(OOC- I think I have MSN messenger, DH.)
Svag looked at the ground, he knew little of the Cartel. For some reason, Dementa had little taste for them; and he was willing to bet she had good reason for it. The little Svag knew about the Magog Cartel, was that they owned the factory his father worked at. He remembered well the visits of the High-Ranking Glukkons. On those days the adult sligs kicked him out of the way more than usual. He was too young to fight back, then. It was the Cartel that was so afraid of the secret of the factory explosion leaking out. His father worked at a weapons factory. One day, an explosion caused by a reactor defect killed his abusive patriarch and many others. The guards were reassined, the slaves resold. However, he was left among the ruins, scarred badly from the explosion. His skin healed, but not a heathy green, it became an ugly black. He forged a shelter out of scrap metal, and salvaged other things, as well. Yes, he remembered that northern factory well.
He looked back up at the two bounty hunters, then down at his machine gun that was lying on the ground. He felt insecure without it, and was anxious to pick it back up...
[ December 05, 2001: Message edited by: oddite4456 ]
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