The Tales of Ydian

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“There are never any evil ones, just one’s that have been ensnared by the madness that Ydian was raised upon.”


Chapter 1: Lok
It was dawn at the Skajako Plant where the lowly being known as “Lok” worked. The facility was a building towering up with metal chimneys and pipes. And made a loud chugging noise that sounded like a giant engine which echoed throughout the mountainy vale. The intended purpose of the facility was to make small plastic figures which were considered souvenirs by a higher class of beings, or so Lok had heard.

The heat from the plant was so tremendous, so terrible that it melted the very foundation of the plant. To correct this, the executives who controlled the plant constructed water pumps, when they had found signs of a great sea which lingered beneath the valley where the plant sat. Once they were finished, they started pumping the sea. The stone cold water was constantly fighting the intense heat, so a thick fog blanketed the region. But even the initial construction of the pumps was not enough. They needed to be lengthened. So they sent workers of Lok’s race, known as the Rekati, to construct deeper pipes.

This was considered the worst job to have at the Skajako Plant. When workers from the pumps came up to the Employee Lounge for lunch, they would often be blank faced, disoriented, sometimes not even knowing their own identity and were sent to the Employee Clinic. As opposed to cleaning and washing jobs commonly found on the highest levels. Thus, it became known among the Rekati that the lower you worked, the worse it got.

Fortunately for Lok, his job was to wash the executive’s suits (a job found on a high level), by means of Press Dry Blast. The machine was a complex piece of equipment, belched out from the scientific engineer’s labs whom Lok knew nothing about. But the machine was simple to use. Just pull down the presser on the suit, wait until the steam simmers off, then hang it on a line located on a balcony. The mountain air cooled off the suit and it was finished. Although the suits often stunk of body odor and snoffee stains, Lok slightly enjoyed his job, he got to gaze at the mountain tops which looked like islands in a sea of clouds. He would gaze until an ASS (anti slacking sentinel) would pass by and either zap him, or just search around for slacking. Those were what he hated, the ASS’s and the constant yelling from his bosses who accused him of shrinking their suits, even though they were just caught up in their own petty agenda.

Lok also slept in his work place, he had a cozy little cubby hole with a few shaggy blankets and a partly stuffed pillow. He was one of the few workers who had a bed to sleep in, let alone a single room. Most Rekati slept in the nooks and crannies found here and there in the plant and reposed themselves on the enormous pipes which were cool enough to lay down on when the plant shut down for the night.

He would often dream about escaping the plant on the train which delivered the plastic products to the shipping station. He dreamed about freeing his best friends, workers, and birth mothers from the wicked clutches of his masters. If he could only…

“Lok!” shouted a voice. It was his supervisor, Blug, one of the Beelzubs. The cruel security and supervising personel of the plant. “Get up!”
Lok rose dazed and confused. He plopped on his hat and asked, “Yes sir?” in a nervous voice.
“You got a lot of work today! The CEO just bought a whole new load a’ suits, and his idiot secretary spilled a whole mess a’ ink on em.”
“That…doesn’t sound good”
“Of course, it doesn’t you idiot! He’s meeting with high ranking executives tomorrow, he needs them clean!”
“Well, when will I get them?”
“Right now”

In came a large selection of designer suits, velvet and colored a very deep blue or purple, with large blots of ink on them. At the door, the CEO stood sobbing, yelling out, “I WANT THAT BASTARD FIRED! LITERALLY FIRED!”

“There there,” said his chief advisor, Desiro, “This creature will make all of the nasty ink blots go away…you better! Or I will leave you in the Beelzub’s tender care just like that secretary!”
“Yes, sir,” said Lok.

Desiro was a malicious entity, with glowing red eyes, and a gaunt build. He was known to make all the CEO’s problems “go away.” Whether it be by means of torturing or talking to the ones that made the mistakes. Of all Rekati in the plant, it seemed Lok was the one hated the most by Desiro. Probably because Lok never let Desiro poison his heart like he did to the rest of the Rekati.

The still sobbing CEO, Desiro, and Blug took their leave, leaving Lok and his work to himself. With that, Lok let out a sigh and started his work.

***

It was evening, it had been quite some time since the executive trio had dumped the load of kitschy, ink stained suits on him. He was finishing pressing the last blotted suit, the rest were hanging on the clothes line, clean.

He walked out onto the balcony and poked his head out into the air, and asked, “Hey, Zhelin?”
No answer, he tried again in a louder tone, “Hey Zhelin?”
Another Rekati head poked out of a window above the balcony and replied, “Yes?”
“Do you have any tea?” Lok had to speak quietly, the ASS’s sometimes detected slacking by high voice levels.
“Yeah! I--”
“Shhh!”
"Oh yeah, sorry.” He cleared his throat and continued, “I just brewed a batch, I’ll lower some down for you.”

Zhelin was Lok’s best friend, they had known eachother since their wings had been clipped. They had always worked in their same places. Zhelin worked in the level of the CEO’s office, scrubbing floors. He slept in an unused pipe large enough for him to curl up with his blanket and pillow that Lok had given him. He grew a small herb patch in the pipe that didn’t need sunlight to live off of. Lok gave him the water to grow the herbs, and Zhelin used the herbs to brew a delicious tea which cleared up indigestion and other bowl sicknesses. It was hard to communicate between each other during work hours due to an ASS normally being present on Zhelin’s level. They had learned it was safe to talk to each other during the early evening when the ASS went down to the lower levels to recharge. It was at this time that Zhelin and Lok talked and sipped tea. The only other time they got to chat was at lunch time.

“This tea tastes a bit different,” said Lok, “it tastes a little more…zesty,”
“I know,” replied Zhelin, “it’s strange, this morning, a new herb came up, with a white flower, it’s probably the best one I’ve ever grown, and it doesn’t seem to be related to the other ones.”
“I guess there’s always a glint of hope in the worst situations. Did you hear that this morning?”
“I didn’t only hear it, I felt it. That asshole Desiro kicked me aside saying ‘watch it, idiot!.’ I hope he falls into the molten plastic pools someday.”
Lok took another sip of his tea and said, “I know what you mean, but don’t you think that’s a little too over rated?”
“Hell no! I honestly hope that happens to him. So, how did the work go?”
“What a task that was. I even got blisters.” He showed his hands to Zhelin. Zhelin shuddered.
“Even with your gloves?”
“Even with my gloves, I need to replace them.”
“I’m glad you asked. Blug dropped a good pair on his way down to your place.” He threw down a pair of unused gloves and they landed in Lok’s hands.
“Thanks, these are a good fit.”
“I guess there’s more than a glint of hope in the worst of situations like these.” They both giggled.
“Zhelin, I hear beeping!”
“Beeping! An ASS! Quick, look like your doing something work related!”

They both hurried back into their workplaces. Lok was examining a suit on the line and Zhelin picked up his ragg started scrubbing the floor. The ASS floated up the side of the plant until it reached Lok’s balcony. It’s giant eye looked around a bit until it decided that there was no slacking at all. It floated up to Zhelin’s window and did the same and floated down the building.

Lok peeked out and Zhelin did the same.
“That was close!” said Lok, “what was it doing here this evening?”
“I don’t know,” replied Lok, “I guess they’ve changed patrolling times. More and more workers are being sent down to the pumps. I guess the ASS’s have more time to patrol different areas now.”
“I guess we won’t get much talking time now.”

A loud horn blew it’s sound, signaling that the work day had come to an end. One by one the lights of the plant went black, hundreds of footsteps echoed through plant, the loud chugging that the plant made slowed down to silence. All was asleep

But the waters beneath the ground? They weren’t asleep.

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Oh joy, no one's responding .

[odd chick]

Hey, nice story! You've really got a knack for explaining things in-depth in this story-I like it! The character development is excellent as well because the characters are believable. Well, keep it going-maybe you'll get more replies soon.

[LoboDiabloLoneWolf]

Is that all yer got up? Gee, now I'm hooked, you gotta put more up used dude! It's looking great, nice beginning and a good pace, yer paragraphing and spellin's also real good.

Keep it up matie!

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Sorry for being a bit of an ass beofre, anyway here's the next chapter and sorry if it's a little confusing between Executives and executives, Executives are the species, exucitves are the business people in general.

Chapter 2: The Lach Consortium
The far flung industrial empire headed by the Lach Consortium Grand Masters was almost like an actual being. The veins were the land routes taken by the giant juggernaughts called Thugnaughts; the executives were its blood; and above all else, the Lach Consortium proudly sat as the heart of this beuracratic being.

But there was never a single industrial race dominating the entire conglomerate. The races that had started these ancient businesses boldly protected their titles and heir’s to their thrones.

The Skajako Plant, was staffed by Executives, short and stubby in appearance, and timorous and worrying in nature. They were considered one of the more lowly species of the industrial family and had the lowest executive jobs in the Lach Consortium (such as endless paper work and salesmanship), only partially controlling a single factory. Once the CEO’s predecessor had passed away, he had taken the lead roll. With a little help from Desiro. Desiro promised the CEO he would make him the head honcho of the plant if he gave Desiro total employee administrative functions and an attractive office on the highest level. With these terms stated, it would be difficult to carry out this action: the Skajako CEO at the time was far too young to die and business was booming. The CEO didn’t survive well in the corporate world, so it seemed like a good opportunity that he couldn’t afford to pass. With all things considered, Desiro managed to bring these fruits of business to the CEO.

Not only was this deal mysterious, but so was Desiro. He didn’t have the looks of an Executive nor the looks of any of the industrial races. But he had such a high role in business that none of the people on his level could challenge him.

***

Lok was doing his daily rounds around the Executive Offices, collecting dirty laundry in his cart that carried the same miasma as yesterday. He had just collected Hakkup’s clothes and was coming up on Lumoks, the biggest most stressed out of executives. So his suits normally smelled like a dead rodent that had been stuffed into a toilet and had been rotting there for sixty years.

He knocked on the door and Lumoks burst out yelling, “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?”
“Laundry call,” replied Lok.
“Here, take it, you stupid little slave!”

Lumoks threw his horrible smelling suit at Lok slammed his metal door. Lok boringly said, “Have a nice day, sir.”

Lok was continuing his aroma filled adventure when he saw something that was most peculiar. Desiro was standing in front of the Executives Offices entrance. Not brown nosing the CEO, not burning out a cigarette on a Rekati’s head, not even doing his usual prancing about the plant looking for problems to whine about. Just standing there, like he was waiting for something.

Desiro never seemed like this before. Lok knew something important was about to happen, he could sense it. He developed this trait from the years of hearing executives bicthing and moaning about the littlest of problems.

Lok soon discovered the source of Desiro’s actions. The elevator came up to the level and stopped. Lok gazed in curiosity as eminent looking executives stepped out.

“Greetings!” said Desiro, “I understand you have an inspection of the--”

His sentence was cut short when one of the masters said, “Excuse me? Who are you? Why are you here? We wish to speak with the CEO of this plant right now! Bring him to us, servant!”

Desiro had an expression that was a mixture of anger and shock. He looked like he had just soiled himself and was about to burst into tears or rage. Lok struggled to keep himself from laughing. He couldn’t believe what he had seen, “servant?” It felt like his rib cage was about to explode. And with that, Desiro stormed down to the CEO Office angrily muttering to himself. Before Lok could marvel at this event anylonger, two chattering Beelzubs were strolling down the corridor. And Lok knew the trouble he would face if he lingered. He resumed his work thinking of the story the would get to tell to the others. “Servant?”

At lunch, Lok and Zhelin, along with the rest of the Rekati, had lost the contents of their stomachs due to a lost Beelzub getting himself mixed in with that day’s soup in the grinder. Because of this mess, all of the Rekati were made to stay at the Employee Lounge and clean up the vomit under the supervision of the lost Beelzubs best friends. It was not an encouraging time, the supervisors were constantly beating the Rekati with the claim that they were ones responsible for his death. They even had the chef help clean up the mess. And the Beelzubs abused him the most because of his condition.

Before the chef had taken his roll in the kitchen, he worked in the processing area, in the intense heat. The Rekati that worked in that department were often burned and the hatred against the executives was in the largest quantities there. The chef couldn’t take it any longer. He attempted to escape by running across the train bridge which was the only way out of the plant. He was half way across when he was shot down by a Beelzub. The executives decided that he needed “therapy” and sent him to the clinic. After he was through, he had a smile on his face and a scar on his cranium. With his marbles lost, the executives saw no point in sending him back to processing so they stuffed him away in the kitchen.

After hours and hours of scrubbing the puke away, the exhausted workers were finally allowed to retire.

“That sucked!” “I can’t believe they made us work for that long!” “Damn Beelzubs!” “I hate this plant!” “I’m going to murder those executives someday!” “It wasn’t even our fault!” “I wish we were free” “I want to see those worms called executives do this work!” “I just want to die!” “I hope they all die!” “I wonder what’s for lunch tomorrow”

Lok couldn’t speak. He was far too exhausted and even angrier. He and Zhelin walked up the staircase to their beds (the elevator was restricted to the Rekati). They had carried the same expressions on their faces: open mouth and half shut eyes. They had reached their level when Blug came to them and said, “Lok, Zhelin! You have shifts in the pumps tomorrow. Orders from the top!”

Their visages stayed the same, but inside fear was clawing at their bowls.

[odd chick]

Fantastic chapter! I love your writing style because it's descriptive and inventive. Although I will admit that this part was kind of.......sick:

At lunch, Lok and Zhelin, along with the rest of the Rekati, had lost the contents of their stomachs due to a lost Beelzub getting himself mixed in with that day’s soup in the grinder. Because of this mess, all of the Rekati were made to stay at the Employee Lounge and clean up the vomit under the supervision of the lost Beelzubs best friends. It was not an encouraging time, the supervisors were constantly beating the Rekati with the claim that they were ones responsible for his death. They even had the chef help clean up the mess. And the Beelzubs abused him the most because of his condition.

That part reminds me of the fast-food incidents that have went on recently!

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Thats acually what inspired it. Ha ha! :P

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^^Thats actually what inspired it. Ha ha! :P

After the next chapter, I'll attempt illustrations.

EDIT: Sorry about the double post, my computer is being a bastard.

[odd chick]

Hey, it's ok. That's happened to me before as well. Anyway, I can't wait to see the illustrations.

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Phew! Finally I finished it. I haven't been able to write as much lastely, I've been busy with Marching Band. Anyway, I hope you like it! Theme music: Intro to Demon days by the Gorillaz.

Chapter 3: Work in the Pumps

“I don’t care what you say!” said a very angry executive, “According to our calculations, profits aren’t ‘sky rocketing’ as you assured us ten years ago!”
“B-But,” said the highly distressed CEO.
“I can’t believe you’ve been spending that time trying to finish your damn pumps!”
“Well, you see.”
“In fact, we’ve been spending MORE money keeping this hog from going outta business, in the assurance that money would be flowing out of your plant!”
“Can I just--”
“How am I going to explain this to the Grand Masters? As of right now, I demand that you increase the birth rate and put more workers to production! And if it takes ten years to only get half way in a construction job, then you have an especially lazy work force and I suggest you imply a stricter rule on them!”
“Very well,” the CEO gave a sigh.
“Now, when is the next Thugnaught leaving? I, and the rest of the delegation, would like nothing better than to get out of this hell hole!”

***

The pumps, the one place Lok and Zhelin had hoped so much to keep away from. Questions were buzzing through their heads. Not a moment went by that didn’t feel like they were being sent to an executioner. Would they lose their sanity like the others? What horror would they see down there that was causing these things? Before their assignment, they had been instructed to go to the pump pipes, not yet lengthened, on an artificial land mound and weld on bigger pieces to them. It did not sound hard, but was it the work that would steal their minds?

Lok and Zhelin were with another Rekati when they reached the elevator that lead to the pumps, a Beelzub was stationed to send workers down and up and had himself buried in the Industrial Informer, the official newspaper of the Lach Consortium.

The Beelzub looked up to them and said, “Work in the pumps, huh?”
“Yes sir,” replied Lok.
“Fine, this shift’s crew should be coming up any second now.”
They heard a rushing sound, like wind blowing followed by a screech. In front of them, the elevator platform appeared. It’s passengers were as shown: blank faced, disoriented, and not knowing their own identities (or so it had appeared).

Two Beelzubs came running behind Lok. They stopped at the elevator and started pushing the Rekati on the elevator to a different one leading to the Employee Clinic. The water pump construction had been going on for so long that the Beelzubs had almost developed an instinct to when and where to go fetch workers from the pumps and send them straight away to the Clinic.

“Okay, get on!” said the elevator Beelzub. They stepped onto the platform and awaited their fate, “have fun!”

The Beelzub pulled down a lever and they saw tiny light above them which was the world they had just departed from. The windy sound was even louder and more violent here. And the farther they went down, the darker it got, not just externally, but internally as well. A cold feeling of despair and hopelessness was inside of them, like an evil spirit was watching them.

They reached the only level the elevator traveled elsewhere and went to find their work places. The environment was unusually peaceful; ASS’s were floating around shining beams of light for guidance, the chugging from the plant echoed from above, the water made splashing noises from the pumping, but it still felt like something evil was watching them.

They followed the guidance of an ASS’s light until the found their destination.

“Okay,” said Lok, “how about you I go into the water and hold of the base of the pipe, while Zhelin welds it on.”
“O-Okay,” said the other Rekati.

They stepped into the water and picked up the base of the pipe where it had been residing. They were over waist deep, it didn’t look like it would be this steep from the mound’s point of view. Zhelin picked up his welding rod and started welding the pipe to the larger one connected to the plant.

***

How long had it been? It didn’t feel any different to an hour or two minutes. Time seemed to stand still down here. The three Rekati had finished ten pipes and were now welding smaller pipes to the larger ones. That was how the pumps worked, large pipes with little root like pipes connected to them.

“You know,” said Zhelin, “this work isn’t as bad as I thought. I don’t think I’m insane yet, and have we--” He stopped and gasped, “There’s a--a”
“A what?” Asked the unknown Rekati.
“There’s a skull in the water!” Shouted Lok.

The all suddenly stood up defensively. Something was approaching. Not from the water, but from the darkness itself, like an aura. It was getting closer. An ASS nearby burst into pieces and sparks as the blackness swallowed it up. They couldn’t take it any longer.

“Run!” said Zhelin. They all ran for the elevator. Where was it? They were losing light, ASS’s were bursting all around them, they couldn’t see.

“I see it!” said Zhelin.

They were almost there. The unknown Rekati tripped and screamed out in horror as the blackness drew near. Suddenly he was sitting straight up on his knees, his eyes opened, a glowing stream of air slithered out of his eyes as if the blackness was sucking it up. The last of the glow was drained out of him and he fell to the ground.

The blackness was coming for them again.“Oh no!” shouted Lok, “it’s in front of the elevator!”

They ran away from it into an unknown direction, it didn’t matter where, as long as it was away from the blackness. They were cornered next to a natural pillar of stone. The blackness was all around them, from above, from around.

It had made its choice. Zhelin fell to his knees. The same glow was being inhaled by the horror.

“Stop!”


What had happened? First they were running from some blackness and now there they were, Zhelin was on his knees, and Lok with his hand out in front of him.

“LUNCH!” shouted the intercom, signaling that their shift was over. Time to leave. They boarded the elevator. Lok pulled the lever and they ascended to the top.

[LoboDiabloLoneWolf]

*pokes head from under the bed* Is it gone?

Phew, that was creepy there used, really creepy. Are we ever going to find out what that the blackness was? Did the voice on the intercom stop it then? Why does it obey 'em? Why is being set on the workers!?

And I can't believe it got Zhelin!

So many questions to be answered! Update QUICK!

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Maybe I should'bve interpreted the attack part, it got the unknown worker, Zhelin was just being attacked. And the intercome didn't ,make it go away. I don't want to spoil though...

[LoboDiabloLoneWolf]

Aha, I see, well it was full of suspense anyway, and I'm seriously enjoying this used, keep up the good work!

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Theme music: In der Halle des Bergkonigs by Peer Gynt when they are trying to avoid the doctor.

Chapter 4: A Visit to the Clinic

What had happened? All that were the contents of Lok and Zhelin’s memory was a blackness, a malevolent shadow. Chasing after them like it wanted something from them. They had been cornered and it seemed like the end. But no? Suddenly it had just…disappeared. And it was only after they had been seized by Beelzubs and taken up to the Clinic that Lok had recovered a piece of that event. He remembered shouting “Stop!” But who to, he could not remember.

And now, light from above. He felt softness under him and was located in a dark circular room. Filled with test tubes, electro orbs, and other lab paraphernalia. He also felt the presence of a familiar being, sitting straight up in a bed next to him. Zhelin. He seemed to have the same expression on his visage as Lok did. Once the two noticed eachother, Zhelin said, “Lok, do you think we’ve gone insane like the rest of the workers?”

“I don’t think so,” replied Lok, “If we had, I doubt we would be able to understand eachother right now.”

Lok felt the presence of other familiar beings. He was shocked to see the worker’s expressions. They were just lying on their beds, staring up into the ceiling, mouths open. This was the fate of all who enter the Pumps. But why Lok and Zhelin? What was so special about them? They had been spared. Or saved, they really didn’t know. All that they did know was they were safe, and sane. Lok felt guilty. He had it so much easier in the world. An easy job, a good friend, and above all, retaining his sanity after a day’s work in the Pumps.

Lok felt the presence of a new being. One he had never encountered before. He noticed that a tall creature wearing a white over coat, a mask covering only its mouth, and numerous lenses and small flash lights on its head. It reminded him of Desiro for a second. He had never seen another one of his species seen before, and evil and wicked looking.

“Who are you?” asked Zhelin.
“I am Doctor Thelodiconus Albicus,” replied the Doctor, who spoke in a metallic voice, “I am the Clinic here at the Skajako Plant.”
“How come we’ve never seen another one of you before?” asked Lok
The doctor sighed and said, “Because Lach Consortium law 102 states that every facility incorporated in the Lach Consortium must have at least one Fossor physician stationed at all times, happy? Now I need to run some diagnostics on you. To level your insanity.”
“But, I don’t think we’re insane.”
“That’s absurd! Everyone who comes from the pumps these days is insane. I will not be told otherwise!”
“Well, what are you going to do to us?” asked Zhelin.
“Oh, nothing special, just a few high voltage electrocutions and maybe a few glookot injections.”
“WHAT?”
“Don’t get in such a fuss, now say ah.”
“No!”
“SAY AH!”

And at point and time, Lok and Zhelin had flown from their beds and scrambled to the door. The doctor had pushed a button on the wall and the door shut right in front of them. The doctor was coming at them with two needles in his hands, yelling.

The two ran around the room, slipping under him to avoid the needles. “Push the button, Lok!” shouted Zhelin, who was now wielding a metal pipe to block the doctors attempts at injecting him.

The doctor had started pursuing Lok. He had nearly pierced his skin when Zhelin had slammed the pipe on his head. The doctor had dropped his needles and was now pressing hands on his head, spinning about the room.

“The button is over there!” shouted Lok.

But before they could reach the button, the doctor had rushed in front of them, holding an ominous looking pole spitting out electric bolts at the head, “NOW HOLD STILL, I AM GOING TO MAKE IT ALL BETTER!” said the doctor.

The two were backing up when Lok noticed something on the ground, the two needles the doctor was holding. He picked them up and gave one to Zhelin. They both nodded to each other and the doctor came running at them. Lok and Zhelin slipped beneath his bottom and both injected him with what was ever in the needles. The doctor fell to the ground, choking and coughing. He became silent and his body swelled up tremendously.

“Do you think he’s dead?” asked Zhelin.
“I don’t know,” replied Lok, “Let’s just get out of here.”

They pushed the button and the door opened. They walked out of the room only to be greeted by a squad of Beelzubs.

[AngryVyykerDude]

This is great yet your fanfiction posting is the opposite of mine.. I post mine in little bursts frequently instead

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This is the climax for part one, theme music: Pump It by the BEP's when they are running from the boilers.

Chapter 5: Tumult and Escape
They couldn’t believe it. After being confined to a cafeteria abundant in vomit, nearly losing their minds to a malevolent shadow, and almost losing their bodies to a sadistic doctor, you would expect they would have a bit of goodness in this time. Unfortunately, there were no breaks for two rambunctious Rekati.

The Beelzubs looked angry, they looked like they wanted shoot their heads to bits. Interrogation under Beelzubs was not a happy matter. They often used torture and in more categories than one. But how did they find out?

“We were told by Desiro,” said the apparent squad leader, “that there was a problem in the Employee Clinic. We are here to arrest you!”

Desiro? How could he have known?

“Arrest us?” said Lok, “under what charges?”
“Don’t matter, Desiro has total administrative functions. What he says goes.”

No, not again. Enough had happened in this accursed plant. If they could survive and escape from the recent events, they could most likely escape from a squad of Beelzubs. But was there a way out? They jumped of the walkway into unknown peril. Their fall would have killed them if they hadn’t grabbed onto a pipe on the way down. It was searing hot so they did not hang on for long.

They fell into a gigantic barrel full of little sickingly cute figures of the woodland creatures called Lurmites. Obviously on its way to the meat snacks corporation factory located on the edge of the mountain range, called Sadisco. They rose to the surface where Lok said, “Do you think we lost them?”
“No,” replied Zhelin.

Lok looked up in the plant and the squad Beelzubs was pursuing them down the stairs case.

“Get down!” said Lok.

They both submerged themselves into the cheap knick knacks once again. Lok peeked his head above the barrel’s rim to see if the Beelzubs had lost them. His action created more trouble. The Beelzubs at first seemed befuddled that they could not find them, but once one of them had seen Lok sprouting his head out of the barrel, they all saw him.

Without question, they all fired at the barrel. A few of the shots pierced the thin metal the barrel was made of. Thankfully, it entered a shielded part of the barrel line. Their bullets would never penetrate that.

“Just wait until it comes out of the armored line,” said the squad leader, “we’ll know which barrel cos of the bullet holes we made.”

Time was running out for Lok and Zhelin, they needed a plan. And then it hit them, “Quick! Let’s get into that barrel!” said Lok. They both climbed out of the shot barrel and climbed into the barrel behind theirs.

“There it is!” said the leader, “fire!”

The entire squads fired at the bullet pierced barrel for a few seconds. Then another Beelzub operating a long crane arm with two claws grabbed the barrel that the squad had fired upon and placed it on the walkway where the squad was eagerly waiting their “prize.”

The squad commanded a small group of Rekati to dismantle the barrel (so the Rekati could have the pleasure of seeing the contents within). But to the Beelzubs’s surprised dismay, the barrel contained no gun shot Rekati.

They then realized where their two fugitives had gone two, “Look!” said the leader, “They’re escaping!”

Lok and Zhelin were far down the barrel line and were tipping their barrel over the edge of the line. They landed near the boilers which powered the plant. They were just recovering from their fall when another squad of Beelzubs had just started firing at them when the two had dodged behind an enormous pipe just in the nick of time.

“They’re still coming!” said Zhelin.
“Let’s hide in the boilers!” replied Lok.

They both made for the door bearing the words “BOILERS, KEEP OUT!” The chugging was loudest here and it was unbearably hot (as one should expect) with firey steam flowing from the low budgeted boilers. The Beelzubs had followed them in and the two Rekati were coming up on the controls when a Beelzub had yelled, “Freeze!”

The squad had all of their guns aimed at them when Zhelin had stumbled on a lever which at first sight seemed insignificant, but when they read the sign above it, they realized what disastrous mistake they had made. “NEVER EVER PULL THIS LEVER TO THE RIGHT, FOR FEAR OF BEING INCINARATED AND BLOWN UP.”

Suddenly, all of the pressure and temperature gauges’ arrows turn madly to the right. A few of the gauges burst. And it was getting even hotter. They saw a timer above counting down from four minutes. Four minutes?
It seemed they had no where to run, nowhere to go. The Beelzubs were waiting with guns locked and loaded and the timer was ticking. Just then, a blast of steam hit the Beelzubs and they screamed out in pain while they melted. Lok and Zhelin ran forwards to see the goop. They both look sickened.

Zhelin realized the situation again and said, “Come on! We have to get out of here!”

They both ran for the exit from the boilers. When they emerged, the plant looked much different: molten plastic pools were rising from the bottom, pipes were falling from above. They ran upwards to the train bridge from the every growing plastic pools. Three minutes left.

They saw Rekati running for the bridge as well, some of them ebing crushed by the falling pipes. Others were being swallowed up by the plastic pools. Lok couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He tugged Zhelin over to another worker who hanging on the edge of a walkway and firey doom awaited him.

“Come on, Zhelin! We have to help him!” shouted Lok.
“No! He’s dead to us!” replied Zhelin.
"Come on!"

They had just grabbed his arms when the pool had just starting licking his back. But, for some unknown reason, the worker wasn’t screaming out in pain. He wasn’t making any noise at all. They pulled him up as the pool grew larger. He was completely unburned

“Thanks!” said the Rekati and he took off.
“What just happened?” asked Zhelin.
“I don’t know,” said Lok, “come on!”

Two minutes left.

They were ascending higher towards the train. It was automated and always left at a specific time. Hopefully it hadn’t left yet. They were almost to the bridge when a most unexpected thing happened. It was Desiro, hanging from the edge of the level, with a lake of fire beneath him. He shouted, “Help me! Please somebody, help me!”

“Yeah right,” said Zhelin sarcastically, “Have a nice trip down!”
“Zhelin,” said Lok, “Come one, lets not deliberately let him die.”
“You can’t be serious! This is Desiro, the meanest, most annoying executive who ever walked Oddworld!”
“Maybe he’ll change of we save him.”
“No, I’m not gonna save that scumbag!”
Lok gave him an un approving look.
“Alright fine.”

They walked over to Desiro and hoisted him up. And to their surprise, Desiro said, “Ha! You idiots! You fools! I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time!”

Desiro pulled out a dagger from his sleeve. But before he could complete his goal, a metal pipe fell and hit him on the head. Dizzy, he fell into the pool below.

“I guess he wouldn’t have changed,” said Lok.
“Serves you right!” said Zhelin as he spat at Desiro’s falling body.

Almost there, they just had a little more. The pipes were falling more frequently, there were loud explosive noises coming from below. Then, another most unexpected thing happened. It was another Rekati, just lying on the floor unconscious.

“It’s a girl!” said Lok, “she must’ve fallen from the birthing room.” This was quite a shock for both of them. They never once seen another female in their lives.

“Come on, Lok!” said Zhelin, “we only have fifty seconds left!”
“We can’t just leave her like that, and I’m pretty sure she won’t lash at us with a dagger.”

Zhelin sighed and helped Lok pick up the knocked out female. They started carrying her to the train bridge. But no, there were no ways out now.

“The train!” shouted Zhelin as he gazed at the departing train, “it’s already left!”

So this was it. They had maintained their spirits through everything the plant had hurled at them. And now, when its demise finally came, the one moment all of the Rekati now and before them had prayed for, they are left to die in this gluttonous thing.

No, not even now. Lok would not let this stop him. Not from the mountains far and wide, not from the ghostly waters far below. He couldn’t give up, not even now. He contemplated and made his decision, “Let’s jump!”

The plant started imploding. Explosions were everywhere. The three Rekati went flying through the air, Lok and Zhelin were screaming. Zhelin had managed to grab onto a rope like wire, with Lok clinging on Zhelin’s foot, holding the female. They had done it.

[Leto]

I have only read the first 3 chapters, so I will comment properly whence my completion of all of them.

This is good. It depicts a rather sinister more AO like industrialist feel than many fanfics on OWF. Kudosness.

^_^

[odd chick]

Like I said in my post before the forums were hacked, this story is awesome. I liked how the action picked up a bit in chapter 4.

[used:)]

Here some prototypes I did. Below is a female Beelzub.



And here is a Myzoid. The species that the CEO belongs to.



More images coming soon, .

[odd chick]

He he, I like those.....they look pretty cool. I like the second one's slim look. Nice job.

[Jarnww]

I like the story so far, and the drawings are nice too! KEEP IT UP.