Ultimate Sligs oddysee: Chapter 6
Chapter 6: A killer is born
-Onboard heavily armoured Slig carrier aircraft, destination Wilderness Land, Mountains, Mudokon Fortress-
-2 hours later-
Eba sat in the aircraft, on the left hand side metal bench. All around him Sligs were sitting, some joking and laughing with their neighbours, others sitting looking nervous, twiddling their thumbs, rifles hugged close to their bodies. They were headed towards a Mudokon Fortress, in the mountains of the Wilderness Lands, where Mudokon leaders were gathering to discuss what may be another attack against the Magog Cartel. Eba’s Sligs were going to attack the fortress full on. The fortress, unlike others, would be specially kitted out for sieges, and all Mudokons would be armed. It would be the closest to a native army there had ever been. The closest to a proper battle there had ever been, and it was Eba’s first. He had never really shot a Mudokon, metal targets, moving disks, even Scrab and Paramite training used the real thing, but never Mudokons. “Slaves must be worked as much as possible, or killed for fun, never for training!” as Dripik had put it. Eba was not permitted to look nervous; he must be a figure for the people. The fact that he was leading the charge and could be killed instantly was not allowed to affect him. If he fell in this battle, the Sligs hope would be lost and they would scatter. The aircraft began to roar and hum as huge jets of air were fired to help landing. They were to be set down a few miles from the Fortress, but no doubt scouts had seen them come in. They had made sure to make the first landing party very small, two ships, so as to look a small amount. Once the scouts had instantly run to tell the fortresses guards of the 100 strong platoon, the other 58 ships would settle down, and the 3000 Slig army would march on the stronghold. As the ships touched down, and the back hatch opened, Eba stood up, waved his gun, and yelled over the roaring engines “GO! GO! GO!” all the Sligs shot up and began to run from their seats and spill down the walkway. It was surprising how fast all 100 Sligs amassed on the green clearing, surrounded by trees. Eba leapt out last, and began to make his way through the crowds, who were ranking up, and stood by the path leading across the mountain. “ATTENTION!” he roared and the crowd went completely silent, stood up straight, and faced him “ALRIGHT BOYS! THIS IS IT!” The sound became almost deafening as many more aircraft roared over the trees “WE’RE GOING ACROSS THE MOUNTAIN! FROM THERE WE WILL FIND THE SLOPE OPPOSITE THE FORTRESS! THEN WE WILL CHARGE!” there was a roar of approval “AND WE WILL WIN!” the sound of the soldiers almost drowned out the sound of the aircraft “THREE ABREAST BOYS! LETS MARCH!” the roaring continued and Eba turned and began marching up the mountain path, the Sligs filing up behind him. As they marched the trees faded in the distance, and the landscape was dusty and rocky. They walked on, cliff on one side, drop on the other, until they reached a kind of canyon, which they would walk through the bottom of. They began to trudge through, cliff face on either side and Eba’s fear grew. After about ten minutes Eba motioned for them to stop. They did instantly. He slowly crept forward, to the end of the gorge, and looked through the middle. As each cliff ended, at the bottom of them slopes formed, and down this slope on a flat rocky area, was the fortress. Eba motioned for his men to creep up and line up along the top of the hill, three deep, one hundred across. He stood in the very middle of the line, at the front. Rain began to drip, then drizzle, then pour. Eba picked up his rifle, and scoped in on the battlements of the fortress, he zoomed in on a Mudokon as it pointed up at the hill, and the Mudokon next to it pulled a terrified face, and ran into a tunnel to the side, to arm the fortress no doubt. Eba readied himself, the fortress gate opened, Eba took on an aggressive stance, Mudokons filed from the gate, raised his gun, the Mudokons ranked up, and he yelled, rain splattering on his visor “CHAAARGE!” a huge roar, both armies ran. Slig tore down the slope, Eba in the lead, screaming, and letting loose thousands of bullets, tearing Mudokons to shreds, Eba still held his gun ahead like a baton, rallying his troops on. Blasts of Spooce energy flew up the hill, blasting Sligs left and right, tripping them, toppling surrounding the Sligs around him. Grenades flew through the air, huge fireballs blew through the ranks of the Mudokons, sending their still burning and flailing bodies through the air, some crunching against the wall of the fortress. The armies met, three quarters of the way down, and a bloody maul began. Mudarchers still flung Spooce Energy into the Sligs, the Sligs rained down bullets on the Mudokons, the Tomahawkers swung at the frontline Sligs, and they thrust back with their guns, still firing. Eba crashed straight through the line, falling through the mud, as did many on both sides. The sharp machine gun bursts blasted the mud all around, sending it blasting into the air. Sligs fell jerking, purple electricity crackling over their bodies, others with huge gaping holes in their bodies, Clubs still stuck in their skulls and ribcages, Mudokons bending to pick up their weapons were brutally crushed by the butts of machine guns. Puddles became red, as did the rain in the air, and cartridges and bullets littered the ground. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Eba saw a Mudokon run screaming, on fire, as bullets pumped into his back, another searching for its arm, was kicked by a Slig, and shot. Another Slig sat, curled up, screaming as his friends were clubbed around him. Eba almost threw up, he almost screamed, but he couldn’t, he had to get up, had to lead on. He pushed on his hands to rise, but slipped back down. As he did, Spooce energy zoomed over his head and hit the Mudokon coming up to club him from behind. A sick lucky break. He began to get up again, and a Slig grabbed his hand and pulled him up saying “ALMOST GOT YOU THER S..ARGH!” a club spiralled through the air, went straight through the gap in his mask where his tendrils protruded and stuck. Blood sprayed out, and the Slig made gagging noises, almost pulling Eba down in its fall. Eba turned and saw a Mudokon laughing at his good shot. Eba was filled with rage, his eyes stung, his heart pounded, and he let out a loud cry. All sense left him, and he was filled with blood lust. He raised his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger. The Mudokon began to stumble backwards, and Eba held the trigger down, pumping the Mudokon full of lead. He fell, and Eba kept squeezing the trigger, shooting. The Mudokon was being torn to shreds, and Eba kept firing. The Mudokons body burst with a splatter, body parts flying everywhere. Jumped and grabbed the head as it flew past him, held the ponytail, and spun the head like a mace. He slammed the head over another Mudokon, splattering him with blood, and causing him to fall to the floor. Eba laughed manically, spurring his troops on, swinging out with his elbow-blades, slicing Mudokons in half, cutting their limbs and heads clean. He tore through the middle of all the Mudokons killing them all, until he reached the tower gate, and kicked out his left leg. A chant suppressing beam flew out, tearing towards the battlements, blowing a chunk out of the wall, sending several Mudokons and chunks of stone hurtling over onto the Native lines. Many were crushed. Eba shot into the rubble, killing all survivors, and running through the gates unloaded several more clips backwards into the Mudokon force. He ran down the central corridor, throwing grenades into rooms on either side. Screams and explosions followed his charge. He ran, killing, until he found a pair of huge ornate double doors. He switched to Big-Bro mode, reloaded his gun, and jump at the door. He crashed through it with ease, and tumbled back onto his feet. Guards on all sides rose their weapons, and the Shamans having a conference around the circular table rose from their seats, but too late. Eba sprayed the room with bullets, wiping out every single person in there, and blasting holes in the walls. After all were dead, he walked over to the table, switched to normal mode, and sat down on it. His rage faded as fast as it had come. The realisation of what he had done struck him like a club in the stomach. He stumbled over the dead bodies, to the corner, and threw up. He knelt down, panting, gasping for breath. Seeing the blood, mud, and ‘pieces’ on his hands, arms, and torso he wretched. Eba began to make low sobbing sounds but was alerted by a creaking behind him. He sat up fast. “Don’t…you…move” Eba froze where he was. “Drop your weapon!” Eba put his rifle down very slowly, and said “Most of my body is a weapon…” The person behind seemed to consider this for a moment and after a few minutes said “Turn around, slowly. I don’t want those needles pointing towards me!” His voice was full of hate, and Eba felt his spit on the back of his neck. He slowly shuffled around, still kneeling, and saw a much decorated Mudarcher, with its Spooce bow aimed at his head. “I am Bea, 11th member of this counsel. I was sent outside for safety reasons when the army, or platoon as we though, was spotted! I saw you on the battlefield, and running through these halls. You’re rage disgusts me!” he spat on the ground “But your skill is exceptional…you must be the false Slig messiah?” Eba was about to ask how the Mudokon knew about the Slig Messiah, and especially how he knew he was fake, but the Mudokon answered before Eba could begin “I know many things of present situations, and will take great pride in killing you…” Footsteps echoed through the passages, as did voices of “Where the general? He came this way!” Bea turned and grimaced “Your soldiers come for you…next time we meet, you will die. I swear it!” and he turned and ran before the Sligs could reach the hall. A small squad ran in through the door minutes after, and saw Eba standing with his gun, on the table. “You told these schmucks boss!” laughed one of the Sligs, and in a shaky, forced false confident voice Eba replied “Y…yeah…lets get back to the Barracks!”
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