Oddworld Invasion

[Havoc]

Yea, I felt like starting a fan fiction. I had this neat idea for a story, so I started to work on it.
I'm not making any promises to how far I will take the story, since I'm also pretty busy with other things and might not always have time. But I'l see how it's recieved and go from there.
For now, enjoy! Chapter one is just some character development, but if you read carefully you might already see some glimpses of the way it's headed . Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Story Pilot
'Hey! Wake up! Wake up! Hey! Wake up! Wake up! Hey! Wake up! Wak…'
Danny grabbed the annoying alarm clock that was shouting him awake with the commanding Glukkon voice.
'Shut up…' he mumbled while throwing it in a corner. It instantly stopped yapping and Danny turned around to sleep out for another five minutes. Just… five more.
Unfortunately, the whack against the wall only put the alarm clock in snooze mode. So two minutes later, it was back at it once more.
'Hey! Wake up! Wake up! Hey! Wake up! Wake up!'
Danny moaned and grunted. Was it 7:00AM already? He turned around to face the alarm clock that was still shouting its guts out.
'Ugh… stupid 24-hour days…' he snorted at the clock, as if the thing was to blame.
He crawled out of bed, silenced the clock by actually putting it off this time and put it back on his nightstand.
'Stupid thing…' he mumbled as he searched around the room for his mechanical pants. Being a slig is fun and all, but not of much use when your pants seemed to have vanished into thin air. Where the hell did he put them last night?
While on his way to the bathroom to look in there, he suddenly remembered he left it downstairs at the garage so they could fix a small electrical problem. The last few days his pants had the annoying urge to suddenly move a leg up without him wanting it too, resulting in either falling over or actually kicking someone. He didn't want to leave his pants at the garage, as they usually take ages to fix a small thing, let alone a rather big thing such as this, but when he almost got in a fight with a bigbro for scratching the guy's pants he decided he needed to have it fixed before it got out of control sometime. So when coming home from work the other evening, he left them downstairs and was told he could pick them up first thing in the morning.
'They probably haven't even started on the damn thing yet…' he complained to himself as he crawled trough the bathroom. In the far corner was a small cubicle of blue glass and cold grey metal. It was just big enough to fit a slig without his pants, and above it was a small showerhead.
He enjoyed the fact that the boiler was actually working for a change, enabling him to have a warm shower. It didn't last though, before he knew it, the water went back to cold.
'Does anything in here even work…' he mumbled to himself on an angry tone as he finished up. 'Oh my Odd! Someone is taking a warm shower! That boiler is probably crying with agony right now…'
Continuing his routine morning complaints, he dried of a bit and made way for the kitchen. He had a moment of doubt to whether or not he wanted to make a cup of coffee, but in the end he decided not to stay around in his shitty apartment any longer. He'd grab a cup downstairs at the vending machine.
While leaving, he tried to reach for the light switch. Being pants less made it impossible to reach. In fact, most of the stuff in the apartment, or the city for that matter, were made for sligs with pants on. Except for doors, they were either electronic, or had an extra handle on the bottom for crawling sligs to get trough.
'Well screw you then…' he groaned at the light switch, before leaving his apartment and heading down to the garage.


Danny lived in a small apartment in the centre of Saluceps, a middle sized city build around a wide river. On the ground floor of the building was a small garage ran by two sligs, Ed and Darwin, and a mudokon, Kevin. They didn't have much customers, since a Magog Motors factory was just around the corner drawing a lot of the customers away, but they did most of the work for the inhabitants of the apartment complex as well as some other people. It didn't make much, but it made enough to live from.
'You have my pants ready yet?' Danny asked annoyed as he crawled his way into the garage office where he found Ed at work behind the computer and Kevin relaxing and eating breakfast.
'Well good morning to you, too,' Ed responded from behind the computer.
'Yea yea, good morning. Do you have it ready or what? I need to get to work!'
'It's done,' Kevin replied with his mouth full and made a hand gesture. 'It's back there somewhere.'
Danny crawled off to the main area of the garage, which was littered with all kinds of stuff. Slig's pants, motor parts, tools, food rubbish. There was a car on the car lift as well, but it was stripped down and the parts that were scattered around the room were probably from there.
'Wow, you actually got it finished in less then three days,' he said as he worked his way trough the mess. 'Impressive.'
He spotted his pants standing next to the main doorway. Shiny and looking like new. Even though he has had it for almost four years, it still looked very good. Danny liked to take good care of his belongings. The longer something lasts, the less money you have to spend on replacing it all the time.
'We do actually work around here, Danny,' Kevin said while he stood in the office's doorway. 'But we're not Magog Motors. If you want your stuff done while you wait, I suggest you go there.'
Danny meanwhile made it into his pants. It was certainly a lot more pleasant in one of these. Fair enough, at times you would be reminded that you rely on a piece of machinery to move around, do your job and basically survive, but it was still a very handy thing to have as a slig.
'No thanks,' Danny said, followed by a short laughter. 'I can barely pay my rent, let alone a bill from those guys.'
'Exactly, so quit whining about our work pace already,' Kevin said on a humouring tone. He walked over to a bunch of lockers on the right hand wall and got out a shiny leather slig mask. He threw it over to Danny. 'Here, I got a new mask for you.'
Danny took a look at it. His old mask was fine as it was, why a new one? But…
'Hey!' Danny said exited. 'One of those new ETAI masks! Awesome, where did you get it? I thought those were still experimental stages?'
'We got a bunch of them from Vykers Labs to test out.' Ed, who by now had joined Kevin and Danny in the main garage. 'Since you have been whining about them ever since they were announced, I figured I might as well give you one. And don't worry about the costs, we didn't pay anything for them so neither will you.'
Danny put on his new mask. The colourful, well actually grey view, of the room changed to a blood red one. The steady view of a sligs mask. It was believed that seeing the world trough red goggles made sligs more vicious and thus better security. Even though it was never actually proven, they kept making them red anyway. If just for the cool and dangerous looks.
Danny fired up his pants and a kind of 'overhead display' popped up in front of his eyes. Welcome back, it read.
'Wow, way cool,' he said while messing about with all kinds of different options. After a bit of exploring he turned it off. 'Just wait 'till Darwin sees this! Where is he anyway?'
Kevin raised his shoulders and pulled a face. It made Danny chuckle a bit. Mudokons could make such funny faces! Hehe.
'I don't know,' he replied. 'He didn't want to tell us. But he had to leave quite early, and he took a backpack.'
Danny nodded.
'Alright, hopefully I'l talk to him tonight anyway, I'l ask him what's up.'
He looked up at the clock. A quarter to eight, he had better get going if he wanted to be at the factory in time.
'Well, I'm off to work. You two have a nice day, and thanks for the mask again.'
Ed waved as Danny headed for the exit.
'See ya later, Dan!'

[Cullen Heath]

I like it! It gives a good point of view from a Slig.

[metroixer]

Oh sweet this is a great fanfic! Come on Havoc keep em coming!

[Cullen Heath]

Yeah Havoc I really like how you tell from the Bad guys point of view, its great.
I wanna hear more!

[Havoc]

Who says he's the bad guy huh? The story hasn't even started :P.
You'll see soon enough who's good and who's bad. Prolly in a day or two.

[odd chick]

Nice work, Havoc. I like the description you used and the characters seem very interesting. I'm not sure who's good and who's bad because I honestly didn't really notice the things like that. If I had read closer, I probably would have, but I'm literally half-asleep right now. Keep it up!

[Dave]

I'm intriguied.
And we know its before MO takes place ...
And we have a slig with an interesting new prototype mask ...
The mask is obviously a major plot element.
I'm digging it. Let's see you go on.

[Oddball1000]

One word: cool.
Two words: double cool.

That's what I say.

Write on.

[Cullen Heath]

Who says he's the bad guy huh? The story hasn't even started :P.
You'll see soon enough who's good and who's bad. Prolly in a day or two.

True, true.
But now you gave away part of the story *grumble grumble*

[Havoc]

Mwuaha... I so love keeping everyone in suspence and making up ideas on how it should go on. I will startle you all in the next chapter! :P.

[T-nex]

So when does the next chappie come out?????? :D

*Steals Havoc's unfinished chapter*

[Havoc]

Hah! Prepare for the most creative, most funny and most daring story twist in Oddworld Fan Fic history! Read on and be stunned... Don't worry if there are bits in this and future chapters that don't seem to make sence. It will all be explained at some point. So don't go on me. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: What's in the past, is in the past
The invasion... for some the opportunity of a lifetime. For some a salvation. But for most nothing more then a bad memory. Even though it was such a long time ago. Twelve and a half years, to be exact. According to their calendar anyway.
The invaders caught entire Oddworld by surprise, striking at multiple points and multiple continents, even though Mudos had their primary interest for whatever reason. They attacked with state of the art weaponry. In a desperate attempt to fight of the intruders, security from every possible factory was scrambled. Sligs were given everything from firearms to pots and pans. Mudokons were equipped with weapons, rocks, sticks, explosives. Meat factory stockyards were emptied, hoping the wildlife would put up a good fight as well. But Oddworld could hardly stand up to the enemy and in less then a day the invasion was over, leaving nothing more then destroyed cities, smoking factories and an awful lot of casualties. The very same day, the intruders gained control over the entire planet, over every city, over every street. From that day onward, the Oddworld as everyone knew it would be changed forever. New rules were enforced. New things introduced. Old habits and laws eliminated. The 36-hour days were suddenly cut down to 24 and entirely new understandings such as weeks, months and years were suddenly introduced. The invaders formed Oddworld to their liking, not caring about how it affected any of the original inhabitants.
So from that day, everyone suddenly had to settle with a new species on the planet. Humans...
And, well... it certainly changed a lot.

Now, twelve and a half years later, Oddworld was still under human control. As was the place Danny worked at. It wasn't that bad though. Twelve years is a long time, and everyone pretty much accepted the take over and had moved on. Oddworld lived it's life as if it was never any different.
Danny worked at the Norfolk naval base, located just outside the city, north of the riverbank, as a security guard. The job was actually way below what he could be doing. He finished a level 4 study program, he could be working as a mechanic, or even a captain, on the naval base. Instead he was stuck in a stupid security booth. But who was he to complain, at least it paid the rent.
'Morning' Danny grunted as he entered. He went over to his locker and typed in his clearance code on the keypad. A beep, a buzz and the clicking sound of an unlocking locker door. Inside were a security uniform and an assault rifle, Danny grabbed the uniform, but as he put it on and glanced at the rifle, his mask suddenly went haywire. A message popped up on his overhead display.
Warning! Dangerous weaponry detected! Weapon identification type: HK G36 assault rifle.
A glowing line outlined the gun in question with a big fat exclamation mark right in the middle. Danny startled at the sudden message. Didn't he turn the damn thing off back at the garage?
The side of the mask had two rows of five small buttons, used to operate the various options the thing had. He navigated his way trough the menu's, eventually finding an option to turn the damn thing off. After the initial morning rush-hour at the security gate he would have to take some time to fine tune it and explore the endless options.
'You're late!' a buzzing slig voice came from behind him as he buttoned up his security uniform. Danny looked up at the clock over the door.
'Just five minutes, Greg. Go fuss a scrab...'
Danny walked up to the booth's windows and came to a halt in front of a control panel, used to operate the gates and cameras. Then he turned off his pants. When not operational, a slig's pants functioned as a chair. It wasn't originally intended that way, as sligs weren’t supposed to slack of in the first place back in the old days, but especially for jobs like this it came in rather handy.
'Anything happened here last night?' Danny asked while going trough the log books they were obligated to keep during working hours.
'Not really,' Greg responded behind him. He had just locked his locker and was now prepared to go home. 'The arms transport arrived right on time, and we had some ratz activate the motion sensors at the south east fence.'
'Hmhmm,' Danny nodded while skimming over the pages. 'Okay, thanks Greg. Have a good day.'
He rose a hand as a good bye wave.
'You too, Danny. Catch ya tomorrow.'
The sound of a door slamming shut confirmed Greg's leaving the building a few seconds later while Danny was still going trough the log. But as his colleague had said, nothing interesting had happened.
He entered his employment information in the log, then put it away in a dark blue file cabinet next to the lockers. It didn't seem as if anyone would be showing up soon. Rush hour seemed to start late today for some reason. So Danny spend some time messing with his new mask.
As he went trough all the options and menu's, he was astounded to see how many stuff this thing could do. Anything from the automatic weapon recognition system he just had a taste off, to an auto pilot and even an X-ray option. He navigated over to the weapon system. Apparently it could identify every type of weapon and the user was allowed to set types of weapons to accepted or unaccepted. The mask had stored the weapon it had just identified in it's memory, and the HK G36 now showed up as the only identified weapon type. As it was the standard issue weapon of all the security forces on the base, Danny put it to accepted, to avoid getting a warning every time he grabbed his weapon or ran in to a fellow security worker.
Not much later, the first base employees started to arrive and Danny could get to work. Checking in everyone, writing it down in the log and making sure no-one had any forbidden items with them.
The base employed mostly humans. The entire thing was founded by humans, build by humans and thus operated by humans. Although mudokons, sligs and glukkons had their share of work opportunity at the base, there was still a fairly large gap between humans and the Oddworld natives. A gap that even twelve and a half years of integration didn't manage to close.

[metroixer]

WIN. That is all I can say. And tch! If you told us not to go on you I would have asked what the glukkons do for a job! And using humans is a fantastic plot twist also! Very nice!

[Dave]

Just kidding.
Seriously, a fine twist to the plot.
I surely hope you know where this is going.

[Havoc]

Sorry for the extremely long wait everyone. Been busy, and had a short writers block. Anyway, chapter 3 is ready to go!


Chapter 3: A Resistance Fighter
The morning went by slow, as usual. Cars came in, cars went. Dayshift checked in, nightshift checked out and Danny was busy keeping up with the log.
Sometime around noon, Danny's boss checked in. Ronaldo, or Ron for short, your average cigar smoking Glukkon, wrapped up in a cool blue suit with golden buttons and shiny black shoes. Next to him marched his personal assistant; Sonny. Sonny and Danny used to work alongside each other, back in the old days. They were security guards at the Argo Water Facility, a huge dam only a few miles upstream of the river.
When Ronaldo and Sonny reached the booth, Nick nodded at them.
'Boss, Sonny. How are you today?' Danny asked as Sonny flashed the security passes.
'We're doing alright,' Ron responded with his low Glukkon voice. 'Yourself?'
Ron, just like any Glukkon, looked dangerous, pissed off and impressive all at the same time. He was a very friendly guy and a nice boss though, and Danny had always been grateful for that. Things changed a lot, overall the Glukkons behaviour became a lot better after the invasion, but there were still a bunch of them that maintained the old regime whenever they could. Not Ron though, and that was what Danny was grateful for.
'Boring morning on the job,' Danny replied while he logged them in. 'As usual.'
'Hah,' Ron laughed and nodded. He then turned to 'walk' away. 'Thank you, Danny.'
'Anytime, sir!'
Sonny waited a moment while Ron was making his way to the main base. He'd have plenty of time to catch up anyway.
'Hey Danny, there is a security meeting at the end of the day, so don't go home alright?'
Clearly annoyed by the news Danny looked up from his work.
'Are you kidding me? What about?'
Sonny waved a hand into the air.
'The big shots want to upgrade the base's security. They think it's to easy to get in, and we need to figure out how we're going to do that.'
Danny snorted.
'Damnit…' he said to himself at the thought of missing his favourite T.V show.
'Sorry, Danny,' Sonny said, then went after Ron.
Danny leaned out the window.
'Hey hang on! When are we going to get that drink, pal!'
Sonny kept walking but looked back for a small moment.
'Somewhere next week!'
Then he joined up with Ron and soon they disappeared into a building.
'Yea right,' Danny mumbled amused. 'That's what you always say…'

The nice thing about being a security guard at the Norfolk base was that most employees come and go in the morning and in the evening; the rush hour. The rest of a shift was therefore boring as hell. At times you'd have to inspect on a call or a presumed security breach, but those were usually just ratz being annoying anyway.
So during a boring shift as the one Danny was in right now, it was always welcome to have someone come over to talk to. In this case it was Darwin.
'Hey bro!' Darwin greeted as he entered the booth. 'Hard at work I see?'
Danny nodded as he was doodling a few drawings on a sheet of paper.
'Yea, so I really don't have time to sit and chat with ya.'
He smirked and looked back at Darwin.
'Bout time we heard from you. You had Ed and Kevin worried sick.'
Darwin marched over to Danny under loud protest of his rusty pants. It annoyed the hell out of everyone. The guy owned a garage for crying out loud and he owned a pair of pants that looked like they came straight from the scrap yard.
'I'll have it fixed soon enough…' Darwin noted when he saw Danny's expression. 'And somehow I don't believe they were worried sick.'
Danny scratched his head and put down the drawing supplies.
'Heh, okay so maybe their just worried about the rent,' he noted and chuckled. 'But seriously, what's with all the sneakiness the past month? You've been acting funny and leaving early and whatnot for weeks now.'
Now Darwin scratched his head and moved around a little. The squeaking noise of his pants sent chills down Danny's spine.
'That's kind off why I'm here,' he said and let out a small cough. 'I need a favour…'
Danny stared at him in question.
'What kind of favour?' he asked with suspicion.
'Well, I joined the resistance and…'
'You WHAT?!' Danny yelled straight into Darwin's face. 'Are you out of your mind?! What the hell for?!'
Darwin took a firm stance across Danny, pointing a finger at him.
'Because those humans have no right being here!' he shouted then pointed to himself. 'This planet belongs to us. It's our world, and their not welcome!'
Danny laughed heartily.
'And you think their just going to leave because your so called resistance wants them to?' he shook his head. 'I didn't think you would be that stupid, Darwin.'
Darwin however, crossed his arms and gave a calm answer.
'They will go the same way they came, with force. We'll personally kick them out of here!'
'With what?!' Danny almost laughed at the sheer irony. 'The material on this base alone outnumbers anything the resistance has times ten. Don't be a fool man.'
Darwin walked over to the window and looked out at the base. A huge plot of land scattered with huge hangers, buildings, docks and vehicles.
'That's the favour I need,' Darwin said calmly. 'You're an insider, you can shut down the security.'
He turned to Danny as he was getting more excited.
'You can…'
'Absolutely not! Are you nuts? What's the matter with you?!'
'Why not huh?' Darwin asked on a semi-threatening tone. 'Tell me you don't want those creeps out of here.'
Danny shook his head.
'No, I don't. Life right now is fine as far as I'm concerned. I've got an apartment, I've got a job. The only thing I don't like is that I've got a flatmate and friend who is stupid enough to get involved with the damn resistance!'
Darwin took an aggressive stand across from Danny, again pointing a finger at him.
'Tell me you don't want to get the old life back, like it was twelve years ago. Tell me you don't miss that!'
Danny pushed back at Darwin, smacking away the pointing finger.
'No, I don't! Those times sucked!' he shouted back. 'But you wouldn't know anything about that, now would you?'
'Does it really matt…'
'Yes it does matter!' Danny interrupted him. 'You're fighting to get back at a time you don't even know anything about. You're way to young to know about the old days, you weren't even around back then. I was, and I can tell you that I don't want to get back to it, alright?! And neither should you!'
Darwin stood back, looking at Danny for a few seconds. The tension was intense, it could snap any minute.
'So you're not going to help?' he asked calmly.
'No…' Danny reacted just as calm. 'And if you're wise, you get out of the resistance before you get arrested or killed.'
There was another awkward silence. It lasted for a few seconds, then Darwin's pants brutally interrupted it.
'Fine, don't help,' he said while walking to the door. 'But I'm not leaving the resistance.'
Danny by now had picked up his drawing supplies.
'You're making a big mistake, Darwin!'
Behind him the door whacked shut, and a few moments later he saw Darwin walk off trough the window.
'Whatever!' he shouted back.
Danny sighed as he looked after Darwin. He had no idea what he was getting himself into.

[Slig outlaw]

Nice. I like it.

[Dancing Steef]

Oooh...o.O nice story Havoc I like it! More please?

[metroixer]

Ah the evil writer's block. I heard it attacks everyone once in a while. Good chapter BTW . "Slig drama"

[HobbitNinj]

Oh wow! What a neat twist. Human invaders....that is sooo cool. keep up the good work!