arrived at the edge of the jungle. He observed what appeared to be a cleft between two mountains, which looked as if something split the mountain with a hatchet. Slusk rode on, prepared for whatever maybe lurking in the pass.
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Skincrawler walked through the village, now littered with corpses of the locals. His submachine gun was still warm from the recent slaughter, his boots leaving distinct prints in the mud. He leaned over what he assumed was the leader, propped up against the wall of a hut, bleeding out.. He placed a cigar into his mouth an promptly lit it.
"P-please, don't hurt me...!" The mudokon whimpered in the most pathetic voice imaginable.
"Tell me where the warrior went, and I'll make your death quick and painless."
The mudokon's eyes were wide with fear, he spluttered an almost inaudable answer. Skincrawler grinned with a Vampish charm for he deciphered what the mudokon had said and was satisfied. He raised his pistol the the Mudokon's head and fired.
Progress
Jasper was cursing under his breath as he tryed to tighten a bolt. The security van's engine blew out in the middle of the desert, leaving him stranded with little idea as to where he might be. He had been following the tracks in the cracked earth left by that bounty hunter's motorcycle day and night, hoping he would find something, which he didn't of course. Jasper then did some last few adjustments before revving up the van again in which he was rewarded with an immense cloud of smoke. Jasper, in a rage, grabbed his toolbox and chucked it through the front window of the van.
"Wretched piece of crap!" he hollered at the van.
He then grabbed his laser carbine and what little food he had left on him and continued his trek across the desert.
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Back at the Sloghut, Grom was having some difficulty trying to juggle Jasper's camera duty and his newly assigned patrols at the same time. He wondered why he decided to help Jasper out, was it because he was his former commanding officer? His determination? Or was he just too tired to give a damn? In his mind it really wasn't worth it anymore, so he grabbed his shotgun and abandoned Jasper's camera duty and went on his assigned patrol. He just missed the other slig who walked into the surveillance room, who actually noticed the other slig was missing from his post. So, as protocol strictly dictated, the slig reported this to the CEO.
Burgeon smoked his cigar with a frown. He knew Jasper was obsessed with finding the murderer, not to mention somewhat intellegent. He had let these traits pass him by, until now. That damn slig has pushed it too far, not only had he abandoned his post but he also stole one of the company's vans! He fumed over this for awhile, he lost several good men trying to track down some renegade Mud and a traitorous Slig. Not to mention hiring several bounty hunters, a few of which were discovered dead near the factory. Those two also terrorized that Clakker town down the road, that surely rolled in some complaints. Oh the thought of having to go to court over this infuriated him! He was going to put a stop to all of this rebellion, no matter the cost.
"Hey! You!" Burgeon shouted at the scrawny slig sitting in the corner.
"Y-yes, sir?" The slig stuttered back.
The slig was absolutely pathetic. It was as thin as a pencil and had a jittery movement to him that annoyed the hell out of Burgeon.
"Get the Barracks on the phone!" Burgeon grumbled.
"Y-yes, sir! Right away, sir!" The slig dialed a number in the terminal not too far from him.
There was a loud beep, indicating the call was on speaker. A voice crackled over the microphone.
"What is it, Burgeon? Is it about that stupid mud?" An annoyed Glukkon known as "The Sergeant" answered.
"Why yes! It is! He's cost my company quite a bit!" Burgeon growled, this situation was rather embarrassing.
"Hah! That's rich! What do you need?"
"I need a dropship and a squard to man it."
"Riiight, and what will I get in return?"
"You sure as hell won't be getting slogs to train your handlers from me anytime soon." Burgeon had pulled this once or twice on the Sergeant before.
"Odd damn it, FINE! I'll send one over in a bit!" The Sergeant then hung up abruptly.
Burgeon was somewhat suprised, he couldn't believe that worked. Then again the Sergeant, like his former superior, Dripik isn't terribly bright. He grinned with satisfaction, all he had to do now was wait for the dropship to arrive, give a briefing on the mission and send them on their merry way. He then propped his feet on the table and took a snooze.
Revelations
Slusk was hopelessly lost. The mountain pass branched off towards valleys, fjords, nooks and crannys and was overall very confusing. Slusk winced as he looked up into the sky and noticed the sun will be setting very soon. He didn't encounter anything dangerou yet so he assumed it was fine to set up camp out in the open. He hopped of his Elum, who groaned in protest before settling down nearby. Mocy scampered off on his own to find something to eat. Slusk slumped next to his Elum and let the scenery soak in. The valley he was in was lightly forested, though somewhat rockey with a patch of greenery here and there. The valley walls were quite steep, he'd be screwed in an ambush. Slusk was about to doze off until Mochy hopped into his lap, dribbling with affection.
"No. Off with you!" Slusk grumbled while weakly pushing the slog off him.
He noticed something was hanging from Mochy's mouth, it was all too familiar. Without a doubt, it was a bone and coming from a former Sloghut worker, it's something you don't quite forget.
"Give it here, boy." Slusk reluctantly offered his hand, knowing it will soon be covered in sticky slog drool.
Mochy did what he was ordered to and dropped the bone into his hand. Slusk wasn't quite happy at all at what he was seeing. Slusk held what appeared to be a mudokon femur. This reminded him of the time a mudokon was thrown into a pen of hungry slogs and mauled viciously, unfortunately, Slusk had the displeasure of being part of the clean up crew. It wasn't pretty, to say the least.
"Where did you find this, boy?" Slusk asked, getting up.
Mochy barked while wagging his tail, happy to lead his Master to where he found the Jackpot. Oh my, was he excited, Master almost never asked Mochy of anything. Mochy was overjoyed! He couldn't wait to show Master the Jackpot!
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Skincrawler had finally reached the mountain pass, it was a pain-staking journey, to say the least. Not only were his wounds just recovering with that scuffle in the forest, but he had to fight off a scrab that just happened to have wondered onto the path. He grumbled ungratefully as he unholstered his submachine gun to climb a rock.
"The mudokon better be bloody worth it."
While he was climbing, something nearly fell off his pack before Skincrawler just barely caught it
"Whoop! Wouldn't want to lose you."
The device was more or less a beacon to be activated once he caught the mudokon. The idea was rather unsettling to Skincrawler, as the concept of being tracked wasn't quite established in his mind. For as long as he can remember, he was the tracker. It was his job afterall. He finally hoisted himself back onto the path into the mountains.
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It was getting dark and Slusk was being led into the forested part of the valley, Mochy shuffled happily infront of him. Slusk examined the trees, some of which had markings on them. He was then led into a clearing which held several stone structures, crafted by natives no doubt. Slusk walked into the nearest building, brushing hand on the walls as he went along. He wondered if anyone still lived here.
"Hello? Anyone home?" Slusk asked out loud.
Silence reigned until Slusk hit something with his foot. Whatever he kicked rattled like wood, he looked down. There was a skeleton of a mudokon with distinct bullet holes in it's skull. Slusk felt his stomach twist with anger. The nerve of those industrials! Slusk couldn't stand the atmosphere in the room, so he left and approached what looked like some sort of fort. There were more skeletons and whatever furniture that had once been there was either smashed, littered with bullet holes, or decayed beyond recognition.
"This must have happened long ago..." Slusk examined the room.
He noticed a weapon rack, still intact. It was lined with some sort of clubs made of bone and adorned with rather large gamestones. There was also a single crossbow like contraption, which piked Slusk's curiousity. It also looked like it was made of bone and wood, though the most interesting features about it were the crystals that adorned it. He then fiddled with it until he managed to wrap the thing around his wrist.
"Curious little thing."
Slusk then felt waht appeared to be a lever of sorts. He pulled his fingers back, releasing a burst of blue light from one of the crystals. Slusk had no idea what happened until he noticed the charred rock wall infront of him.
"Oh, I'm keeping this!"
His gaze then wondered off to the far side of the room. The wall was was covered with carvings, some described epic battles of ancient times, some instruct how to use a specific weapon like the one he was using, and one particular carving demonstrating a warrior. The carving illustrated a mudokon with a long pony tail and armed to the teeth with various pieces of weaponry. After awhile of observing the carving, he noticed how much he resembled the illustration. The determined look in his eyes, the free flowing pony tail and the weaponry. Perhaps this was what he was destined to be? A warrior of his people?
He spent the rest of the night staring at the wall before finally dozing off.
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Munch's Oddysee wasn't a bad game.
Last edited by Hulaabeo; 06-04-2012 at 06:41 PM..
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