Chapter five: The great escape...

(Meanwhile at the Vykkers labs, Sam drifted in and out of sleep, as she had been for the last few months...)

-Sam's POV

She had awoken from her doze after hearing the commotion in the next room, the vykkers had been excitedly going on about the next modokon queen for the last few hours.

Sam looked down at the floor in an effort to rest her tired neck, she knew her time was coming to an end, she could feel it. Every day she could feel herself growing weaker and weaker as what was left of her strength slowly and gradually left her body.

"More labour eggs, more moolah!" She heard a vykker shriek excitedly in the next room, it was kind of hard not to hear them. Sam thought about who the next modokon queen might be, she admittedly felt a little sorry for the modokon, as she would have endure what Sam had put up with for years in the Vykkers labs...

"...No!" She cursed out loud shaking the thoughts from her head, "I can't let this happen again." She mumbled to herself quietly, if there was to be a new queen, then Sam would have to reach her, before it was too late.

Sam focused her mind as she leaned her head forwards and closed her eyes, it had been decades since she had last meditated, long ago she given up but now she had no other options and nothing more to lose. It would take awhile to search all of Mudos, but Sam was determined to find the next modokon queen and warn her before it was too late...

(Meanwhile back at the medical centre office at Rupture Farms...)

-Nobodies POV

After eyeing Cal once more Luna cautiously stepped through the automatic doors and into a room with mould covered tiles and medical equipment scattered all over the place, every shelf was packed with books, there were medical posters decorating the walls and jars of preserved animal parts on some of the shelves.

Cal motioned with his gun for her to move forward and she reluctantly complied, in the middle of the room was a examination table with two vykkers standing near it, the same vykkers from before. But that's not what frightened Luna the most, there was a glukkon standing in the corner eyeing her with a sadistic smirk, "That must be Molluck." She thought vaguely remembering the portrait near the office door.

The vykker with glasses rubbed his two sets of hands together, "Alright lets get to it..." He mused, it was a little creepy for him to be so excited about a medical exam. "Take a seat..." The one she remembered as Frank motioned with a claw towards the table.

Having no real choice in the matter, Luna reluctantly sat on the edge of the table looking at two vykkers, she watched as Cal turned and faced towards the door, he had probably seen this sort of stuff before.

Molluck chuckled as the Doc moved a claw towards her making Luna flinch back in fear, the vykker eyed the cloth around her flat chest for a moment and then shone some kind of tiny torch in her eyes, making her blink. "Hm, she's in good condition..." Doc mused pulling out a needle, from the white satchel tied around his waist.

(A few minutes later...)

-Luna's POV

She shuddered as she was sent on her way remembering the vykkers words, "We'll be back for her later." The very memory sent chills down her spine, and here she was walking back to the modokon sleeping quarters, after a few very uncomfortable minutes of being poked and prodded in various places she rather not think about right now.

"What'll happen now?" Luna thought out loud as she walked towards the two familiar guards standing near the slaves quarters doors, Sid, Abe and Imp stood up as they saw her enter the room.

"What happened?" Abe was the first to ask with a worried look on his face, she shuddered again and walked past them, "I'd rather not talk about it..." She answered quietly as she took the fuzzle from Abe's paws and went to her usual spot in the back corner to rest.

(The following day in Molluck's office...)

-Molluck's POV

He couldn't wipe the grin off his face, his menacing smile had even startled some of the slig guards just outside his office, they hadn't seen the glukkon this happy in ages.

Now that the vykkers little labour egg shortage would soon be taken care of, and Molluck would have a big chunk of the profits to boot for finding the next fertile modokon queen.

Remembering what Shrinkley said about needing to make some room before taking the female back with them, Molluck had ordered guards to keep an eye on the female until the Doc came back for her. After all, preparations had needed to be made and Sam was still under constant and demanding care for the time being, that is, until she would eventually pass on.

Getting up from his desk and walking over to one of the monitors, he reviewed that profits had been declining rapidly, Molluck scoffed, he had ordered a meeting with his stock holders tonight and they would discuss the new product he would propose to solve their dilemma.

Walking back to his desk Molluck frowned at the latest slig scout report, meeches were now confirmed to be extinct and meeche munchies had to be discontinued last week. To make matters more difficult, the paramite and scrab population had been significantly declining as well.

His attempts to breed scrabs in the stockyards had been unsuccessful so far, Molluck kept many in pens on the edge of Rupture Farms but have had no luck with attempting to commercially breed them at all. The stupid animals usually just killed every moving thing in sight, including their own kind, making scrabs difficult to keep despite their succulent meat.

He shook his head and leaned towards the microphone on his desk, "Have the boardroom cleaned for tonight's meeting." He commanded, "Yes sir!" He heard a slig answer on the phone and a satisfying click as he heard the guard put the phone down.

(Meanwhile in a nearby zulag, Luna walked down the corridors with two slig guards close to her heels...)

-Nobodies POV

It was unnerving having sligs so close to her, Luna felt isolated from the rest of the modokons that avoided eye contact or speaking with her as she walked past. It was most likely in fear though, the two guards glared daggers at anyone that even so much as glanced in their direction, gripping their guns tightly with itchy trigger fingers.

Luna took a moment to glance at the little fuzzle perched on her shoulder now known as Nova, she had decided on its name last night despite Imp's protests for a better one. Luna was just surprised when the guards didn't care at all about the fuzzle she was carrying around on her shoulder. She wasn't sure if the guards were just there to protect her, or prevent Luna from escaping (possibly both), she kept her head down they continued to march her down the dark corridors and past the other slaves.

After some time, she eventually passed Abe pushing the floor-waxer past them, she waved and Abe was about to wave back until he grimaced noticing the sligs guns and shyly walked away. Luna sighed, she felt like an ghost, not being noticed or acknowledged by anyone, and those who did notice her, wanted nothing to do with Luna.

(Later that day, just outside the boardroom...)

The blue modokon hummed happily to himself as he pushed the floor-waxer down the hallway, he'd been ordered to do overtime by the guards, he didn't mind of course. Through all his years as a slave, Abe had always been unusually optimistic and was well and truly desensitised to the whole butcher activities and death that went on in Rupture Farms, Abe treated this as normal and everyday occurrences of a slaves lifestyle.

He stopped to look at a poster advertising "Paramite pies" and rubbed his belly with envy, he'd only ever tried the delicious pies once, but that's something a slave never forgets. Deciding he'd stared at the poster long enough, Abe reluctantly resumed pushing the floor-waxer further down the hallway.

He then stopped at the poster for "Scrab cakes" taking a moment to reminisce about the time Luna had snuck some to him and his friends, Abe shook the thought away and moved on.

Abe shook his head in sorrow as he looked at the 'Meeche munchies" poster, they'd been discontinued on account of the meeches had gone extinct, "Its a shame, they were pretty tasty." He thought to himself, catching something at the corner of his eye, Abe looked up at the new poster labelled "New n tasty, coming soon", nobody had any idea what this new meat was, Abe couldn't shake his own curiosity on the subject.

Eyeing the light seeping out a nearby open door Abe tip-toed closer for a better look, peeking though the open door that lead to the rounded hallways surrounding the boardroom, there was a platform in the middle of the room with Molluck and some other glukkons he didn't recognise bickering to themselves as Molluck motioned to the screen opposite the door on the wall.

"What are we gonna do?" One glukkon in a green suit and a southern accent asked, "I oughta sell my share, I'm losing too much moolah!" Another replied that looked like a glukkon chump, in a purple tartan style suit.

Molluck remained calm as he took another puff of the cigar in his mouth, a slig guard at his side. "Watch." He said simply as everyone diverted their attentions to the screen, "You see, there's been an alternate sort of meat, right under our noses this whole time!" The slig addressed the crowd as Molluck watched the screen flick over to a diagram.

Abe gasped trembling all over as he gawked at the screen it was a diagram showing the meat cuts of modokons, that's right, they were going to butcher the very slaves they enforced for a quick profit. The next picture only disturbed Abe further as he saw the new product, they were called "Modokon pops" This new poster featured a severed modokon head with a stick going through the top.

As the glukkons and the one slig guard laughed manically to themselves, Abe backed away slowly, many things were going through his mind at once. Terror, betrayal, and most importantly the word escape, "I've got to get outta here, I just have to be free!" He shouted abandoning the floor-waxer and sprinting down the gangway, just as a camera lowered down and focused its view on his leaving image on its screen.

Alarms were blaring in his ears and brightly coloured red lights were blurring his vision as Abe dashed down the hallways, the mechanical legs of a slig weren't far behind him, "Halt!" He heard it shout, coming to a nearby trash shoot, Abe tucked in his legs and rolled in it, knowing the slig couldn't follow.

He found himself tumbling down the slope, hearing the gunshots and the sligs frustrated curses a short distance away, Abe landed with a hard thump on a metal platform that moved stock between gangways and zulags, two cages were at either side of him both containing live scrabs.

One of them pushed its head through the bars to inspect him, coming dangerously close, Abe could take in the full prowess and power of the scrab up close leaning against the other cage in an attempt to keep some distance from the creature.

He however momentarily forgot about the scrab in the other cage and jumped away as it snapped its jaws at him, he stumbled as the other tried to snatch him in its powerful beak, Abe lost his balance and fell off the platform...

(There's a good but predictable cliff-hanger if you've played the game, BTW I've played all the games, including "New n tasty" that's why the cut-scenes are kind of mixed up, the newer version of the game is alright, but I still love the classics. I didn't mind munches oddysee or strangers wrath either...:)

(PS, If you're enjoying this or have questions feel free to let me know, I like feedback but I'm not dependant on reviews to keep writing, happy reading and cya soon for the next chapter :P...