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got bored and made up a story.

Part 1: The factory.
It was hot in the smeltery, as usual. Sparks flew up as a welder made iron frames. For what they were meant, the welder didn't know. He wondered if he would ever be out of this hell hole. He was captured as a 12 year old kid while Enforcers caught him running an errand for a Goliath. They sold him to the Guilders, who in their turn sold him off to the owner of a smeltery. The Smeltery was owned by House Orlock. He was part of a large group of slaves. They were lucky their masters hadn't "improved" them with mechanical implants. The welder heard stories of other factories where they would chop someone's arm of and fit a mechanical welding tool. The boy became a man and he was now 29. still working himself to ruin, so that some gang lord could live in luxury.
He felt an electrical shock running through his body. He spasmed before dropping his welding tool.
"Oi, you ain't getting a break yet, you only got one 5 hours ago!" "If you ain't finish that frame, you's not getting any water tonight!"
A slaver had shot him with his taser. It was Baig, the factory "social worker". He was there to see to the "needs" of the "worker".
"what are you waiting for, your mother coming to pick you up!?" yelled Baig again. "Keep welding, Ghast!"
Soric Ghast looked up in his slaver's eyes with a vengeful expression.


Well, that was all for now. Hope you enjoyed it. C&C welcome.
more to come.

"Get that look of your face,Ghast!" Baig urged.
but still Soric kept looking at him that way. Baig got tired of it and Baig hit Soric with his whip. Something in Soric snapped. In an uncontrollable urge Soric took up the metal bar he was welding and gave it a good swing. The bar made contact with Baig's forehead. Baig fell backwards, blood flushing out of the wound.
"Is he dead?" thought Soric. "It WAS a good swing"
the alarms went on. 2 more slavers came running down the stairs towards Soric. Faran, one of soric's closest friends, tackled one of them and the other fell over the 1st.
"Now is the time, Uprising!" Yelled Faran.
four more workers came running from their cots. Poder,Boutkin, Stoop, and Fapo came to aid Faran and Soric. Soric took another glance at Baig. He wasn't moving anymore. Blood run freely out of the gash in his forehead. Faran took a knife which he hid in his sleeve. he stabbed the 2 downed Orlocks. they had planned this revolt for 3 weeks. The guards suspected something was going to happen, and so killed 8 slaves and captured another 3 who they were holding in the office of the overseer.
"catch!" Faran yelled at Soric.
Faran threw the blooded knife with which he killed 2 guards with.
"make sure Baig is dead".
Soric kneeled over Baig. He wasn't dead, Soric could feel his pulse. Slowly, but surely Soric drove the knife through Baig's throat.
At the mean time 2 more guards were rushing to the revolting slaves. They stopped on the walkway, aiming at the men who were killing their comrades. They shot, one of the shots went wide but the other one blew Fapo's head away. they were shooting with autoguns.
"Take cover!" Soric told his comrades.

Im gripped

thanks. more will come.

they all dived behind half finished frames or work desks. The Autogun fire was raking their cover.
"What now?" asked Stoop.
Soric was quite for a while, thinking.
"Boss what do we do?" urged Boutkin.
"Grab those bodies and use the a s shields while we move up the stairs".
They dragged the bodies back into cover, looking for firearms. They only got 2 knifes and a taser with them. Useless.
"We need guns." Poder decided.
"they keep their guns within the overseers office." Faran replied.
the last bullets raked the air and clanked on the iron frames.
"Now' They are reloading!" commanded Soric.
They took the bodies of the stabbed Orlock guards and used them as shields while they were clambering up the stairs. The tactic worked. Most of the bullets were caught by the dead guards. But somehow one bullet came past their defense and and blew 2 of Poder's fingers off. he screamed in pain and loosened his grip on 1 body. The body fell sideways over the railing, back down.
"doesn't matter. we are almost at the top. Just 7 more steps and we are on top of them." Soric comforted himself.

This is.....EPIC!Slave upriseing ftw.

thank you Grambo.

Yeah np,i just cant wait for more.

I'll add some more one day in the holidays

more!

"7 more steps" Soric comforted himself.
"6."
"5."
...
the bodies were almost shred apart from the gunfire.
...
"1."
The revoting slaves tossed the bodies towards the shooting guards. 1 guard managed to duck away, but the other one was thrown on his back by the weight. The 1 guard left standing shot his last rounds towards Poder. Poder flew backwards, a big hole in his chest. Soric knew he was dead. The guard tossed away his autogun, it's ammo spent, and drew his machete. The guard raised his weapon ready to chop Stoop's arm of. Faran threw his knife at the guard. The knife went straight trough eye. The guard slumped to to the ground. Soric and Stoop stabbed the fallen guard, still struggling under the weight of his fallen comrade. They stabbed and they stabbed until they both were splattered with blood and they knew he was dead. Soric and Stoop got back up.
"Time to pay the overseer a visit." said Soric with a grim face.

This is awesome dude shame there ain't more of it :(

haha you revived my thread. Might add some more soon.