OOC: I have to go with Zerox on this one. Everyone seems to be viewing that the big battle is in different place. So that makes it harder, since some characters will be able to hear certain characters they shouldn't be hearing about. Such as Otto and Praetyre, or Praetyre and Doe.
@Patrick Vykkers: I don't seem to understand your posts with Arrack and Domino. Domino in your profile cannot speak, but he has been for the past two posts. That goes with Slap too. I do think you know that Slap is mute, so why can Arrack hear what he is typing? I know you could be able to hear the clicks and clacks from the laptop, but Arrack is a little far away to be able to hear that. Another thing, shouldn't Kix be large enough to cover a good deal of Domino's silhouette to make an unregonizeble figure? I just need to get these facts straight before I can post as Kix again.
@Zozo: Great, now I have yet another case where Molt has to go unconscious! Either that, or have Molt be killed by Tiro's chanting.
IC: Gappiqu could hear the metallic voice echoing through the walkie-talkie, assuring him that help was on the way. He felt as if that was too easy, and not as difficult to have been done. He expected a rather different response from a robot who had some trouble with the same Slig.
Yet he could not do anything. There was practically nothing he can do to the robot, as it would sense a disturbance before he even entered the room. He couldn't trap the robot by arming his rifle, the robot could sense a change in the rifle's use. All he could do was convince the robot that he was important to the factory with a grenade at hand.
He stood up and clipped his walkie-talkie back onto his pants. He took out a grenade and had it in his left hand. RG's rifle was clipped onto a spare clip on his pants, since he could not carry it. His plans for the security were tuck with the plans for the Gore Rifle. He wanted a proper trade off, without anyone ending up hurt.
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The eight, grumbled as they watched Joe exit the R+R. They could tell that the Mudokon was acting like he was superior over them. What could you expect from a guy who dresses like a Glukkon? They all muttered when he was gone for ten seconds, "I really don't like him,"
After maybe a minute, they all crept over to the door and peaked outside. There were no screams, and they didn't hear any further noises. Just silence. At least, none that related to a Mudokon. They all slammed their hands to their ears when they heard a Slig scream a bloodcurling cry. They suspected that an animal got to him.
Noah said to the rest in a nervous tone, "Well, wat should we do?! We can't stay in here forever!"
Mike replied also a little nervous, "Teh Sligs ain't gonna kill anythin' at dis rate!"
Joel remarked, "Guys, we gotta keep it togefer! We gotta stick it up to da animals!"
Sam, surprising everyone by saying, "Well, if we get the courage to go out there and risk our lives, we can impress the Glukkons. We could be free of all beating and get employee of the month awards."
The other eight stared at him, mainly because Sam rarily said anything and this was pretty intelligent response for a Mudokon. Jacob continued the conversation by saying, "Well, Sam's right. Maybe we could stick togefer (I do know how to spell this correctly) and work!"
Anthoney came in to say, "Well then, I guess I should do da the honors. All'ya, follow me!"
So the eight went off into the hallways, regaining the ability to hear slowly from the blood curling scream. They didn't see Joe, nor was someone else they didn't know about. It was pretty much empty, just like yesterday.
It wasn't long until the almost went past the Production and Packaging area, when Matthew said, "Hey guys, wanna check out dat place?"
The rest looked over to the door and the sign that clarified where they were. Joel said in response, "Well, we could just check and see if anyone is in der. I wouldn't want ta mess up anyone's work time,"
The rest nodded in agreement and Isaac went over to the lever to open the door. The door open immediantly, and Isaac peaked inside to see what was going on. Inside, he saw conveyor belts that placed processed meat into barrels, and large machines that made the barrels be labeled and have a top. Yet, none of the machines were being used, and no one was in it either.
He came back to his brothers and said, "Well, nothin' happenin' inside. I guess we could work in der,"
Matthew again remarked, "OK, let me get dis straight. Everytime we have to work, we're all alone. And no one to tell us what to do? What kind of place is dis?"
Noah replied, "He's right, I could go down da hallway, skippin' and swearin', and no one would care,"
Joel commented, "He's right, dis place is strange. But I guess we just have ta work her' until we get moved again,"
"Yeah, but how? We don't have a clue about anythin'!"
Mike replied, "We could get some instructions from the old Mudokons. They don't seem ta mind when people ask them for help,"
"But who?"
Everyone all faced Isaac. He looked shocked, as he never thought his brothers would choose him out of everyone else. He started raise his voice saying, "Oh common' guys, why me?!"
Jacob replied, "Cause' you always seem to like doin' this kind of stuff,"
Isaac sighed and knew he was right. He was the kind of guy who would like to be choosen for these kinds of jobs because he had to do so much. He muttered to the rest, "Ya guys got meh. I guess I will go an' retriev' some old Mud,"
The others giggled at the situation, ticking off Isaac a little bit. They ignored his anger and let Noah say, "So, ya go and we stay, all right? We'll protect ourselves from any dangah,"
Isaac grumbled and stormed off into the corrider. He didn't like how his brothers choose him to go and risk his life. Who knows what could happen downstairs?
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As the Vykker ignored Molt, he suffered greatly by the ongoings in the factory. The Vykker didn't seem to see the seriousiness of Molt's condition, as he was barely alive. And that would cost Molt's life because of the ignorance. Right when Molt was going to make another statement to the Vykker, Tiro, a Mudokon, started to chant and possess an unconscious Slig. And so the pain began for Molt.
He suddenly was out of breath, and his throat refused to inhale anymore. He tried to breathe in with all his might, but nothing came. At the same time, his brain was losing connection to his mechanical parts. His arm collasped on the floor and his vision started to blur. Molt's body felt cold all of the sudden and he no longer could feel the actual parts of him. It was like he was injected with poison, and was slowly dying.
Molt tried to use his will again to make him keep on going. But no matter how hard he tried, his systems were starting to flicker off. There was no stopping his dying. And to his horror, his bad eye started to flicker out of reality and see a very bright room. The room had a wall of water in the middle, and before he knew, a tall figure started to push him toward the wall. Shocked from the events, he almost didn't notice a Glukkon on the other side. He regonized the Glukkon, who was to be named Rraff. His old boss. And he started to whisper, "S-5, I know you're there. You're coming with me, into a place where you can finally relief yourself of pain. You can be happy. All you have to do is give up to live, and you can be happy again,"
Molt, completely oblivious that he wasn't really in such a room, said out loud panicing, "But-but-but, I still have unfinished business with Edward! I can't die now!"
Rraff, ignoring what he said, "Come to me S-5. You can't keep on going anymore. Time to give up...."
It was then Molt heard a snicker that grew louder and louder. It was the figure that was pushing him into the wall. Molt looked behind him and had his face grow white of the shock. It was Edward, who, in the end, won the battle with Molt. Edward got what he wanted and Molt wasn't able to stop him from becoming a more powerful Glukkon. And even worse, Edward proved that the Molt was born loser and was die as a loser.
With Molt's last breath, he hoped someone would hear that he was in trouble. He scream in his deep voice, making the light bulbs up above rumble, "NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!"
It might not have worked. Edward still pushed, and then gave him a shove. Molt was now just a second away from seeing what happens in the world of death.
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Meanwhile, Slap was upstairs trying to figure out why the Mudokon gave him a strange look. At first, he thought things were going well, until Arrack started screaming bloody murder. Arrack started to scream and shout about the Paramite Muffin Cakes, something he didn't think to hear about. What happened to the infant Arrack? He couldn't see what the problem was.
Slap started to hear something unusual all of the sudden, to make things all the worse. While he was in Laboratory, he could hear a small rhythm of beeps coming from no where. Yet this time, the beeps were getting faster and faster, and more slurred together. He tried to look for it, thinking something was wrong. Finally, he brought himself to a wall, seeing a heart monitor. It was Molt, and he wa just seconds away from dying. Slap, knowing what he had to do, grabbed the level on the heart monitor and slammed it down. The beeping stopped, but only to come back in a normal pace.
Slap sighed. He knew he had gotten there at time. Part of Molt's surgery 3-2 days ago with his head had involved something different. In case of a situation where Molt was dying, they could activate the sonar's second purpose and save him. The sonar could command the brain to do all involuntary activities for about 3 hours. That way, the doctors could retreive Molt and start his body back up again. Or else.... The factory was doomed. (If you were there in the beginning of version 6, you knew why Molt was here and what his purpose was)
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Molt's vision erupted and disappeared. There was nothing because he figured out how to breathe. Sucking in a whole lot of air, he felt like that he wasn't dying. He was warm again and his eye and arm could actually function. Seeing that he was back at Rupture Farms, he smiled a little bit and cried. The pain was still there, so he slowly just fell unconscious.
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Slap went back to the male Mudokon and grabbed his laptop. He typed while trying to resist the pain in his eyes from the bloodcurling scream, "I guess you'll just have to alert the status on your friend manually, by getting close to me. Good luck,"
Slap left the Mudokon and started to go toward Arrack. He knew that being kind and cool to Arrack worked last time. But this time, if he wanted Arrack to return into a normal state of mind, he'll have to give him something that a Slig never got in their life. Love. (Which would be hard, since he never did feel such a thing before)
Remembering the kinds of soap operas he saw on the television screens while operating on Mudokons (well, what do you expect?) how to say you feel affectionate toward someone, he continued to approach Arrack. How long would Arrack be here? He would guess his tripolarism would disappear in the next 23 hours, but his actual physical condition? Maybe a year or two, at the least. And when was Praetyre going to help him? That all bothered him while he went toward Arrack.
Slap saw Arrack foaming bile around the mouth, knowing he really had to give him medication for that. He switched to a mother mode and typed, "Arrack, stopped shooting bile from your mouth! It makes a mess and I have to clean it up! And what's wrong with you head? Did you hit a blood vessel? I told you to keep it under control when screaming like a lunatic! And seriousily, take a Chill Pill! The people all over Rupture Farms can hear you!"
He hoped the worked as he started to grab a towel and start to wipe off bile from the floor and Arrack.
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Unless I'm missing a point.
lets pretend she...Was in the....Right, I'm screwed....
