djmorton - SLA Industries

Th' journal o' th' Kurgen pairt eight

Efter th' quiz shaw we drove tae th' Usher orphanage Tae pick yup six brats tae uise as bait tae lure oot th' skin traders. Thay wur bein' kept in a seperate room 'n' thought SLA wur a bunch o' cunts. Yin bairn cried Freddie shawed promise as a warrior 'n' ah contacted HQ tae tae whither he cuid be re-educated bit th' answer wis na. Th' rest o' thaim stairted bleating lik' lambs, complaining that lee wis sae unfair 'n' howfur ill we wur, ah juist wanted tae git th' hell oot o' thare sae we dragged thaim oot kicking 'n' screaming.

After the quiz show we drove to the Usher orphanage to pick up six children to use as bait to lure out the Skin Traders. They were being kept in a seperate room and they all displiked SLA. One child called Freddie showed promise as a warrior and I contacted HQ to see whether he could be reeducated but the answer was no. The resl of them started crying, complaining it was unfair and how bad we were. I just wanted to get out of there so we dragged them out kicking and screaming.

As we approched th' train station ah realised that thare wis na whaur safe tae keep mah bike sae ah hauled bahookie tae th' ticket affice 'n' tried tae persuade a SLA op cried Frank tae hulp, as he wis a worm he refused sae ah made a in yer heid note tae bugger him up at a efter date then parked mah bike. We bundled th' kids onto th' train 'n' as ah waved cheerio the nou tae mah bike, Duke decided tae tell me that hud seen a tae o' a bin howker wankers eying her up, cheers fur letting me ken beforehand ye jobby!

As we approached the train station a realised that there was nowhere safe to keep my bike so I rushed to the ticket office and tried to pursuade an SLA op called Frank to help. He refused so I made a mental note to assault him at a later date then parked my bike. We bundled the children onto the train and as I waved goodbye to my bike, Duke decided to tell me the had seen a bunch of shifty individuals eying her up.

Th' train sped aff at heich speed 'n' wis sae crammed stowed oot o' commuters that mah power pure massive sword wid be boggin' in a rammy sae ah switched tae mah gash fist instead, a'd be pure up claise 'n' personal this time! As Mort wis sae muckle th' train hurl wid tak' ages sae ah lit up a cop guid 'n' tried tae relax. Nearby Duke wis haen clishmaclaiver wi twa o' th' kids fur some reason, best tae let thaim ken thair fate than molly coddle thaim lik' babies.

The train departed at high speed and was so crammed full of commuters that my sword would be useless in a fight so I switched to my gash fist instead, it would be pure up close and personal this time. As Mort was so big the train ride would take ages so I lit up a feel good and tried to relax. Nearby Duke was speculating with the children for some reason. Best to let them know their fate rather than molly coddle them.

A' body else o' th' train wis day dreaming sae 'twas doon tae me tae shout oot tae tak' cover whin ah heard a distant explosion whilk cut th' power, finally we'd hae some action! Ah teuk up a defensive position while a' body else bolted aroond screaming 'n' shitting themselves in fear. Felicity pat oan her IR goggles tae hae a beetr keek see in th' mirk. Ah turned oan mah flashlight 'n' spied some skin trader scum at th' rear o' oor carriage sae ah teuk a skelp o' mah freish drug "Ultraviolence", bugger me ah thought rush wis guid stuff bit this wis th' dugs bollocks! Feeling lik' a million credits ah teuk oot a power disk 'n' threw at yin o' th' shitheads, it bit deep 'n' he fell doon lik' a sack o' spuds, this wis aff tae be tae easy.

Everybody else on the train was day dreaming so it was soon down to me to shout out and take cover when I heard a distant explosion which cut the power. Finally we had some action! I took up a defensive position while everybody else ran around screaming in fear. Felicity put on her IR goggles to see better in the darkness. I turned on my flashlight and saw some Skin Trader scum at the rear of our carriage so I took a dose of my new drug "Ultraviolence". I thought Rush was good but this was great. Feeliing a million credits I took out a power disk and threw it at the Skin Traders. It bit deep into one and he fell like a sack of potatoes. This was too easy.

Th' rest o' th' rammy wis ower juist as quickly as Felicity headed doon th' front o' th' carriage 'n' punched thro' yin sorry motherfuckers chest wi' hwer gash fist afore handing him his aye beating hert, pure class, pity she's sic a twat ootdoors combat. By th' end o' th' rammy four o' th' skln traders wur oot cauld 'n' th' rest o' thaim wur mince bridie as whaur maist o' th' civilians in th' carriage. Four o' oor kids hud an' a' bin shot bit at least thay wur spared an execution. Th' guid speirins wis th' fin wid begin, a'd git tae torture thae pieces o' jobby fur speirins. Ah picked yin 'n' gaed tae wirk 'n' it wasn't lang afore we drookit his-sel 'n' gave us whit we wanted tae ken. Th' skin traders leader wis cried "Skrag" or something 'n' thair source o' speirins ben SLA wis none ither than Delilah th' Destroyer, pumpin' hell!

The rest of the fight was over just a squickly as Felicity headed down to the front of the carriage and puncked through the check of another Skin Traders chest with her gash fist before handing him his own beating heart. Pure class, pity we do not get on outside of combat. By the end of the fight, four of the Skin Traders were out cold and the rest were mince meat as were most of the civilians in the carriage. Four of the children had been shot but at least they were spared an execution. The good news was that the fun would begin, and I woud get to torture the Skin Traders. I picked one and went to work, and it was not long before he wet himself and told us what we wanted to know. The Skin Traders leader was called "Skrag" or something and their informant in SLA had been none other than Delilah the Destroyer.

'n' oan that bomb shell ah will lea ye sorry shitheads 'til neist time, sae hoast if ye'v aye git a pair!