Work at Rupture Farms (v.6)

[Splat]

ooc: Sorry Ark, if you get ignored a bit. Can we say your post came before my previous one? ('Never mind the mud, Arnie gave him a job' and so on)

Anni answered, "Kix and Dean are friends of mine. They're both mudokons. They're nice, and they know Somi. I've known Dean for ages and I met Kix when I came here." She started leading the way back downstairs.

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Dionysia stared at Gappiqu for a few seconds, a look of disbelief on her face. She gritted her teeth and hissed slowly (in a strangely sliggish voice), "Are you insane?"

And then she exploded.

"DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID, KRIK? YOU THINK I'VE FORGOTTEN ALL ABOUT STIVIK AND WHAT HE DID TO ME AND I'D LET THAT ALL HAPPEN AGAIN?" Then she turned her wrath on Gappiqu, "HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU THAT I DON'T WANT THIS? EVERY WORD I'VE SAID, YOU'VE IGNORED ALL OF IT?" She was aware that she was going crazy but it was like she had lost all control over herself, this was all flooding out and she had no way of stopping it. Deep down inside she was terrified as all control over her emotions vanished. Her senses were blinded with rage. She wanted to hurt something, badly.
She screamed at the top of her lungs and suddenly started running. She had no idea what direction she was going in, where she was headed. She wanted to run away, to keep going until her legs gave in and get far away from here, but it seemed whichever way she turned she was trapped between iron walls. So she kept running.

Krik, meanwhile, was suddenly she shaken by her outburst, and seemed frozen in place when she suddenly ran away, though he kept his eyes on that slig. The words 'Emotionally unstable prototype' were flashing across his mind in neon letters.

[dripik]

OOC: All these posts are getting me confused again. First, money is rarely a matter in W@RF, only nominally. And, I find it unlikely that a half-robotic Glukkon would make friends with a Steef and a Grubb. And then again, there are many unlikely things here, like relationships between Sligs and Mudokons. I'll wait and see what turns out of this.
Second, I would like all you new RPers to use Splat's map when you're posting. And third, I would appreciate if you told me about these Cieb-orgs, Oddjob. It would be OK in a FC story, you know, popping in with a new idea without any indication previously, but in an RPG it's rather annyoing... to me, at least.

MM, I think #7 Slig is still in the Cafeteria with Roid, can't remember properly, but it fits in.

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Rick looked at RG questioningly. "So, we should get going then. The sooner we fix your vision, the better. Shall I take your arm and..."

"No need to do that." RG held his hand up refusingly. "Just walk in front of me, Mudokon organic, I can follow you by hearing your footsteps."

They set off to the elevator which led to the Production Lines. Rick walked a few steps ahead of RG, stepping hard on the floor so the robot could follow him. When they reached the elevator, Rick stepped on the platform first. "OK, we're at the elevator. Come over here." he said to RG.

RG walked next to Rick and turned around. Rick pressed a button on the elevator's console on the wall, and they started to ascend. Rick shot a glance at RG's head. He looked creepier than before, with his 'eyes' shattered, the part of his face where the nose would be indented, and one of his eye receptors was hanging out of its socket on its cables. He wondered how he would explain all this to those who see RG in this state.

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Arnie looked at Molt, rather surprised. "Hey there. It seems we haven't met before. So, you're Molt? I heard you had some trouble with Gappiqu earlier. In the Labs, right?"

Otto reminded himself of what Rick told him earlier. Molt's previous boss was hunting the Slig for some reason. They agreed to keep the Slig away from harm, so it was good that Molt still wanted to stay... Obviously, everyone would prefer working in a meat plant than being introduced to a pair of BlitzPackers.

[Splat]

ooc: Well it happened with Jayne and Muse and I don't recall you complaining!
Anyway, Dionysia is a fair part slig, so it's more like a relationship between a slig and a slidoken!

[dripik]

OOC: I meant that there were working relationships between some characters. And that relationship was rather entertaining, so I wouldn't complain at all. But this current one (not Gappiqu and Dion) is starting rather strange, so we'll have to wait how it turns out. I didn't make that clear, it seems.

[Munch's Master]

OOC: Slaveless, I've forgotten. Where are Kix and Dean right now? Where they heading back to the disused corrdior Kix found?
Dripik, thanks.
IC:
Arthur entered the Cafeteria and looked round quickly. No Arnie. He headed over to #7 Slig, noticing he was talking to a new employee.
"Hey, Numbers, where's Arnie? I need to speak with him about some business stuff."
De kentered the Cafeteria as Arthur siad this, and he too hurried to #7.
"Not now Arthur, my message is more important."
Arthur looked at him and replied sarcastically "Come one, what's happened? You ran out of anaesthetic gas? And why are you wearing an armoured suit and carryin' weapons?"
Dek looked back harshly "Because of the message" He addressed the next prt specifically to #7 Slig
"Molt's escaped, I don't know how. I took a nap due to tiredness, when I woke up not 5 minutes later, he was gone. You know how dangerous he is, after the business when he last escaped. I'd like it very much if you and a Secuirty Team helped me catch the pest, or at the very least gave me clearance to hunt him down."

[IloveHammy!]

ooc:dripik,just because ZERO is a Glukkon doesn't mean he has to be evil.He can be my friend if he wants to,I don't care at all.It's not againest the rules to make friends with characters on here is it???

ic:Opple:"Awww,you're sweet.Thank you very much.*Wispers to Shickwayla,'I just knew that extra make-up I put on would pay off!'*
Shickwayla:*Ignoring Opple,says...*"And,I'm glad you reminded me of lunch,I had almost forgotten what we came here for in the first place,FOOD!"
Opple:"This is kinda off subject but,why are you being so nice to us?Most of the Glukkon's I've seen are evil.Are you sure you came from Maggie,the Gluk Queen?Thats where most Glukkon's come from so,just curious."*Picks out some food from the buffet,and fill's her plate.Shickwayla does the same.*

[The Red Muse]

"Yeah, just take him in the train, I'll handle the rest", Red said and gave the intern a few coins of moolah.

"Like, totally, thanks dude," the intern huffed, "But seriously, uh..dude, you're this bigbro's keeper? I mean, like, the thing's three times as big as you are. How the hell do you keep him under control?"

"I have special abilites you can only dream about", Red said with a grin as he watched Jammer being carted to the train.

"Whatever dude", and the intern left.

Red sighed in relief. After hours and hours of talking, he finally managed to get two train tickets to RuptureFarms... or atleast that's what he hoped for.

Jammer, as usually, had a little outburst. He casually smashed in the ticketbooth, killed..--err, mortally wounded an intern, scared a high-ranking executive and ate the last bar of chocolate.
As a result, he got himself a nice new straightjacket.

And a tranquilizing shot in the arse.

Muse boarded the train and headed for his cabin. Jammer was already waiting for him, nicely wrapped up in his very own straightjacket, overflowing with visible rage.
"Aw, c'mon Jammer! Don't give me that look! I talked us out of this mess, that YOU had caused! You should be thanking me!", the small slig snickered, "Besides, you look just FAB in white. It brings out your girlish figures."

Jammer replied with a mumble, followed by an angry grunt and a growl.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll take that muzzle of as soon as this train leaves. Don't be so hasty, sheesh."

Red sat down and yawned, "...but then again, you're not as loud now, as you normally would. Think I'll take a nice long nap and THEN take the muzzle off. Whaddaya think? Sounds good, ye?"

Jammer twitched.

"Aww, calm down. I'm just teasing you."


After a few minutes of waiting, the train finally departed the station, (hopefully) headed for RuptureFarms.

"Alright!" Let's get that muzzle off!", and with that Red stood up and walked to Jammer. He fiddled around with the multiple straps on the muzzle.

As soon as the metallic cage of silence hit the ground, a hell of verbal vulgarities was unleashed. Jammer was more than furious.

If words could kill, Muse would've been killed, mauled, burned, shot, stabbed, strangled, then killed again, mugged and tossed into a fiery meatgrinder.
Yes, into a FIERY meatgrinder. Normal meatgrinders aren't as scary as fiery ones are.

Muse decided that the straightjacket looked too good to go.

This train ride was going to be a long one.
Very, very long.

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(( tired, need sleep. Ignore the typos :>

Muse out ))

[Slaveless]

OOC: Entertaining, really? Well, Gappiqu and Dionysia are about to get a little more interesting....
MM, I believe Kix and Dean are about to go into the Storage area, since they felt like it would be safer to go there first.

IC: Molt was rather disappointed and frustrated that Arnie had forgot him from yesterday. Yet, he was too ill to say something about that. He didn't want to start yelling, since he didn't feel like he had the air to do that. Also, he wasn't crazy about getting in trouble. That had slipped away from his mind and thought more about his future's bosses input.

He snorted at the name of Gappiqu. Molt remembered that guy and he was not someone he wanted to see again. He commented on that, "It's more like Crappiqu. That guy ain't worth it to be called a Slig. That guy has some serious problems. Did ya know that when I lost my arm here, he threw me against a wall? Then he tried tah kill that Intern guy, as well as me. Luckily, I saved him and myself from certain death. Oh, then he had some Mudokon get caught in trace of pure pity. She was actin' as if she had somethin' for him. She was that black Mudokon ya' saw yesterday. You know, when we were talking, she said she wanted to jump in a meatsaw, right? He was worse than this Mudokon I met 20 years ago, when he was part of some damn rebellion group.

His name was Bonty, I got stuck with him a couple of years ago. I sure hope I can kill him soon, he nearily caused Slurg Barns 11 to fall apart. I can't now, with the whole, no beating regulation. Yeah, he's here. Son of a b**** is still alive. Luckily, he has Sligaphobia, and can't stand the sight of Sligs. That's another story that I can't tell, unless ya want ta.

So, er, do I get a job? I need one for some time. I need some occupation in order ta stay here. Can I stay?"

Molt saw the other Glukkon he didn't regonize, and looked at him with the aggressive glance. Not even Glukkons should look at his parts. Sure, it was unusual, but they nothing to say. Why look at him like that when you aren't going to do anything about it?
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Gappiqu was shaken big time by Dionysia. He didn't remember her saying anything about not wanting to be with him. He never thought that she felt so strongly against him. It was so hurtful to learn her true feelings. His bursts of depression were coming on, but her strange sudden burst of anger was frightening. It was like she was going insane! First, she pitched an abnormal tone, which was very Slig like. And then she screamed in absolute frustrating anger. He ignored the fact that she was acting strangily. Gappiqu was just too saddened that she went crazy because of him. It was too much.

Tears rushed like a waterfall down his cheeks. His whole life, he was looking for someone to make it all better. Dionysia was sort of his friend, and he thought that she would make his life worth it to have survived a terrorist attack. But now, the truth had came to him. Life isn't fair, and he should have delt with it before. He still loved Dionysia, but he didn't think it should have been done. Now he frustrated someone he loved, when he should have never loved her and gotten himself into weird situtions. Should he continue on, was the only thing on his mind.

Gappiqu remembered that native and looked at him strangily, with the only thing on his mind to just dispose of him. But he was too sad to do that at all. He couldn't be angry right now. Gappiqu sniffed and deeply bewailed, "To sum it up, I didn't have a great life either. My friend as well got killed, but by your kind. He didn't have to go, but I didn't need the attention I got afterwards. Now look at me. I can't shoot a gun, I have lost my life, I don't have normal pants, and I upset everyone. What makes you think you should complain if the poad is deeper on another end?"

Gappiqu turned around and faced Dr. Krik. Nothing came to mind, except for this. He proclaimed, "Did you really have to make my life more miserble than it had to be?"

Gappiqu fled away from earshot of the two and decided to think about what he had just done at a table. Dropping his gun on the floor, he began to think. Maybe there he could think that there is something else for him. He sat down with a frown across his face and sighed, while weeping hard. Was there anything in for him?
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Slap started to use the artiflesh spray and injector, after finding himself placing the skull of Stuey's back onto his head. It sprayed to make an odd, sticky, substance that looked like flesh a little. He had first sticked the mesh across the skull already there, so it would make a skin graph and create similar matter that is much like the bone cells. Hopefully, the skull will make the mesh have the ability to make the two skulls connect to each other. This procedure was very crucial the part of the operation. If the mesh does work, Stuey will be back together. If it does not, he will have to have a subsitute for the rest of his skull. After spraying, he waited and carefully thought about what Praetyre had said.

Slap typed down swiftly with a serious look in his eyes, "First, before we begin about your curiousity, I need you to make sure the mesh will attach properly to the skull. This is very important in the process of the transplant. Hopefully you don't mind checking.

On the factor of your curiousity, yes, mechincal employees are active. I have seen only one, which was used to carry out the personal requests of Arnie, Otto, and #7 Slig. The droid was here a while back, but RG-49 had found itself chasing after another trouble maker named Gappiqu. This droid is hopefully active. Yet, he is the only one I know of. And he currently shouldn't be found around these parts for a while. On the other subject, using Grubbs is a bad idea in my experience. First of all, Grubbs do not find themselves easy to be found. They populate out of Magog Cartel's range of business domination. It would be more moolah to actually go send Sligs to captivate them, then to buy 5 Mudokons. Second of all, Grubbs are too connected with their faith and native ways to accept these rough areas. They will encourage Mudokons to go out into escaping and cause mayhem all over the place. I suggest employing more work loving Mudokons really, rather than finding a new source of natives."

[Patrick Vykkers]

Praetyre nodded, walking up to Stuey and gripping his skull, trying to pull it off with all his might. But it would not budge a millimetre out of place, even with Praetyre metallic assistance.
"Tougher than a mother's love" he thought.
Praetyre turned to Slap;
"Looks like it set fast. I couldn't pull it off even with my full body weight pulling at his skull. You are clear. And by the way, I've had experience tending to Arrack before. He is in some ways a musical prodigy, and even spent his time asleep thinking up tunes. As such, it causes his brain to generate electricity by itself, and causes humidity to gradually rise up to a 19% ratio. However, due to his physiology, it peaks there, and can only be forced up by infection or outside factors, which I've found have an upper influence limit of 35%. So, you can safely proceed. His loss of bladder control is actually a good thing, as it empties the waste in his body, purifying his blood. The only thing you might have to watch out for are the.. particles possibly infecting him or Arrack. Perhaps you should get some kind of specialty scoop. They normally keep them in cabinets around the wild animal areas."
Praetyre headed out through the surgical seal opening, and resealed it from the monitor.
"Humidity on both subjects is stable. Heartbeat stable. Waste levels on Subject Arrack dropping. Subject Stuey shows no signs of distress, amnesia, or trauma. Subject Arrack's electrical output rising to 1138 microwatts."

[Acopperredhairdfreak]

After Marv looked for a while at Molt's metal bodyparts, he saw that the slig glanced at him aggressively. Marv becamed pissed. Marv had never met a slig acting like this to him.

"What!?" he said in an angry voice. His face turned into a redish sort of colour.

Even for such a small thing, his blood were boiling.
Rebelius Mudokuns, that he could handle. But a cocky slig, that seemd to have drawn the last straw.

[Splat]

ooc: For future reference it wasn't just Krik being nasty; Dionysia did indeed have a (rather violent) moodswing.

IC:
As Gappiqu ran off, Krik called after him, "You can't say I didn't warn you!"
He was, however, shaken by Dionysia's outburst. He knew it shouldn't have surprised him: he was well aware of her emotional instability and had seen (or at least heard about) her exploding like that a couple of times before. Though this was the first time her rage had been directed at him.
He had had enough of this place! He would have another word with Arnie and then would call himself a train and get out! Go and get those tests sorted and come back in a day or two when things had calmed down. If that slig hadn't worked out that he should keep away from her by now then... well, then it was obviously the stupidest slig Krik had met.

All thoughts of the meech that had attacked him earlier and of getting revenge on Gappiqu were gone. He headed for Arnie's office.


ooc: Is Arnie on the catwalk or the ground floor of the grinders?

[Zerox]

IC: "That's good to know. I was worried they might be Sligs, or another species that would more likely be trying to profit from me, and as a result, do who knows what with me". Sturg started following Anni back down the stairs.

[ZERO101]

IC:"Yes, I am a glukkon and did come from maggie, but I have all ways been more of a nice glukkon and would love nothing more than to save the animals on oddworld". "I do have a need for power, but I can be evil and let all my evil out on the plants and trees". "But if you want to know I do have a pure evil side that shows when I feel like I need to try to save someone or try to win..... allso it come out if I get wet". (The last time I got wet I killed over 40 scrabs) thought zero with a sad looking face. "any who, this food looks good, dig in guys" said zero stuffing his face with the sweet and sour meat.


OOC: Dripik I am EVIL, just not on like wild life more or less I would try to take over the glukkon queen and rule oddworld and yes I am a glukkon so to save or help a friend I would kill someone or something

[moxco]

oc Um were they entrance to the factory?

[ZERO101]

OOC MoxCo I am a glockstar and the onwer of ZERO MART "if it's less than one moolah it's zero" If you like skoot on over to the cafeteria and we can talk about the factory's and I have arms and have a tan glockstar outfit on and a gold Z on my hat.

[Splat]

ooc: The RPG is called 'Work at Rupture Farms', not 'Work at Zero Mart'. Your character has to be in Rupture Farms and he has to arrive somehow!

[dripik]

OOC: I don't have anything against friendships between characters, don't get me wrong, IloveHammy!. If Opple and Shickwayla call a Glukkon who gave them money a friend, then I didn't say anything. And I wouldn't mind you and ZERO to post in the story-telling form instead of the script-like form, if that's possible. Sometimes, it's hard to make out what you're trying to say, it's too packed. Or at least, leave some space in your posts.

Heh, Arnie has a lot of my personality with him. I always forget who he already met.

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Apparently, Molt wasn't afraid to share his thoughts about Gappiqu and Bonty to the Glukkons. Arnie was taken aback by all this: the Slig said openly that he was against the rule of No Mudokon-Beating. This was the same situation as when Jammer was assigned outside, in the Stockyards, just to keep him away from Mudokons. Arnie had to find a way to keep Molt out of trouble... somehow. He started with the usual idea.

"So, I don't recall you ever told anything about your abilities. I mean, do you have any skills, other than firing a gun?"

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"No idea, Arthur." said #7 Slig. He could be anywhere, but my bet is that he's on this level. He can't be too far from here."

Then Dek came in and told him about Molt. "He's gone again? Nothing's stopping him, right?... OK, I'll help you, but I think we could use some more guards. Have you seen RG? Is he still at the Labs?"

[moxco]

Occ: @ Zere101, well if your guys so rich and all, whats he doing in an abandon factory? My guy here becuse hes factory in vykkers labs blew up.


Well fancy that, said Mox, The train still comes to an abandoned building.
"Well actualy," replied ELsman "that was a private train run by some chump who will take you any were to get some moolah".
"shut up and stop bragging about your knowledge and get me somthing to eat commanded." Mox, Yes boss replied Elsman. What are you getting me, isnt this rupture farms, creator of the tasty paramite pie." "Er sir, said Elsman".
"What", snapped Mox,.
Well if this place is abandon dont you think they wont be making paramite pies" said Elsman.
"There you go with that about bragging your knowlodge again," said Mox
*Sigh* why did we come here again if i cant get anything to eat.
ELsman held out a piece of paper.
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"Well", said Mox how much does it pay?
Nothing I think said ELsman.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
sreamed mox

[Splat]

Mox, Rupture Farms is not abandoned. It was reopened by Arnie a long time ago.

Secondly, saying that note comes from Arnie counts as godmodding. You're controlling Dripik's character by saying he sent the note.

[dripik]

OOC:


Sorry about this Moxco., but it seems that you just can't get the hang of this. I know that you even had difficulty with your characters. You need to write a decent profile for all of them. Random ones are dying out here fast. And that last post of yours was the one which made me react like this. One thing was the godmodding, second was the content of the whole post, it made no sense, third is the grammar.

[Slaveless]

OOC: I would also like it if IloveHammy! and ZERO101 pay a little more attention to everyone else's posts, not just their occ's. Some of us trying to talk to their characters.

IC:

Molt tried not to laugh hysterically when two of the Glukkons said something that was rather humorous to him. The first one had been insulted by a look, which usually didn't bug people around here. And normally he had to say something before they got ticked off. Who knew that someone could be that touchy? Molt also found it quite stupid for someone to ask if he had any other skills. It was like Arnie had not even glanced at his profile.

Molt calmed himself down very casually and decided to talk some sense into the touchy Glukkon last. He would have a good discussion with Arnie anytime now. He commented with a tone of seriousness, "When I was hired by Slurg Barns 11, it was just re-opening and the only employees were, me, 24 newly borned Mudokons, and 5 Kinto slaves. I had to be taught by me boss, since he was the one who knew how everything needed to be done. He explained to me that I had to train the others how to fix up the place. That meant I needed to be told how to treat the machinery, clear the area from all gases, control the Boiler systems, and place animals in the fixed pens. I didn't do it all, I had the other employees help a little. So you might say I know how to train Mudokons and Kinto Slaves, how Magog Cartel factories function, how to treat and kill animals, and how to react when a gas leak is around. Yeah, I'm an all-purpose employee. I will do anything for ya. I was even in control of the security back then. So maybe I can be considered an expert on Magog Cartel meat-packing factories. I can't do anything else because I ain't got nothin' for no product factory involvin' other products. I have only worked at Vykker Labs for a while, but I was security back then. So yeah, what do ya think, Arn?"

OCC: I seriousily had that planned to be said for quite some time. That didn't come straight from my head.

IC:

Slap took in what Praetyre had just said and took a good note of it. However, even though Stuey was in great shape, he was uneased by what kind of condition Arrack had. Even though it was normal for him to react that way, it disturbed him on the very idea he increases humidity all the time. He could understand why Arrack has such a condition, but he was still overly-concerned about this. But if anything was to come up, he would know what to do.

Slap shoved aside the concern and continued. He carefully grabbed the rest of Stuey's skull and planted it into to mesh. Slap next carefully moved the mesh properly to fix the two pieces into a single piece, by making it look like the mesh was part of the skull. After moving it around, he made an observation on his work. He could see no abnormalities appearing around the skull. Slap decided it was time to continue onto the next step, which involved leaving the area. But first, he decided he could put Stuey back together. He grabbed the two pieces of skin on Stuey's head together and kept them together with one hand. He used the second hand to grab the artiflesh injector again. Poking one of the ends of cutting, he started operate the device, releasing the artiflesh onto the skin and slowly started to cover the slit of open space. The artiflesh started to connect them together with red, senstive skin, through the transformation. Slap found that he needed to watch it for a while after injecting the artiflesh to make sure it was working. Sure enough, no problems were occuring.

Slap had next stepped back from Stuey and Arrack and plotted his next move. He had to somehow reactivate the genetic material of the brain cells he collected into Arrack. He knew how, yet it would take some effort in a field he had no experience in. Slap just had to type his frustrations down, as he got an idea. "Sir, do you have any experience in handling nano-technology? I need it since I need to have the unactive, brain cell producing genetic material be re-activated and transfered into Arrack. I suspect I need to use gene therphy, since I have to get a virus to transfer it into the old brain cells. Yet, I have no viruses to operate on. So I need some transfering technology that can assist me. But, I am a doctor, not an engineer. So I need assistance. Are you familiar with this field?"

[OddjobAbe]

IC: #0012 considered termination of his recent non-organic models. He had thought about it, and decided that the Cieb-org units for boiler maintenance were not needed. He kept them in storage at his room back at the barracks. He returned to RuptureFarms in a matter of two days. He didn't want to destroy his units. His consideration for termination of the units was dismissed when #0012 thought about the work he'd spent on them. He now would walk around the facility looking for the first person that he could get a proper job from. The first thing on #0012's mind was in fact to find an excuse to annihalate Goshhe...

Goshhe had spent his time helping slaughter the Scrabs while he'd been gone. He'd not seen much of #0012 alately, though. He was damn glad about this.

OOC: Many parts in this post had been pointless, I just neded to get the Cieb-orgs to leave the RPG, as I took into consideration what dripik said. I'm sorry for wasting space with my last few posts, and in future, I will think more about what I am doing.

My next four posts will be set BEFORE #0012 got rid of the Cieb-orgs, explaining what fills the gap with Goshhe, and what was going through
#0012's mind.

Again, apologies for any wasted space AND the quality of this post. This post is definately NOT up to my standards.

[Patrick Vykkers]

OOC: Dripik, if hilarious posting was a crime, you would be more sought after than Osama Bin Laden.
IC: Praetyre replied to Slap;
"Arrack is still rising steadily towards his peak, otherwise stable. I do have some limited knowledge of piloting nanovehicles. But as I have said, I cannot leave the monitors without severely limiting this surgical operation. As such, you will have to get the nanotech yourself, and I will guide you through the process and control of nanotechnology."
Praetyre deactivated the surgical shield once again, and ordered his suit to dispense a nanoinjector with a NanoCarrier MK IX and with a NanoRemote. He stretched out his metallic hand again, offering the injector and NanoRemote to Slap.

[Slaveless]

OOC: OddjobAbe, I would be careful about your timelines. Two days takes about two RPGs to get through around these parts. Yes, time goes very slow around here, but we can't rush it.

IC: Slap glanced at Praetyre and looked at him wearingly. He typed down, "Sir, I have used nano technology to help the other surgeons at my old job to do gene therphy before. I just do not know how to program and construct nano-technology. I just need to know whether or not you are able to tell me how to cause gene-threphy to happen. Can you tell me what kind of technology I need, being the fact I doubt there are such labels in this facility. So, do you believe this place would have the ability to construct such a machine? What kind of machines will I need to make these kinds of mechinisms as well?"

He grabbed the injectors and NanoRemote and placed them in his apron. He would later need them.

[OddjobAbe]

OOC: Okay, due to slow time, I'll reduce it to half an hour. Thanks for the tip, Slaveless.

[Patrick Vykkers]

Praetyre replied to Slap;
"You only need the NanoRemote, the NanoCarrier IX, and the injector, which can be switched to suck. Simply travel into his neural area after injecting the NanoCarrier IX into his bloodstream, acquire the necessary genetic code, then suck out, inject into Arrack's neural area, and insert the gene. Nanotechnology is not a matter of programming, as the batteries for an independent nanite would run out very, very, very quickly. You have to manually control it with a remote, kind of like a video game. It has a camera eye on all sides, and a grasper, in addition to a little option for speed changing and direction changing."

[Munch's Master]

OOC: Something that's bugged me for a while about this RPG- since time is so slow, and we're only in v.6, has only a week passed since the factory was re-opened? Because new employees are coming and going thick and fast if that's the case!
IC:
Arthur sighed. "Oh, right. Well, he's not at the Statons, not here, an' his office ain't on this floor. Does he inspect employees when they're working?"

Dek shook hsi head. "Regrettably no, I don't know where RG is. If h gets to Molt before we do, this factor ycould become a full scale warzone. We'll have to hurry. Get any Sligs you can find willing to come, armour them up and get them batons and Snuzis from the armoury. We don't want Molt killed. I feel responsible for his problems, in a way- I know he was trouble before, but I cna't help but think the implants for his arm and eye I gave him may have disturbed him a little."

[Splat]

ooc: MM, you're probably right, (I'd say we might just be on week 2 actually, but I'm not sure) but the best way of dealing with things to is to blindly ignore that fact, get on with it, and pretend that a lot more time has passed than really has.
Waiting for Arkanzor before I post as Krik.

IC:
Anni lead the way as they headed downstairs and back out into the stockyards. Jim was somewhat relieved to be out in the open again. They headed on their way to the factory.

(ooc: Sorry for such a short post. There's only so much you can say about walking down some stairs and out of a building.)

[Zerox]

IC: Sturg noticed that the crew was headed towards the factory "Uh, I are liable to be going through any particularly...well...dangerous areas? As in, will we be going through the main part of the factory, or are we sneaking through more secluded areas?"

[arkaznor]

ooc: Sorry if I ever edit my post. If I ever do it's because I spot some spelling error or typo, that I only notice after I posted.

IC: Ark fell to the ground, landing in a sitting position.
"While, I'm right back were I stated," Ark whispered to him self,
"At least a didn't have to shoot. Though, I would like to know what just happened. No use worrying about it though."
Letting out a sigh, Ark got to his feet again. As Ark hosted his gun he head a slight crackle sound. Feeling in his holster, he pulled out a folded sheet of paper.
"Your kidding." Ark exclaimed as he unfolded the paper, reveling a map of Rupture Farms.
*I thought I'd lost this.* Ark thought looking at the map. *OK, so the grinding station is there.*
"Right, so off I go." Ark said aloud, right before his stomach rumbled. *Though, than again I'm near the cafeteria.*
Turning around, Ark walked into the cafeteria. Grabbed a scrap leg, and chose a seat that no one was near.

Sniffing the scrap leg Ark thought that he didn't think he would willing be eating a scrap leg again. He than took a bite, *wow this isn't to bad,* Ark thought before eating the rest of the leg.