OOC: Anything can happen in an RP, Venks. Well, almost anything.
IC: Before the Glukkons had time to answer, a swarm of about 11 stingbees shot out the bag, attacking the Glukkons. Startled, he dropped the club, and not sure what to do for the best, he flew off toward the cafeteria, and hurriedly grabbed a bottle of water, and flew back. He hastily opened it and splashed it onto the Glukkons. The dampened bees fell, unable to fly, except one, which flew to him, but he ducked and it got mown in the copter blades.
Suddenly realising what he had done to the two Glukkons, he took out some of the clothes and started drying up the Glukkons "Sorry sirs, didn't know what else to do, sirs!" He finished up, and their clothes were still a little damp, but most of the water was dried up. He saluted, then picked up the club again "So...may I ask the question again?"
Sturg watched Somi go with Alexander to other areas of the factory. At least the Fuggle thing wouldn't be a possible problem anymore, at least not to him directly. He went into the old ground floors. He saw some stairs headed up. Why didn't they just use a slope? Anyway, he headed up, and found himself in an odd room. Metal, sharp things hung suspended, some churning up and down. A sign on the wall was there. He looked at it...the best he could make out was "grinerz aria" which he guessed meant grinders or something, which looked like exactly what those metal things would be doing. He went through the room and through another doorway. He halted and looked around again. He saw some sort of long, metal bar...well, two of them, side by side, suspended in the air. Near one end, so sort of machine hung from it. He walked closer and inspected it...was it real? it seemed to have a face and glowing eyes, but was made from metal. He growled at it. No response. It wasn't close enough for him to reach out and touch it to discover whether it really was metal or it just looked like that. This area continued into some corridors. He walked quietly through, hugging the walls. He detcted voices quitely from various areas, but none particularly close. He passed a room which he only looked into as he walked by. large and circular. He stopped, and entered. This was all that was in here? A couple of tables? What was the point in a room like this? To seal up if they were attacked? He sniffed around the floor. Smells of many species were detectable. Startled by a gunshot from somewhere, he ran out the door and through another door directly on the opposite side of the corridor. He found an odd room through here. Some sort of wooden table with knobs on it was centered, and some others things that looked similar to the knobbed parts, but without the knobs. He went around the back of the odd wooden table, and found some sort of other table. It was very soft. He sat on it, and found it comfortable. He decided to rest for now, but needed more cover. He turned the chari so the backfaced the door, and sat in it. Against his will, he fell asleep in it.
OOC: That's the executive office he's in right now.
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