Chapter 3
The mudokon rider’s and their keen elums were blinded by a sudden flash of fire from the barrel of at least seventy guns, those who didn’t die, or get pulled back by their scared elums, continued through the air, and into the sligs. Where the true horror began, they swung around recklessly, swinging their spears across and through the un-agile sligs who stood their ground and shot, but shooting simply wasn’t good enough for the mudokon’s that remained, these wear the greatest of warriors, trained from the day they hatched from their eggs to ride an elum with skill and care, and it’s exactly what they did. The elums leapt through the air, barely missing bullets, and charging into the sligs, crushing the weak green forms, or slicing them with the dangerous spears.
When only four mudokons and elums were left, they continued to fight, but one them caught sight of the three elder shaman in the depths of the forest. It was still very dangerous, but as dangerous as when they first launched the ambush, and so it continued. Flying sligs had began to enter the fray, dropping the odd grenade in flurry of blood only to blow up loads of their own troops, and, after hearing screams through the ear pieces, they started shooting with machine guns. Three mudokons were left, the elums were tiring. They couldn’t last long, and so, the leader who was marked in many equisetic designs shouted an order about the gun fire, and the elums began to head towards the forest. Little did they know that they had jumped too far into the slig ranks, it would be almost impossible to get out, all they could do was jump helplessly, avoiding all the bullets they could.
“Shall we help ‘em now?” said the first elder shaman.
“OK.” Replied the second, and all of the shaman began to chant.
The first two had opted to possess two random sligs that were close to the leaping elums and mudokons.
“We’ll cause a distraction, get outta there” said the first mudokon through his new glazed slig voice, and the two possessed sligs began to maniacally and rapidly, everywhere. Blood covered them both, and all three elum and riders, but they had made a small path, which the slums gladly shot down, until the two possessed sligs were quickly killed by a flier above.
The elums moved quickly, avoiding all the lead they could, and they were doing well. When they were only about ten metres away from the end of the alive sligs, they heard a whistling sound behind them, and it definitely wasn’t a bullet. One of the mudokons quickly turned his head, and saw a large smooth missile, about thirty centimetres long, shoot through the air towards the floor where they were, and he screamed out in fright. That was, until the third mudokon finally finished his chant, as he did so, the three mudokons and their trusty elums quickly disappeared and reappeared in their village, the same happened to the three shamans. The missile hit the ground, and killed another thirty sligs; there had been many casualties on this small skirmish.
“What the **** did you launch a goddamn missle for!?!” screamed Driver6 at Engineer56663 in the hull of the nearest tank to the carnage.
“I was getting’ bored with the annoying little muds, they were pissin’ us all off, the missle woulda finished em off good and propa.” He replied angrily, “And it did.”
“That may be, you idiot, but you killed a whole load of our own army! You know the missiles aren’t for usin til we get to them villages and shrines, now you can get the hell up there and re-load the main barrel. We’re stopping here for the night, many of the reckless sligs went and ****in' well used up all their ammo, all the ammo keepers are gonna be busy”
“And if I don’t go up there to re-load the tank?” said Engineer56663 while keenly eyeing a nearby gun.
“Then I’ll just press this button here and call the general, ****face.”
“Goddamn you, I’m goin” he said finally, leaving the gun resting on the wall, and going up to the top. On the top of the tank, (tank sligs don’t wear metallic legs, they're just sligs with masks), he slipped over a big bundle of ammo and fell of the edge of the spherical death bringer, but luckily the ammo keeper quickly gathered up the magazines and continued giving them out to nearby sligs. Engineer56663 grunted and slowly climbed back up the ladder and began reloading the missile. From the barrel, which was pointing the way he had recklessly shot it, he saw the bloody carnage after that battle. At least one hundred sligs had been killed and only fifty mudokons. In future, they would have to be much more careful, and much less reckless, though Engineer56663 was sure this great stationary army outnumbered every single mudokon force they would come up against, here in the east of Mudos.
Once all the idiotic sligs had been given more ammo (about seventy in all), all the sligs quickly went around the supply trucks, over a hundred of them had been following the army from about two hundred metres away from the word go. Now was the time for eating, and eat they did; all sorts of foods from all around Mudos and abroad. Some had even snuck in a few pieces of Clakkerz meat, but sneak it in they had to, for it was illegal to eat such things; and the sligs loved it almost as much as scrab cakes, though most just ate gruel. Lots of it. From the large trucks, which appeared almost as large lorries, three sligs manned each one, each slig armed to the teeth with the option of flying equipment or legs. Everyone knew what chaos could ensue at dinner time, sligs were orderly in the army until it came to the point of eating, then they let their primitive instincts guide them. Fights were extremely frequent, even over dishes of gruel and bottles of water.
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The sligs quickly finished their meal, it never did take long, and they all rushed back to their formation, ten to every tank, and the rest surrounding, and once they were in formation, all but a dozen fell instantly asleep, most resting against their guns. The night-watchers stood in the middle of it all watching every side for the slightest sign of danger. Danger didn’t come that night, the sligs were expecting it, but it didn’t come. None of them had even thought that perhaps the closest village able to fight them were recovering from their skirmish. Sligs never seemed to think much before leaping into action, perhaps that was the general’s biggest mistake, for if he had assigned a few glukkons to go with the army, there would be no fights; they would all follow the glukkons orders. But without the glukkons overseers, they were rabbles who were looking for a fight with anyone, even their own kind.
Last edited by Esus; 12-19-2003 at 10:09 PM..
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, I would, really, but they're sligs and I'm not going to turn them into things that they are not. They swear, it creates the fell of their society. So... any comments regarding the story?
