Splat

[Splat]

Sokay NP. But i still need a post... please !

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Im Replying. Now give us another chapter!


Please?

Oh, yeah, the story so far is great!

[The Red Muse]

*comes out of the shadows-holding that little flag with the letter "S" on it*

*waves the flag*


HURRAY!

*goes back into the shadows*



(Another great chapter Splat!)

[Splat]

I'll post it tonight (GMT). I'm on a school computer at the moment (but don't tell my teacher, OK )

HURRAR TO RULE BREAKING...
AND REPLIES...
AND CHAPTERS...
AND LITTLE FLAGS WITH S ON THEM...

[Splat]

Here it is then, chapter 9.

Chapter 9

Splat
I bounced away and cleared my head. The flying-slig I’d hit was just recovering so I did the one thing only a mudokon would: I brought my arm back and then swung it forward with as much force as I could, which, with both mudokon and paramite strength, was a lot of force! The slig went flying backwards and hit the far wall with a crunch and then was nice enough to drop to the ground and land at the feet of a rather fierce B. B. slig, who instinctively looked up. When the slig aimed his chain gun at me I decided to make a hasty exit. I looked around, once I was in the cover of the lorry, to look around because a 1 ton B. B. slig doesn’t fly very well!
I looked up and saw a winding shaft in the ceiling above the lorry, which I flew up. Below me I heard an alarm sounding but I stayed in the shaft. I decided to see where the shaft led so I continued up.
I flew up and up, twisting and turning in the narrow, vertical/diagonal passage. As I flew up I brushed past something with scaly green skin.
“Sorry,” it muttered.
“S’ok,” I replied and continued up the shaft. I suddenly stopped and slowly turned round. It also turned and I found myself face to face with a slig I recognised. A slig with a deep scar down to an empty eye socket and a metal arm replacing the one he was missing. The missing arm that I still remembered the taste of!
“So, we meet again!” He hissed, unwrapping an electric cable from a small metal machine and then plugging it into his pants.
I paused for a minute then said “sorry, I can’t stop, I have a… dental appointment.” Then I took off up the tunnel, moving faster than I ever have in the whole of my 15 year long life!
I flew upwards, he followed. It was a terrifying chase. Behind me I heard an explosion so loud that it felt like the whole factory was falling down. The noise suddenly stopped and I quickly turned my head back to see a smoking whole in the side of the tunnel! I forced myself to go faster!
As I flew, explosions blasting behind me, I managed to pull off my backpack and grab the first thing I found. The packet of fire flumps!
I put the backpack back on and opened the bag of fire flumps. The first one I took out I dropped, and the next. But the third, I managed to push in to my mouth and swallow.
I kept flying up, still as fast as I could, but now getting tired and slowing. If the tunnel didn’t end soon…
I suddenly pulled back and stopped. Above me was a solid metal wall! I was trapped! I backed away from the wall above and burped. The fireball hit the wall and engulfed it in smoke. When it cleared… THE WALL WAS STILL THERE!
“Well, well, it looks as though you’re trapped.” I spun round and faced the master slig, hovering below me. He turned a dial on his weapon. “The reward is always higher when the prisoner is alive. Shame, I really wanted to kill you myself. Oh well, I suppose sending you in to a coma will have to do.”
He aimed his zappy-thing at me. I could probably dodge the main energy ball but there was no point. The heat would be enough to knock me out. Heat! Thank Odd for the side effects of fire flumps!
“My name is Splat. My prisoner code is 0784556. Remember that. You’ll be hearing it a lot more than you think.”
“Wan a bet?”
“Yeah, 50 moolah?”
“Ok.” He flew up the passage and we shook hands on it. “Ok, better get back to shooting you now.” And he flew back down the passage and aimed his weapon at me.
He fired. I dodged. The heat had no effect on me, but it blew a hole through the 10-inch steel door above me. Before the smoke could clear I flew through the hole and into the room above. I shot towards a small hole in one of the rooms walls that was to small far a master slig with a jetpack to enter. I saw a sign above the hole:
Rubbish and sewage
disposal chute.
It took a few seconds for my brain to process this but by that time I was shooting down the tunnel and couldn’t stop. Above I heard the slig roar in anger. I kept sliding down the chute till I could see a light up ahead. I suddenly shot out into a beautiful starry night. I was falling towards the ground, which was covered with extremely spiky plants, but I shot out my arms, grabbed on to a tree branch and swung away.
I hoisted on to the branch and walked in to the centre of the tree where I collapsed and, despite the fact that I hadn’t been awake that long, fell asleep. I guess being chased by a mad, lunatic master slig, gaining an archenemy and sliding down a waste disposal chute really takes it out of you. That and the fact that –I didn’t find this out till later- sleepiness is another side effect of fire flumps.

Now get replyin, NOW! Please?

[Native Poser]

Awsome chapter Splat! Please keep it up!

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This story is good, so I guess ill just have to keep replying for more.

[Splat]

Man, slow down! I haven't got to many more chapters cause my computer went and lost them (I should be gettin a floppy disc with the rest soon.) I'm gonna shut down for the summer holidays to get more done but for now I'll give you chapter 10 and then boost the amount of posts between chapters to 3.

Chapter 10

Splat
I blinked and sat up. I was lying on a cold table surrounded by large, pointy, metal… things!
Suddenly I felt like someone was standing next to me. I spun my head round to look. No one there! I got off the table, turned round and caught sight of a reflection in the crome metal wall. A monster! In the room with me! At first I thought it was a mutated scrab, but then I noticed it had paramite features as well! And mudokon hands and arms, and a mudokon ponytail!
I hadn’t moved. Neither had the… thing! I tried to convince myself that it hadn’t seen me yet. But the thought that it was just waiting to pounce kept pushing its way in to my head.
Why hadn’t it moved yet? I thought for a minute. It was obviously too far to slap. Or kick. Kick? Of cause I couldn’t kick it! Where did that come from? I started to turn round, slowly, to see the… thing properly. Then, in the corner of my eye, I saw the reflection move.
Instincts took over and I lifted off. Lifted off? I suddenly got a sinking feeling I my gut!
I turned to face the metal wall. The creature reflected was also floating in the air. I flew to the wall. So did it.
“Worked it out then?” I spun round to see a big-bro-slig. “Like the new look? Hope so, cause you’ll be havin it for the rest of your life!”
It was this creature who did this to me! I screamed in rage and shot towards it. He put his arm up to shield his face. I ripped it off in my jaws, and flew to the other side of the room, where I let it slip down my throat!
The b-b-slig also screamed with rage and got out a chain gun, which he aimed at me! I shot in to another dive and aimed for his face! As he was holding his gun in his remaining hand, he couldn’t shield himself and I hit his face, yanked out an eyeball with my scrab jaws, and flew away again. I swallowed the eye and slowed to turn! I suddenly heard a crack in my wing and before I felt the pain I was plummeting towards the ground! Falling towards a very hard-looking machine! My last thought before hitting: This has got to be bad for my digestion!

I shot up and almost fell out of the cradle of branches I had been sleeping in.
I remembered that moment perfectly. I hadn’t even felt the pain of my broken wing before I was unconscious. When I woke up I was in an iron barred cell. I heard a slig screaming from far off.
But now I took in my surroundings. It was daylight. I was in the branches of a leafy tree.
I climbed up the branches and looked out. Behind me was a huge, metal wall, stretching up for miles. The side of the factory. In front was another tree and behind that was a large chunk of rock, jutting out from the ground. There was actually a log bridge connecting the 2 trees!
I flew down the tree, on to the bridge, and walked across it, into the next tree, where I froze. A laguateeny was sleeping in the branches!
A lguateeny is small and round, like a ball, about 12 centimetres by 12. This is like the head, but there is no body and the limbs come straight of the ball. They have three sharp spikes on the top of its body head and poking out from the bottom of the body are 2 tiny flippers with no legs. They also have 2 very skinny arms that -with small flaps of skin hanging off to double up as wings. They have 10 tiny eyes, arranged in a pyramid shape, 4 at the bottom and 1 at the top. There is no mouth you can see but they seem to suck food in through their foreheads.
I sneaked past and looked at the chunk of rock in front of me. There was a hole in the wall of stone and I looked in.
Just in side was a ghost trap. Behind that a couple of fleeches hung from the ceiling with their tongues. Behind that was a spirit door with 1 lock.
I climbed down the tree and looked for a way into the rock. I couldn’t see one so I tried tapping and pushing the rock, looking for a secret entrance.
After searching for about an hour, I sat down to think. I backed up a bit and sat on a rotting tree stump. As I did, a thick layer of cobwebs gave way of the top, causing my butt to dip into a deep hole, going down, through the stump, into a hole in the ground.
I got up, brushed the spiders off my butt, and examined the hole, and, after discovering that it was a well, jumped inside.
I emerged inside a small room, where all the walls where made of rock. There was a tiny hole in the roof, which I just managed to squeeze through, and entered the room above. This one had a small hole in the wall, which I’d looked through an hour earlier.
I crept past the fleeches and up to the ghost trap. I made up the plan in my head: I would hit the trap and then duck up and down in the hole till the door opened and I could escape the fleeches.
Even as my arm flew forward, I realised what I’d forgotten. My arm hit the trap and I heard the laguateeny squawk as it woke up. I peered through the 14cm circle hole and at the laguateeny, which had lifted off the branch and was know aimed directly at my face!

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Three replies? THREE?
Thats not fair. It had better go down soon.
This is one. If you keep doing this, you will lose what little fans you have!
Only joking.

[Splat]

If i do stop doing it, I'll lose what few chapters I have, so stop complainin, I'll put it down again after summer. It may seem a long wait but as you'll barely get anything over summer, IF anything, it doesn't seem as long.

2 more please (and I may make the next chapter even better).

[Splat]

Fine, 1 more.

[Native Poser]

Great story Splat, keep it up!

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Hooray! thats...
*Thinks hard*
...enough replies. now start typing!

[Native Poser]

Heheh, Searge be nice to Slpat Dont rush yourself Splat, take your time--I know it takes a while to write stuff thats this good.

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Ok, ok...
You can take your time, but not too long, ok?

[Splat]

Boy, hectic life!
Well, I think I've got the rest of the story back (it's still on a disc in my room) and I did already have this next one, I just haven't been here for one reason or another. Anyway, where were we?

Chapter 11

Splat
I ducked as the laguateeny flew through the hole. It flew straight above my head and, instead of attacking me, attacked and ate the fleeches.
Then it turned and charged at me, well, not really charged but more flew at an average speed. Then it stopped by my face and lowered down and perched on my shoulder, purring happily!
I immediately realised what was happening, like someone was standing to one side, telling me. A laguateeny will imprint on a laguameacy that helps it to follow a basic survival instinct (eg. find food) and will follow it everywhere, until it’s old enough to build a cocoon around itself and become another laguameacy. I guessed that this information came from the laguameacy part of me.
I gently stroked the creature on my shoulder and walked towards the now-open spirit door. I turned inside and walked down a pitch-black tunnel. I don’t know how long for. It seemed like I had been walking through the darkness with my hand trailing against the wall for my whole life. Everything outside was just a dream. There was nothing in the world but a long, dark tunnel…

President Martor
I was feeling good. Using the new invention of gold plated robotic arms, originally made of steel for injured sligs but now being made for us glukkons, I took 20 cm long cigarette from a box and lighted it. I then put it in my mouth and leaned back in my chair.
I’d learnt from my most secret sources, that Abe had got in trouble at his village and would be out of action, maybe, for 3 months! And there was no report of 0784556 (who I was beginning to call by his name, Splat). Maybe he was somehow killed in the destruction of the lab, or perhaps left the area before Abe arrived.
A knock at the door awoke me from my thoughts.
I called for the visitor to enter my office. 4521573 (the slig that brought in the report of the destruction of the lab, and all the reports on Saturday, Monday and Friday) came in. “I’ve brought the afternoon report sir,” he said.
“Read on,” I commanded.
“Quite mixed news today sir. The train of mudokons from the village arrived, but 432944 and 0432945 where missing and so was the map they drew.”
“The fools probably locked it in the van took off to avoid trouble. Have the mudokons redirected to L:377. They asked for some more guinea pigs. Send the keys there as well.”
“Yes sir. Uh, sir, good news on laquameety. Sales up 49% and those new model greeters have been set up to guard the,” his voice became a whisper as he said the next 2 words: “Enarrakay ootray.” I looked at him, confused. “Ecretsay ingredientay.” I sat, trying to work out what the hell he was going on about. “Laquameety secret ingredient!”
“Ohhhh, that, right. How’s red skin going?”
“Not very well, sir.”
“Crud, Aqua sligs?
“Much better sir, in fact, one prototype swim suit held for 2 hours before the helmet cracked and drowned the occupant!”
“Brilliant! Anything else to report?”
“Uh, yes sir. Um, Splat (I flinched at his name, suddenly expecting the worse) passed through L. H + H. P. this morning. He did minimum damage but killed a flying-slig and ran into Mazia, who caused severe damage to the inside of loading shoot A, in an attempt to catch Splat, who escaped in to Anraar.”
“Crud. Put the temple on full alert and call Mazia to my office. Oh, and put the rewards for catching those 2 down to 40,000,000 and 50,000,000. But add Munch to the most wanted list.”
“Yes sir,” replied 4521573, sounding relived.
“Oh, and bring me the mudokon who mocked you last Monday. It was fun punishing him and I want to do it again.


I'm going on holiday tommorow and i really should go and pack... Oh well! can't be bothered!

[Native Poser]

*claps* Yay Splat! Your writting is awsome. Btw, hope you have great time while your on holiday.

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Yay! That was good!
Have a good holiday!

[Splat]

I just got back from my holiday, and i just recieved a disc containing everything I've written, causing me to celebrate, and decide that you will get one chapter for your 2 replies, and one to celebrate, so that makes... (counts on fingers) 2!

Chapter 12

Splat
I don’t know how long I walked down that tunnel, an hour, a day, a week! But when I emerged it was night. I dropped my bag, and flopped down at the base of a tree and fell asleep.
I awoke the next morning, merely because there was a screaming laguateeny flapping at my face. I jerked up, wondering what was wrong. Then I felt it.
A tingling sensation on my back and wings. I shot a hand round to feel what was causing it. The tingly feeling spread to my hand so I brought it round and looked it. My hand was covered in tiny insects!
I bashed my hand against the tree to get the insects off. It didn’t help. I waved my hand round in despair. And the insects (I ralized later, that they were amts) went flying in all directions! I flapped my wings madly and more lost there grip and went flying!
Then I shot out a net of paramite threads and trapped the ones on my back. I rolled up the net and looked around for something to do with it.
I saw a gigantic canyon crossing the planet as far as I could see, near where I’d slept. It was almost 10 metres wide! I threw in the net and looked down. At the bottom where some very spiky plants. Probably the same kind that I’d almost dropped on to when I’d first slid in to this jungle and escaped the waste disposal chute!
I looked across to the other side of the canyon. and to my surprise, saw a gigantic, marble building! “Whoa, that place looks expensive!” I commented.
I lifted off. Or tried. I flapped my wings but nothing happened! I felt them and to my surprise, discovered that they where full of holes! Those amts must have eaten right through! And I didn’t even feel pain from them. They must do something like fekts, only it numbs pain as well as stops death.
I instinctively wrapped paramite thread round my wings to act as bandages, then looked for some way of crossing the canyon. I noticed 2 enormous trees reaching across the canyon and crossing branches half way across. I climbed the tree on my side and wriggled along the top branches on my stomach. When I got as far as the weak branches would let me, I reached out for the next tree.
I grabbed it and, with it sharing my weight I wriggled closer to get a firmer hold. Then I felt the branches of the first tree give way!
I held on to the end of the branch as tightly as I could, but it bent, swinging me towards the trunk of the tree!
I was swinging towards the trunk of the tree. “Oh, fu-“ I hit the trunk so hard that my scrab jaw smashed right in to the trunk and jammed there. “zz, ( you thought that he would say something else, didn’t you!)”
I tried to push my jaw out of the tree trunk but it wouldn’t come out, then that laguateeny showed up again and started jamming his spikes into the tree, splintering the bark and loosening the hold around my jaw.
It was then that I noticed I was 2 meters from the ground! “This really is not my day!” I muttered as I started falling! As I fell my back pack caught on a branch and split open. I landed painfully and my pack bounced on my back, sending packets of fire flumps, bottles of brew, a tube of springles, a giant magnet and a small teleporter flying. I grabbed the springles and the magnet and swung my foot to stop the brew and teleporter rolling in to the pit. I stopped all but one of the brew bottles and the teleporter, and they both fell into the pit. I cursed. The pit was 6 meters deep and I’d never get in between those plants.
I sighed. It had taken me months to finish those teleporters. One was no good without the other. I sighed again and put all the stuff back in to my pack through the tear then held the ripped edges together. They sealed back after a few seconds, mending the tear. It was something I’d put in the material. A substance called durarzey. It made the rip fix itself.
I sighed, stood up and walked towards the door of the building. I sighed again when I noticed it was closed and locked and I had no way to open it. I slumped down against its wall, and sighed!


Chapter 13

Splat
I sat there for a minute then got up again to look at the building. It was made of purple marble that glittered in the sun. The large door was about 2 metres by 2 metres in an arch shape. It was covered in dents, white scratches and chips. I found about 50 bullets in the grass below it.
I was startled to feel something land on my shoulder. I turned to see the laguateeny that had been following me since I’d led it to food. I sighed, I wasn’t setting a very good example for it.
I rubbed it gently. It had saved my life. I later found out that amts can eat a sleeping victim till there is nothing left but the creatures skeleton without waking it up! Major pain killers at work!
I pushed some of the vines off the wall by the door, and to my surprise, found a story stone. I pushed my hand in to the space in the rock and the following message appeared in front of me:

Place your hand in the head above,
if you mean no harm, enter without fear,
but if you wish to harm us, or our beloved,
then only one part of you will see the inside,
of our laguameacy temple!

I looked up to see a laguameacy head half calved, half painted in the wall above. It was oval shaped (about the size of a squashed soccer ball) with a pyramid of ten large round eyes (each about the size of a Ping-Pong ball with a black spot in the middle about the size of a pea) with 4 at the bottom and 1 at the top like a laguateeny’s. Above the eyes was a large round mouth, surrounded completely by crimson lips and full inside with inch-long sharp teeth. On top of the head were three sharp horns, each about 10 cm long.
the mouth was properly hollow. I realised that that was where I should stick my hand so I took a deep breath, and shoved it in the hole.
Flash: I was an ancient mudokon worker, testing the security system.
Flash: An elder from a sacred tribe, coming to see the temple his grandfather had ordered built to there sacred and beloved laguas.
Flash, flash, flash, flash, flash: Hundreds of mudokon, coming to pay tribute to the sacred laguameacys.
Flash: A warrior from another tribe coming to slaughter the creatures inside, I got a shock when the razor sharp teeth in the head slammed down, severing my wrist, But I felt the pain only for a split second before I was another person in another time.
Scenes of thousands of mudokons entering the temple or being sent away, minus one hand. Then finally,
Flash: For the first time, not a mudokon, but a slig, one in a group of 8. Thousands of groups had been sent out by the glukkons in search of new creatures to exploit. We had shot and killed a laguameacy and now tried to enter the temple. I screamed as my wrist was cut of!
Flash: A low ranking vykker examining the temple lock. Gasping as it slammed closed without warning or purpose. How the…
Flash: A fuzzle thrust into the hole by a chuckling intern. Squealing in fright as the mouth closed behind me and I was sucked deep in side the temple, then
Flash: was in my own body again. There was a pause where I trembled in fear of losing a hand. I don’t know why. A shudder passed through my body for a reason I still don’t know, even now. Then there was a rumble. I looked to my left to see the door slowly rising from the ground. I sighed with relief. I was allowed in with both hands!
I waited for the door too fully open before I removed my hand from the whole. I noticed the back of my hand was shining but I thought it was just a trick of the light or some dizziness after being in thousands of different minds in under 10 minutes.
I stepped through the temple door and saw to my surprise, the lamps in the walls were still burning, even though the only creature who’d been in that room for 500 years was the laguameacy, lying on its back asleep on the ceiling! It was in the light of the lanterns, that I noticed the mark on the back of my right hand.
As the glowing that had been there since I took it out of the laguameacy head faded, I saw the ancient tribal mark of the laguameacy imprinted in black marks on it…

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Yay! Good Chapters! A bit too much sighing, though.

[Splat]

I sighed, stood up and walked towards the door of the building. I sighed again when I noticed it was closed and locked and I had no way to open it. I slumped down against its wall, and sighed!

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Very Amusing.
Ha Ha Ha. Ha.

[Splat]

[Native Poser]

*Kicks self for not relpying sooner* This is an awsome story Splat, pleeeeease keep writting

[Splat]

Would, but I'm on a school computer at the moment, come back later.

[Splat]

Chapter 14

Splat
I stood, staring stupidly at the mark on my hand. I don’t know how long for but I know it must have been a long time. Only warriors had these tattoos. Or, in Abe’s case, saviours of the mudokon race. Did that mean… Was I… I was really confused. I definitely wasn’t a warrior. Some parts of me, like my scrab might be classed as an animal warrior, but that doesn’t really count. On the other hand, I wasn’t really much of a saviour. I’d only ever ruined escape plans and I’d needed saving myself. But then, what if it meant something different all together? Maybe it meant something else…
I was knocked back to reality by a sound from above my head. The laguameacy was waking up. It had 2 normal length arms with wings like a dragons (or an oversized bats) trailing from the arms (strangely, nothing like my wings) with three fingered hands coming off a plain pale, yellow and green body with three fingered hands. I noticed the hands where webbed. It had 2 long legs ending in three-toed webbed feet. It had a slightly-longer-than-average neck leading in to a head basically like the one carved in to the wall outside.
It detached itself from the ceiling and flew down. It turned to face me. It looked at my face, it flew round and looked at my bandaged wings. It came round again and looked at my face again, the space above my head, the laguateeny on my shoulder and the mark on my hand.
It chirped something and the translation appeared in my head: you have not come here before.”
“No,” I chirped in laguameacy tongue.
“You are strange. You look like us, but you also look like masters. And foods.”
“I am strange!” I repeated, not really knowing what else to say!
Then the laguateeny on my shoulder chirped in “he may look strange, but he lead me to food. He showed me to stay aware of the tiny flesh eaters. He showed me how to tell which branches are safe to hang my pod when I grow, and which are not. He showed me these things in strange ways but it helped me learn them. He also showed me kindness when I was scared or shocked. He is a good master, and a good teacher, but not good foods!”
The laguameacy seemed surprised, but then he said “you are wise little one, and I trust you. He shows himself to mean us no harm if he can enter here.” He turned to me, “what do you wish?”
“I wish to…” I didn’t know. I didn’t even know why I came here. I just had nowhere else to go. “I wish, I wish to see more of the temple.” Then I had a thought. “Are their still masters here?”
“Yes.”
“Could you take me to them?”
It hesitated then “I will show you the way.”
It walked down the passage for a while, then stopped at a well. “I cannot leave my post for long but I will take you to a brother who will lead you on.”
He lowered himself into the well and disappeared. I waited a few seconds before following. I flew down for 2 metres at most, before slowing and flying up, up, up, then emerging in bright sunlight.
I squinted for a second as my eyes adjusted to the light, then looked around. I was in a small space with an open ceiling leading out on to the temple roof.
I hoisted out of the dip and looked around. I saw the laguameacies talking, and then one flew over the roof and the other turned to me. “So, you wish to see masters. I will lead you to the marshes of peace. Come.”
He walked across the roof. I noticed that laguameacies are clumsy when walking. I suppose it’s cause the feet are made more for swimming than walking.
After walking about a mile across the roof we came to another hole, this one filled with water. The laguameacy dived in, then, before I could follow, appeared again. “There is something strange here,” it chirped.
“I will see.” I said.
I lowered myself in to the water, the laguateeny that had been perched on my shoulder for the walk across the roof, diving in after me. I looked around. I noticed the laguameacy signalling to me, I looked at it, and strangely, even though I’d never even known that laguameacies used hand signals under water, I understood what it was saying. I guess that the signals where imprinted on the brain, like the language.
2 fingers on one hand in a circle with the others bent down meant look, and the finger pointing showed me where to look. I stared through the murky water then, quickly signalled to the other laguameacy. 2 crossed fingers for danger and a finger held perfectly straight, pointing upwards for go up quickly. It swam to the surface, and I followed, to take a breath. I noticed the laguameacies had gills but I didn’t, I needed to surface every so often.
I dived down quickly again and looked at the sleeping creature, all I could see was its head which was encased in a glass bubble. Behind that was a large lump of metal, ending in a propeller. An aqua slig. I recognised it as an ancient prototype. Slow, heavy, and with one big weakness: Once out of water, the glass bulb protecting its head would crack and when it went in again, the vital electric’s would be out of cover, meaning sliggy go boom, boom! I knew what to do.

Well?

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I think that would be suficient.

[Native Poser]

Great chapter Splat!

[Splat]

Chapter 15

President Martor
That’s it, there, the day when I found out that I would be responsible for the destruction of Abe. It was 4 days after the issue of his death sentence, it was the day Xalarr was due to be executed for “the scrabaramitoken incident”. As head scientist in the creation of the scrabaramitoken, he was the one to be killed. I walked down the empty passages, surrounded by sligs. Since the deaths of Dripik, Phleg and my cousin Aslik, the Magog Cartel had issued tight security on all high ranking glukkons. Most people where happy about it and the demand in sligs shot sky high. I personally found it annoying, being constantly guarded everywhere I go. It was how people treat dangerous prisoners, not high ranking executives in minimum danger areas!
The sligs escorted me out in to the stadium. On one side there was crowd of nervous mudokons and terrified vykkers. On this side where cheering sligs and maybe 30 exited glukkons. Their where M.O.M. cameras around and I noticed a news team and an interview team spread around.
Also though, I noticed a group of V. I. G. s (very important glukkons)! I was a little worried about it. I knew they’d talk to me after the execution. And I knew that what happened to me depended on how they looked. If they were cheerful then it would be “well done for taking action and stopping a possible disaster!” If they where looking grim then it would be “You have caused a possible disaster and have done nothing about it!”
I took my seat in the private box in front of the stands and picked up a loud speaker as Xalarr was literally kicked in to the stadium!
“Xalarr, you have been charged with creating a potentially dangerous creature, failing to control a potentially dangerous creature, and then allowing it to escape. You have been found guilty of the above and therefore you have been sentenced to death in the arena. You may choose which animal will be released in with you. Scrabs or paramites.”
He looked appealingly up at me. “Martor, please! I’ve worked well for you! I’ve built loads of good stuff. The greeters and aqua sligs that are guarding the temple, and the root are-“
“SILENCE! Choose your death!”
He sighed. “Scrab, quick but painful, as I explained to you.” A large wooden cage was wheeled in to the stadium and then the sligs who’d pushed it in got out of there as fast as they could! I knew why. Pretty soon the scrabs would break out and rip them to shreds.
He suddenly spun round and ran up to my box. “Martor wait. There’s something I made, an attachment to the M. S. project! Master sligs, when they die their souls are stored, and then they can be fed in to another body!”
I was the only one in the stadium to here this “Only I know how!” He gasped.
I hesitated, then slammed a button in my seat. An iron ladder appeared in the wall of the stadium and he scrambled out. The slig guards escorted him from the stadium and confused people began to filter out. But I stayed a while, to think about what just happened.

Splat
I knew what to do. It would mean risking the laguameacies life and it probably didn’t understand the danger of what it would do. But if the slig woke up and saw me it would go nuts. It would have to chase the laguameacy, not kill it. It was a risk, but I had no choice.

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Being the first post I have made in my weekend, I'm saying...
Happy Weekend!
Oh, the story so far is good, too.