The complete chronicles of a slig
The chronicles of Odd – Yit’s odyssey
I wrote this about three months ago once chapter on an old thread but, no one sees it so do read this =D
Chapter 1
Yit looked down at the mudokon he had just pummelled to the floor, he smiled to himself, the quivering wreck cowered at his iron feet awaiting another crack but it didn’t come, the mudokon looked up shielding his eyes from the bright hand moon, “Now fack off you pile of fleechcrap, if I catch you here again ill hang you by your neck and slug you through your little heart”! The mudokon stood up his legs giving way, it ran off as fast as it could, Yit fired a shot at it so it knew he wasn’t messing.
Yit watched the mudokon fade into the smog of rupture farms and he turned “Gorky”! shouted Yit in his nicest tone (which wasn’t so nice with his prosthetic voice enhancer) a big slog crawled out of a small metal hut and waddled up to the sligs side, “Whose a good boy huh Gorky, you are you little mudcrap”! The slig smiled down to the slog and it barked back, Yit spotted a fleech crawling towards a small fuzzle stuck in some barbed wire, he fired his rifle at it and the fleech dropped, blood pouring from its stomach, the slig wandered over to it and prodded it with the butt of his gun to check it was truly incapitated which it was, Yit turned and shouted to his slog, “Git ‘im”! The slog sprinted over and lunged at the carcass, it chewed at it noisily every now and again staring up at his owner and barking quickly to prove his satisfaction.
After it finished the fleech Gorky sniffed at the fuzzle which bared its teeth but when the slog bared his it backed away and started squeaking miserably “No Gorky, oi, I said no” shouted Yit, when the slog ignored him Yit’s eyes flared, he picked up his holstered truncheon and knocked Gorky clean over the head, Gorky reeled and barked angrily.
The slig sighed and looked out at what he could make out of rupture farms, he wondered what it was like and if it had changed from when he had worked there, he wondered about the juicy taste of the scrab cakes and if they still the used the same unnatural odditives, oh Butt-flo was fantastic he remembered, and Snotrocker!
He walked gingerly down the narrow platforms around the edges of the scrab pens, watching for missteps, one wrong foot and he’d land down in an iron cage match with a scrab more dangerous than a fleech riding a paramite. Gorky followed in his footsteps barking at the fire flies. New thoughts flowed around Yit’s head like an angry sceekfly, unearthed by the disintegrating paths he was re-walking, “poor scrabs, eh boy”. Yit said, the slog looked at him and cocked his head, “yer, I’m probably getting to soft aye”!
Yit kept walking until the path was completely ruined, he learnt over and eased himself onto his metal knees, the scrab before him looked up and gave a short screech, Yit bared his hand and the scrab rubbed its tusk against it, it grazed it but, for a scrab that was pretty soft, “Easy girl, careful, good, sorry I ain’t got no food, I gave it to that ungrateful little oddpile over there”. Yit pointed at Gorky who whined unsure if Yit was serious or not. The scrab howled at the unfortunate news, like Yit, the scrab lay at the very back of the stockyards; no one remembered it so no one fed it, unless Yit did. He breathed heavily and watched his breath spiral in the cold air. He spent a few more quiet minutes in the company of his two friends watching the hand moon (that’s what a mud called it that he let go) His slog started to pant and grow restless so Yit pulled himself and trudged back to his hut.
Chapter 2
Yit’s hut was simple, a enlarged sic ‘em hut to be technical, Yit stepped inside and groaned, the walls were still the same metal and would always be, apart from the odd bits of slime that treated his eyes to a light green colour.
He stepped up to his locker and hung up his gun however, he did not put his legs in his locker, he still believed in his old Rupture Farms laws, ever since he was caught without them before by an angry mudokon, he still had the marks of the muds foot on his head.
Yit drifted into a fitful slip and dreamed. “Am I awake”? He asked himself as his eyes adjusted to the gloom then he screamed his tentacles flailing showing is disgusting mouth. Before his eyes was Rupture Farms area 499 formerly known “Genocide Room”, name given because the entire rabble ended up there, the ultimate cleansing! He remembered the scream that were constant in the room as mudokons, sligs and slogs alike lined up slowly being pushed forward by Sligs armed with batons, at the front of the queue were huge meat grinders, those at the front of the queue pushed and punched at those behind them knocking some over to be sliced, blood spattering those a row behind, the screams were drowned out by the constant drown, splotch, drown, splotch of the grinders, the metal walls were stained red with blood and so where the creatures skins, some of the stronger ones had been in the room for days, knocking others out the way or climbing on top of the machines. Yit was at the back armed with his baton and pest control shield, it was up to him and 20 other sligs to make sure the slaughter went smoothly.
It was Yit’s 57th day and he had never before been in a genocide room, a mudokon grabbed at his leg and Yit smashed it over the head sending brain everywhere, the other sligs panicked and began to beat up everything in there paths, the whole place escalated into an epilepsy of disorder, Yit realised this was all wrong and he pulled out his popper,, the fire lasted for six minutes but by the end he was the only living thing in the room, or so he thought, he was about to run out of the room until he heard the soft whimpers of a baby slog, he sprinted over to it and picked it up…
Yit awoke with a start, he had fallen out of his sleeping bag and was on the floor with a cold sweat over his body, Gorky was barking worriedly at Yit’s face. “All right, I’m fine im up what do you want hmm”? Gorky howled and wandered off grumpily to sniff out some fleeches. For a few nights now Yit had had that same dream, and he awoke at the same point, “Odd, I don’t know why”! He said to himself, perhaps it’s been a year or something he thought. It was twilight now in the yards and the sun was just poking through the smog filled atmosphere, it barely got much brighter because none of the suns could get enough light through the carbon dioxide enriched clouds. “Gorky”! The sudden shout sent bats and birds in all directions, Gorky shuffled up to Yit, he had fuzzle blood around his mouth “Oh well, I tried to stop him, stupid fuzzle anyway time to check the bloody gates see what poor sap got himself fried in a botched attempt to leave this raellhole”! (Rael being Hell for sligs) Yit jogged up towards the gate and realised how rusty his pants were, shite, I really need a new pair o’ legs or im gunna kick it soon he thought.
There was only one mud by the electric gate and he wasn’t dead but he was badly burned, Yit watched him for a bit grinning to himself, the mud rolled about on the cold ground moaning and cursing to all odd, “You want help kiddo”? Asked Yit in a sarcastic tone (or at least what he could attempt to muster from his voice box) “How the slutch long have you waiting here you pile o’ slogcrap”! screamed the ranting mudokon, his breath was very laboured, Yit picked up the bundle of bones and pushed him up against the railings, the muds skin hissed and smoked, he yowled and tried to lash out which caused him even more pain. Yit had seen this all before and he thought it best to pop him out of his misery quickly and in a slightly painful manner. “The mudokon looked up in the sligs direction despite his hollow sockets containing but the very remnants of his eyes. “I can’t see, holy crap sliggy, oh boy in for it this time, how am I gonna reach the bird portal, I’m as mucked up as one of those stitched muds”! Yit walked off and returned soon with a cool can of Soulstorm Brew, he had recently wrested from another slig that tried to report him, he still had a 6 pack back in his sic ‘em.
He laughed when he saw the mudokon clinging on to a railing and trying to haul himself back on his feet, “It ain’t funny ya slogcrap, course I’m gonna fall over, wait, hey I can smell Soulstorm, yummy, is it for me”? Blurted the Mudokon, “Yeh it’s for you here you sorry sak o’ a mud”. He handed it over and the mudokon grasped at his hand, it was callused but softer than his own, the water of the side of the can trickled down his hand but was quickly licked off by a mosquito, as the mud slurped noisily he realised what was happening and he attempted to raise his singed brows, mudokons rarely come a cross such a slig or even such a scrub that was so kind. “You gonna pop me slig, cuz I don’t wanna die, can’t you just let me wander off, no one will no what ya did”. Yit realised he could have some fun with this mud. “Shut up mud, you’ve had yer brew now stand up so I can tie you to an example post”. Yit’s tentacles rose in delight while the mud flailed about dropping the can and spilling the contents onto the rocks which sent a cluster of mozzies flying at his feet. “No no, no please ah mudshite c’mon please” he babbled, Yit rolled on the floor laughing, the mud stopped crying and stared, “what’ya joking ill end you…you slogcrap” this sudden outburst added with the sniffling only made the moment more humerous, The slig walked up to the electric fence and pinned in, it hummed loudly and switched off, he then proceeded to walk past the gate, the mud stumbled after him, “were are you goin? You ain’t gonna leave me here by myself, “Nah im going to get you some bandages, there’s a small outpost that been derelict for years, but I swear if you get lost or slow down I’m not coming back”! Yit was serious and his voice turned cold and his eyes flared again, the poor mudokon realised his seriousness and followed in quick procession, the slig stared up and saw one of the moons, it was closer than the suns and brighter, he hadn’t noticed before but the craters looked familiar, he squinted and blurred his vision as much as he could and then it hit him, his face was on the moon, he stopped and the blind mudokon walked straight into him, the sligs sensory organs knocked out and his hysticslig intelligence (a sligs revelation) set in ~ ‘your moon stands in front of you and shows you your path, it stays forgotten and lost like you but soon it shall move on spreading its light to the lands far away were it is needed, asteroids pummel at its face but it sheds them like flies, not that it is untouchable, for soon your time will be over and a new hero will take your place, you will meet another and you will together learn’ Yit shook violently and came flailing back into reality, the mud was pulling at his arm and the two watched in horror as a massive meteorite came hurtling through the sky, it had craters on its face to but Yit couldn’t make out if they made anything up, the meteorite began to brake up and smaller fragments span off tearing holes through the thick clouds, the main rock smashed into Yit’s moon and shockwaves ripped over the surface tearing up debris and smoke, the other fragments faded off, he was left watching half a moon, Yit’s face had been smashed into oblivion and a new face had been made, it was faint but it looked remotely like a grinning glukkon.
Chapter 3
“Oi Gorky, we’re getting the heic out of here, move your ass”! Yit fetched the bandages and hurled them at the mud, “It’s time for you to go, don’t ever go back to rupture farms” the mudokon didn’t have to told twice, it edged itself off into the distance. Yit and Gorky set off with nothing more than his gun and his baton, slung over his shoulders, “Gorky, I’ve never been further out than that electric fence, never, for years we’ve sat here forgotten and un-needed, its time for us to go back to wherever I came from, I’m guessing a swamp near Monsaic Lines, probably, but were do slogs come from, they must have been brought from somewhere ‘ey boy”! Gorky barked.
The pair left the stockyards and ventured into the dreaded free fire zone.
The free fire zone is the area that separates the stockyards from Monsaic Lines it is always dark and the area is barren for miles around, skewered mudokons are erected around to scare off any one who was stupid enough to try and escape, the free fire zone also has a notoriety for its trigger happy breed of sligs and its ferocious slogs, Yit wouldn’t get far before he was questioned but he had one weak and unlikely ally, fate.
Yit exorcised his metal pants and realised he was in trouble, a lack of any maintenance tools had left them in disrepair, “I have to get to the maintenance booth or I’m going to end up crawling the journey”. Yit walked through the zone for a bit free from any hassle besides the odd mosquito and the barking from an excited Gorky then, from the darkness he saw a red visor light, a slig walked up, Yit’s vision wasn’t what it was last year and without fine tuning his visor, he couldn’t see very far, obviously the other slig had seen him first. “Freeze, friend or foe”? It shouted Yit squinted and wasn’t quite sure what to say, he hadn’t talked to a slig in a year, “I’m a friend you…err yes, I’m a friend”. The slig gestured for Yit to walk forward; he accepted and slowly walked over, Gorky growled and the slig looked worried, he aimed his popper at him and put his finger on the trigger, “No, he won’t hurt you less I tell him to” cried Yit, the slig eased his finger but his brow clenched “was that a threat”? He said sarcastically, “No, I wasn’t…I just said” Yit’s stuttering re-assured the other slig he wasn’t going to be so much of a threat.
“Hey guys look what the slog brought in” cried the slig, his voice was met by another “Vyik, we don’t care if you found another fuzzle with four eyes”. Two other sligs walked out of the shadows one of them was holding a mudokon by the hair, he was familiar the mud had no eyes…
Chapter 4
The mud was wailing, “If this is the same slig as earlier on, I’m sorry, please let go, I didn’t graffiti over Molluck’s face I swear”! The slig holding him let go and smashed him with his baton, blood spurted from his back and the mud cradled into a foetal position, “Look, we found something much better”. Oh my odd, Yit thought to himself, what the hell I told him to get the hell outta here, “Err, guys, c’mon let him go, he just a filthy mud”. “Aye, who put you in charge you shite, I’ll batter you up worse than this mud” said Vyik tetchily, “Hey, sliggy is that you”? Whimpered the mud, “He knows you oh I’m ending you for treason, I’m gunna get a reward from Skillya of you”! “You’ve been forgotten but you want a sligbrawl you got one biatch” retorted Yit, he new he was more than a match for the other slig despite his condition, the other slig was still a baby green and only had a baton, no popper, the two circled each other, Yit’s legs creaking all the while then Vyik lunged but he timed it wrong and Yit jumped out of the way, Vyik slid across the dirt sending up a cloud of dust and cutting up his arms, he starred through his murky visor and just caught a glimpse of Yit’s foot as it smashed into his mask, the glass cracked and Vyik screamed “what the bloody odd oh my odd what the hell, my glass is broken help, help”, the other sligs looked at each other and slowly backed off, at this point Yit whistled and Gorky charged out of the shadows and knocked the two over, they sprawled away but Gorky jumped on them and tore at there torsos shredding there pants off, meanwhile Yit had just finished beating Vyik, he had worked up a sweat and stood there watching over the battered slig, he then turned his attention to the moaning mud, “I told you to get the odd out you pissonavendo”! The mud spat and chocked, “please help”, the mudokon moaned “no, I’m off”. Yit walked off beckoning to Gorky angrily, “please be kind, and end my misery”! Howled the mud after him, the duo kept walking and Yit didn’t turn back, and in the night, all that could be heard was the piercing screams of a mud while in the distance a lonely scrab cried back.
Chapter 5
The pair kept walking together in silence for a few miles before Yit collapsed, “Boy, hey my legs finally gave in, I need to get to a locker, Gorky, yor’ going to have to carry me for a bit, he crawled over to Gorky and detached his pants, the rust flaked of and his pants clattered to the floor, completely seized up. Yit clambered on top of Gorky and hauled up his gun, Gorky gave a short grunt and waddled onwards, they looked quite the pair, like a horseman riding on.
After a while further the air began to clean and the sun pierced through whiter clouds, Yit stared around him completely awe struck, he wiped his visor to try and see better but it was still grimy from his skirmish so, with much hard work he removed it, he squinted and re focused his eyes, it was slightly easier for him to see but sligs are so used to the synthetic visors that it is hard to see without them, like glasses, a sligs eyes are small and make there heads rather grotesque, two small ears that looked like tiny trumpets stuck out of his head which only added to the comedy of his face, his skin complexion under his mask was still a nice slimy green since no dirt could get through.
The dirt began to grow soft under Gorky’s feet and he barked as it tickled him, Yit looked down and noticed small sprigs of grass were shooting up beneath him. In the distance there was a strange structure with sails rotating in the wind but as Gorky strolled over Yit looked astounded, the windmill was rigged with black holes and the area around it was riddled with mines, a big banner protruded off one of the sails it said, “Future site of the new micro meat plant, MudosCathedral”, Yit turned and behind was a freshly slain native mudokon, flies coated his wounds and they bussed angrily over the carcasses head, Gorky snapped at the living cloud and wined when they bit at him.
The slig dismounted Gorky and wearily crawled over through the mine fields and up to the door of the mill, he hoped up and knocked the door open with his head, it was gloomy inside and the complex was quite large. There were a few lockers propped up uneasily against the wall but they were in bad disrepair, he crawled up to them and fired at the locks, the sound reverberated around the mill. The lockers opened and one of them had an old pair of mark II pants, Yit slipped into them and realised they had not been worn in a while because they were cold and the motor was off and empty, Yit manually moved them but it was hard and the pants moved slow, in another locker there was some fuel which made walking easier, he headed up to see if he could find some one to ask directions but no one was in so he thought, “Hey”! Cried a voice from behind him “slig, what are you doin”? Yit turned and behind was a scrimpish wanna-be gluk, “this mill is of bounds ya git, you not see the mines, get out”! For a moment the slig was tempted to give a s’mo bs but then he realised he didn’t actually work for him, “I’m not leaving pud, I don’t work for you, pess off.” The glukkon looked worried for a second but he couldn’t recollect his cool, “listen, I’m a wanna-be not a pud you slogcrap and I got more moolah in my finger nail than you do in your entire savings”! Yit thought for a second and replied, “how much we talking about”? The gluk looked slightly surprised “50k moolah” he stammered, “good” said Yit, he pulled out his popper and blew out the gluk’s brains, he then sprinted up to the top of the mill, he opened a sectioned off room and there was the gluk’s quarters, in the centre was his safe, Yit fired at it and the lock cracked, moolah spilled all over the floor, Yit lined his pockets with as much as possible and then he came back down the ground floor of the mill, Gorky was still waiting impatiently outside, Yit tiptoed over the mines and patted Gorky on the head.
Chapter 6
Yit and Gorky turned and stopped, standing in front of them was a group of mudokons, they were wearing brownish shorts and had feathers on there heads, Gorky’s shackles rose and he growled but Yit gave him a glare and he stopped, “What’ya do creature”? Asked the mudokon, Yit wasn’t to sure what to say usually he would be the one doing the questioning and usually the mud would be begging at his mechanical feet. “Er, I just killed a gluk in your mill, there a problem”? The mudokons cheered when they heard the news and for a second Yit couldn’t work out why, “That gluk harvested our mudokon eggs and tried to shoot us, creature, you look a lot like them”! They stopped smiling as they realised what he was, “why did you help us”? Asked one of the younger mudokons, “coz, I needed moolah”. Yit replied, “Moo-lah”? Questioned the little mudokon, he sounded it out to himself slowly, “Yeh, moolah, currency, ya know, moolah”? “Oh yeh, like trading” the mudokon said, Yit gave an exasperated sigh, “Yeh that’s exactly what it’s like, say do you no how to get to the Slig Breeding Grounds”. One of the older mudokons gasped, “Why would you want to go there? There disgusting and they are ruining are lands”. Yit through his mask onto the floor, because I’m a slig you twat, he un-holstered his gun and fired a round through the muds head; he fell onto his knees, blood pouring from his forehead. The mudokons gasped, “You just shot elder Bromotvitch”! One cried, “Because I have a short temper, could someone please tell me how to get to the Slig Breeding Grounds” Yit's voice was course and harsh without his voice synthesizer, he picked up his mask and re fitted it, if a slig leaves it off for too long they catch diseases filtered from the air in there masks. One of the muds was pushed forward; he stumbled and tripped onto his knees, “To get to Sligoria as we know it, you must first go through lower Monsaic, you will probably find a few jungle hamlets with some sligs since they can’t live in the upper levels, to dangerous, after that a hired guide will take you to Paramonia, you’ll have to find your way from there to Sligoria, it’s well hidden but not far, I hope the sligs down there take moolah coz your stuffed if they don’t”! The mud stepped up and dusted his knees down, Yit breathed, “thank you” he said, “that’s better, good luck with de-mining the area, “how do we do that”? They asked, Yit fired a shot and the area went white, Yit got up and the muds were sprawled over the floor, a few groaning and helping up others and one run around screaming, his back on fire, the mill was nowhere to be found, only a smoking sign saying Mudos Mill Meat Making Plant. Yit walked off with Gorky at his heels, Gorky was moaning, the blast had singed his skin slightly and he couldn’t understand how he had invoked the punishment of his master.
Chapter 7
After walking a good ten miles it began getting dark and Yit’s moon peeped over the horizon, it was still scarred by the meteorites and it reminded Yit about his strange prophesy, he unpacked his sligtent, a raggedy piece of green cloth stretched over two metal stakes, then he set up a small campfire, a few fireflies gathered around it and added a quiet buzzing to the tranquillity of the night, Gorky (who he sent off earlier) had brought back a meep carcass, Yit roasted it over the fire and Gorky paced excitedly, as it crackled, the fat dribbled down onto the floor and hissed, sending up small puffs of smoke that twirled and danced eventually vanished into the air, the meat was ready and Yit gave the first cut to Gorky who chomped on it delightedly, Yit took a slightly more delicate approach to his dining, he sat on a log and raised his tentacles, they jabbed at the meat and it flew up into his mouth as was how all sligs ate.
Eventually the fire died into red embers that glowed as the breeze aired them, Yit climbed into his tent and Gorky did his business, “not here”! Cried Yit sticking his finger out of the tent, Gorky growled and wandered off, Yit slept.
Hey, Yit wake up you shmuck, Yit *woke up and was met by two slig ghosts, they were riddled with bullets and they were sickly white and wrinkly, Yit shielded his eyes partly because they were bright and partly because he was freaked, “what do you want, who are you”! The ghosts looked down upon Yit and began to talk, “Listen, you got out right? How do you think you got out? We were watching you the hole time, but we can’t keep on so listen and listen good, you gotta save your slig brothers, all over Mudos industrial sligs are turning against there bosses, the Glukkons have a solution, complete genocide, how could they have sligs that still have there instincts huh”? Yit looked worried “How can I help”? He asked, this time the other slig replied “You gotta find the rogue queen in Sligoria, her name is Geep, she can stop any more sligs being leased out, Skillya is soon to stop laying and she will lay her last egg, the uberegg, it will be the next queen, a perfect new start for the Glukkons, perfect to be manipulated, you have to steal the egg or kill it, your choice”! The sligs turned and burst into smoke, when it cleared Yit was left alone. Yit stayed awake for hours pondering over the event that had just happened but eventually, he fell into a sleep, the first peaceful rest in months!
Yit awoke and Gorky was still asleep, the sun peaked over the treetops and the clouds were changing colour, from pink to white, Yit got up and nudged Gorky, he arose slowly and yawned showing his yellowy teeth coated in thick saliva, The meep had was gone, it had probably been dragged of by a Paramite in the night, Yit was hungry so he sent Gorky out to catch something, he returned with a baby paramite, the two dug in and after Yit packed up his tent and stuffed it into his little haversack, Gorky had just finished off the paramite carcass as Yit packed, the two walked down and jumped over the river that nestled into the side of the hills, Yit could see a deep forest far off and he thought it might be Monsaic so he set off in that direction.
Sub Chapter:
Back in the stock yards, a slig crawled over to his gun, he was scarred and in a state, the filth of the ground coated him in slime and slurgs had covered his body, he groaned, his cuts were still oozing blood and he had already lost so much. With his gun as a steady, he stood himself up, his legs were completely seized up so he took them off, it crawled for half a mile before it reached a slig out post, “hey”! He garbled, a slig looked out off the tower and squinted, it clambered down the ladder and looked at the battered slig without so much as a single twitch, “what happened to you”? It asked, the crawling slig rolled onto his back to show a butt mark from a rifle, “homicide”! It spat, Vyik had been rehearsing this talk to himself for days but now he lacked any strength and his words stumbled, “You… a slig, beat me up, tore at my mates, all dead, no one alive now you see, kill him find him beat him up good for me”. His dying vision was that of a slig turning his back on him, “I’ll file a report a soon as possible lad, cheers”.
Chapter 8
Yit and Gorky had reached a lumpy field and stood at the edge, it was quiet besides the natural sounds of the birds and the bees but then something distracted Yit’s perfected vision, he wiped his glass and saw a shadow sprint through the shadows, Yit tightened his clench on his gun and closed in beside Gorky keeping close to the hillocks, he could plainly hear a creaking noise now it was all around him, “LUSKAN MARAUDERS”! He cried, the Luskan’s popped up and screeched, there shells covered most of there bodies and there arcane guns were completely alien in design! The fire fight began, Yit was out numbered ten to one but one by one his skill and wits showed as the Luskan’s fell, hit by solid slug, Gorky was ripping at one of the Luskan’s until one turned and hit Gorky in the leg, he yowled with pain and dragged himself off before collapsing just at the foot of the forest, Yit screamed and put down the Luskan that fired at his beloved pet instantly, the survivors ran away besides one injured one that lay on the floor spread out, a bullet had pierced him in the throat and he was coughing up vile blood and who knows what else, it yelled something at Yit in a foreign tongue, Yit saw him and fired a shot straight through his head, it moaned and its eyes rolled, the shot passed into his spine and lodged itself, it tried to crawl away but the dust coated his wounds leaving him in agony, Yit did not give it the grace of a killing blow and decided a hour of agony was not nearly enough pay for his dogs possible death. He ran over and nudged his pet, it was bleeding dangerously and he applied a wound pack bandage to it but it didn’t help much so he picked him up and slipped him over his shoulder he took one last glimpse of the hills rushed off into the forest to find help.
Sub Chapter:
Skillya received the homicide report and growled, she waved over to her chief slig and smacked him over the head sending him reeling, “Get an assassin on that slig, I went him dead with in the next month”! “Yes ma’am” the slig blurted before rushing off to file an assassin report to the barracks.
Two days later the report reached Sygo one of the best assassins, he answered the telecall from his armour room, he sat at his desk, legs crossed,
“What do you want”? The slig chief rubbed the back of his head
“Hey Sygo this is Slig Chief Zulag, I need your…skills to take down a renegade slig”, Sygo’s eyes widened through his custom visors,
“You banished me you and Skillya, why should I help you and that bitch besides that’s homicide, I don’t do that”! Chief Zulag was sweating, he knew that Sygo was the best around and he was the only one that would take the contract,
“Sygo this was genocide, that’s why I need you, he could be crazy, also I believe he is linked to the microbrewery explosion that happened a few days ago, did you hear about that”? Sygo new what he was talking about but he kept on toying,
“I don’t know, I’m far from you and I still got your secrets, it could mean no more sligs for your entire industrialist regime, am I…safe Zulag, what do you think, I might spill, one way or another” Zulag wracked his brains before concluding a payout was in need, the slig could be dangerous if he escaped to a home forest,
“How does 30,000 moolah sound Sygo? You and I know you don’t get so many contracts these days, a retirement payment”? Sygo growled at his naivety
“Listen you aren’t in a position to give such crass bargains, I’ll take 60 considering ill need new equipment, and I want a new rifle, one of the ones from Sligs Weird all I’ve got is a crappy custom popper and a few accoutrements”. Sygo agreed, the package would be arriving in a few days.
Chapter 9
Yit layed down Gorky and buried him, he was deep in the forest and now he was alone, a deathly silence ensued as he erected a poorly made cross for his friend and walked off, a green slime penetrated from the gaps in his visor, Yit ran, jumping from tree to tree thinking to himself, why was I cursed with this, I could of stayed and been happy, all the other sligs did it why couldn’t I, he saw a lone paramite on the floor grazing a slurg, Yit’s anger got the better of him and he jumped down, the slig looked up to see A slig falling gun pointed, BLAM, the paramites head exploded coating Yit in flesh and blood, birds flew left right and centre, he walked towards it and heard an awful crunch he looked down at his mangled mechpants, a scrab trap had crunched down on it leaving it completely immobilised, just as he was about to free himself a dart struck him through the neck, everything went black.
I said it was the whole thing.
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Oh yeah, fair point. Maybe he was just tortured until he lost consciousness.
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