djmorton - SLA Industries

Th' Kurgens Journal Chapter Ten

Richt, 'ere we gang again!

We drove tae Shades uptown apartment 'n' ah mist say that 'twas gey crakin', muckle better than th' dive ah bide in. Whin we reached th' apartment thare wur twa arseholes fae th' department o' internal secutity ootdoors daein' bugger a' ah tried shooting th' breeze wi' thaim bit, unsurprisingly, thay wur unco-operative. Thay wouldn't let us ben sae as ah staun aroond smoking a cop guid someone hud th' bricht idea o' canvassing th' neighbours. Felicity spoke tae a lassie wha kent her as th' coupon o' th' homespun netwurk 'n' discovered that Void haes left a delivert address fur mail. Th' door ah knocked oan wis answered by a fellow Frother by th' name o' "Fisf Fuck" wha wis heich oan Alice at th' time. He didnae ken jobby bit we git oan lik' a hoose oan fire. Meanwhile Maggot searched Void's motor 'n' though 'twas hee haw he deduced it hud bin previously searched though ye cuid hae bund me wi a strae he didnae crawl ben 'n' lay some eggs!

We drove to the Shades updown apartment and I must say it was great, much better than the dive I live in. When I reached the apartment there were two operatives from internal security outside the door dooing nothing, so I tried talking with them for a bit. Unsurprisingly they were uncooperative. They would not let us inside so I stood around smoking a feel good until someone had the bright idea of talking to the neighbours. Felicity spoke to a woman who knew her as the face of the Homespun Network, and discovered that Void had left a delivery address for mail. The door I knocked on was answered by a fellow frother by the name of "Fisf Fuck" who was high on Alice at the time. He did not know anything but we got on like a house on fire. Meanwhile Maggot searched Void's motor and though he found nothing he deduced it had been previously searched, though he could have bound me with a straw he did not crawl in and lay some eggs.

We drove ower tae Void's burd, a good-looking wifie by th' name o' Veronica wha hud a wee lassie. Ah asked her nicely whaur Void wis 'n' she gave me th' silent treatment sae ah skelp her a tae o' times tae shaw her ah wis in charge, dumb boot. As expected she stairted whining 'n' greetin' 'n' begging me nae tae hurt her anymair tae whilk ah responded by threatening her bairn, git a positive response thare 'n' she spilled th' beans, Void wis held up in sector twenty-one, level three, this rang a bell as we hud hud dealings wi' a scumbag criminal cried "Dreamer" thare a while back, he wis th' sort o' cowardly twat that hud tae scouk behind snippers 'n' men fur he cannae rammy his ain battles. By noo th' womans screams hud piqued th' curiosity o' yin o' her neighbours wha cam round demanding tae ken whit wis gaun oan sae ah tellt him tae pick a windae, yer leavin' 'n' mynd his ain business, sensibly he did.

We drove over to Voids girlfriend, a good looking woman by the name of Veronica who had a small girl. I asked her nicely where Void was and she gave us the silent treatment so I hit her a few times to how her I was in charge. As expected she started whining and crying and begging me not to hurt her any more, to which I responded by threatening her child. I got a good response to that as she spilled the beans. Void was hiding in sector twenty-one, level three. This rang a bell as we had had deelings with a criminal called Dreamer there a while back. He was the sort of cowardly individual that had to hide behind old men as he could not fight his own battles. By now the womens screams had got the attention of her neighbours who came round demanding to know what was going on so I told them to piss off, and to mind their own business. Sensibly they did.

We hud a positive leid sae we left fur sector twenty-one 'n' gaed tae th' Milkshake boozer whilk wis a contact point fur Dreamer parntly, ah mist hae dozed aff whin ah foremaist heard that fur ah will be buggered if ah cuid mind ony o' it. Ah arrived foremaist o' coorse 'n' ordered a whiskey shoogle whilk wasn't hauf ill 'n' stared doon a group o' low-life gang members wha wur at th' neist buird. Th' rest o' Deadzone arrived eventually 'n' stairted thair usual mindless chit-chat. Th' loser wha bolted th' steid teuk a shine tae Felicity though he wis th' biggest wimp you'd ever hae th' misfortune tae catch up wi`, he kept stammering 'n' umming 'n' arrghing, juist tell her ye wanted a bugger fur fuck's sake! Sae ah butted in 'n' tried tae gie him a few pointers aboot howfur a real jimmy acts towards a wifie he wants tae shag bit he kept gaun oan aboot relationships 'n' a' that jobby sae ah lit up a cop guid 'n' tellt him tae sling yer hook.

We had a positive lead so we left for sector twenty-one and got to the Milkshake bar which was a contact point for Dreamer apparently. I must have dozed off when I first heard that as I did not remember any of it. I arrived first of course and ordered a whisky shake which wasn't half bad, and stared down a group of low life gang members which were at the next table. The rest of Dead Zone arrived eventually and started their usual mindless talking. The man who ran the place took a liking to Felicity though he was the biggest wimp you woul dhave the misfortune to meet. He kept stammering and stuttering. Just tell her to want to sleep with her. I butted in and tried to give him a few pointers about how a real man acts towards a woman he wants to sleep with, but he kept going on about relationships, so I lit a feel good and told him to sling his hook.

Weel reader up 'til noo Maggot hadn't dane anythin' tae pure pish me aff forby beign a stupid alien bit this wis aboot tae chaynge, unbeknowst tae me he hud poured a coffeee, walnut 'n' burboun whip ower th' ben o' mah bikes engine 'n' fucked it. Tae say ah wis crabbit wid be an understatement, ah gaed pumpin' ballistic, th' pumpin' piece o' worthless alien jobby! Fortunately fur him ah didnae discover this consecration 'til ah tried tae lea 'n' he hud awready drien aff in Felicity's shit-mobile. Bas!

Well right up until now, Maggot had done nothing to annoy me except being a stupid alien, but this was about to change. Unknown to me, he had poured a coffee, walnut and burborn whip over my bikes engine and ruined it. To say I was angry would be an understatement, I went ballistic. Fortunately for him I did not discover this desicration until I tried to leave and he had already driven off in Felicity's car.

Sae ah hud tae rang a local mechanic tae come 'n' collect mah bike then hightailed it tae sector tweeny-one by train, och th' indignity o' public transport! Ah vowed thare 'n' then tae skin th' mindless motherfucker th' instant ah cam o'er him. Jobby, in mah fury o' recounting this stoory ah forgot an important point, Dreamer hud contacted us in th' boozer 'n' tellt us that he cuid hulp locate Void if we cuid deliver a package tae Deliah at th' pit sae that's whaur we gaed foremaist. Och mah brain!

So I had to ring a local mechanic to come and collect my bike then sped to sector twenty-one by train. Oh the indignity of public transport. I vowed there and then to skin the mindless *** expletive *** the moment I found him. In my fury at recounting this story I forgot an important point, Dreamer had contacted us in the bar and told us he could help locate Void if we could deliver a package to Deliah at The Pit, so that is where we went first. Oh my brain.

Fuck trains ur slow, anyway whin ah finally arrived at th' Pit mah colleagues hud awready delivered th' suitcase 'n' ah spoke tae Deliah wha seemed pure crakin', strang wifie, she micht hae clocked that ah seemed aff wi' her efter discovering her recent betrayl tae SLA bit ah didnae mention it.

Trains are so slow! Anyway, when I finally arrived at The Pit my colleagues had already delivered the suitcase and spoke to Deliah who seemed nice. Strange woman, she might have realised that I seemed off with her after discovering her recent betrayal to SLA but I did not mention it.

Anywhy in return fur a future bugger she hud yin her sycophantic minions gimme a hurl back tae th' garage tae collect mah bonny bike 'n' 'twas in tip-top condition sae ah wis weel chuffed. She an' a' gave me some advice aboot nae cawin Maggot, Maggot 'n' mibbie murdering him wasn't sic a guid idea, ah thought lang 'n' solid aboot it 'n' finally decided she micht be richt, pumpin' hell wummin pure ken howfur tae git ben a man's heid, worse than ony drug! Mah mood hud improved whin ah arrived back wi' th' ithers sae ah geezit yin hundred 'n' fifty credits aff Maggot, err... Ah mean Uralie Darkshadow, noo thir's a pumpin' mouthful whilk is likelie whit he haes while his sexual encounters, noo, noo Kurgen be crakin'!

Anyway, in exchange for future sex she had her sycophantic minions give me a lift back to the garage to collect my lovely bike, which was in tip top condition, so I was well pleased. She also gave me some advice about not calling Maggot, and that maybe killing him was not a good idea. I thought long and hard about it and finally decided she might be right. Women sure know how to get into a mans head, worse than any drug! My mood had improved when I arrived back with the others so I said give me 150cr Maggot, err... I mean Urale Darkshadow, now there is a mouthfull, which is like what he has during his sexual encounters. No, no Kurgen, be good!

He tried tae barter me doon bit ah git mah wey then ah wis tellt that Dreamer hud come tae th' future wi' an address fur Void sae aff we gaed again. Arriving ootdoors anither dump ah charged in throught her front door as ah wantit tae let aff some steam. A womans voice that mist hae bin Shade asked how come ah wis 'ere, bonny ah kent that awreedy ye dumb, alien whore! Her 'n' Void stairted shooting thair pathetic guns as ah dove fur cover, Uralie 'n' Felicity hud caught up 'n' joined in shooting 'n' running a' ower th' place and ah finally managed tae skelp someone wi' yin o' mah power disks bit bugger kens wha as th' steid wis black as the Earl of Hell's waistcoat. Thay blew a few holes in mah crakin' shiny freish armour, sae thay mist hae bin usin` some pumpin' muckle calibre roonds 'n' ah hud tae doon Kickstart Solos lik' thay wur aff hoorin' o' fashion, huvin run oot o' power disks tae throw ah git up 'n' charged thaim wi' mah power pure massive sword. Taste tis lip ye fuckers! Ah wis halfway thare whin th' ceiling collapsed 'n' hurtling doon cam th' wirst keekin monstrosity ah hud ever leid een oan, a huge metal motherfuckering brute hoaching with bits o' human skin, a'd heard o' thaim: "Manchines", robots wi' a god complex 'n' th' braun tae match. Thae hings made Carrions keek lik' fairy-cakes, even Void 'n' Shade shouted oot "Fuck!". Cuid this be th' end o' yers truly? o' coorse not! would ah hae tae save th' day again? o' coorse, ah pumpin' wid!

He tried to barter me down but I got my way, then I was told that Dreamer had come to us with an address for Void, so off we went again. Arriving outside another dump I charged in through the front door as I wanted to let off some steam. A womans voice which must have been Shade asked how come I was here. Beautiful, I recognised her already you dumb, alien whore! Her and Void started shooting their pathetic guns as I dove for cover. Uralie and Felicity had caught up and joined in, shooting and running all over the place. I finally managed to hit someone with my power disks, but who knows who as the place was as black as the Earl of Hell's waistcoat. They blew a few holes in my shiny new armour, so they must have been using some large calibre rounds and I had to take Kickstart Solos like they were going out of fashion. Having run out of power disks to throw I got up and charged them with my sword. Taste its edge you *** expletives ***! I was half way there when the ceiling collapsed, and hurtling down came the worst looking monstrosity I had ever laid eyes on, a huge metal brute covered in bits of human skin. I had heard of them "machines", robots with a god complex and the muscle to match. The things made carrions look like fairy cakes. Even Void and Shade shouted expletives! Could this be the end of yours truely? Of course not! Would I have to save the day again? Of course I would!

Sorry tae end oan a cliffhanger bit at least that wey ye'll fash reading th' neist installment, sae sound aff lik' ye'v git as pair fighter!

Sorry to leave you on a cliffhanger but at least that way you will finish reading the next installment.