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Chief Guard Flegm

Flegm sighed dejectedly as he completed yet another turn around the sentry cat walk that encircled the upper wall of the inner courtyard. The Thicket base was impossible to breach, as evidenced by the bleached and dried out bones littering the jungles and swamps that encircled the structure.

 

He never got any action.

 

A keening wail drifting across the tepid air caught his attention and he powered up his binoculars to take a look toward at the western perimeter of the outer defenses; a dire boar had gotten its leg caught in a section of the round razor wire encircling the property, and the beast would not shut up. Flegm only had to wait a few minutes until another predator of the swamp world responded to the cries – a dire spider. The spider wasted no time in dispatching the boar creature, itslong fangs piercing the hide of the pig like creature and pumping it full of toxic venom.

 

Flegm had purposely waited for another, larger predator to appear. Why waste two bullets when one will do? The yellow skinned Boganary guard brought his antique projectile rifle up into a firing position, rested the stock against his shoulder, and then squeezed off a shot. The bullet struck the spider square on through one of its many eyes, sending green brain matter spewing out of the side of its stunted head; the eight legged thing was dead before it hit the ground.

 

He turned his attention toward his two companions, Spitz and Sputz, and smirked. “Looks like I got the Clan meat for dinner and some new skins for clothing. We can also use that fang walker’s venom to replenish the venom darts and projectile toxin bullets. Take the transport flitter out and haul both carcasses back here. The Auntie Wort will be pleased with this month’s supplies, especially since they practically fell on our doorstep and we didn’t have to send out any patrols to scout for the supplies.”

 

The two younger and green skinned Boganary had been waiting patiently on the ground below the senior guard’s perch for their orders, and now they both immediately jumped into action. There was a brief shoving and tussle match between the two junior guards while they both figured out who would get to drive the flitter, of which Sputz won. Soon, the hover flitter had been powered up and exited the compound through the massive double steel doors inset into the wall encircling the base proper. Flegm watched the flitter make its way through the secondary and outer perimeters for a while, before continuing his sentry duties around the courtyard cat walk.

 

He sighed again to himself. Chief Guard. What a complete joke. If it wasn’t for the Auntie Wort’s stupid son, Flegm would be better off. As a senior cousin, he had direct access to the leadership of this Clan. But, the Wort son blocked his path to power. So what if he had returned with all those medical supplies from that Excaelyburr space ship? So what if he had brought back that pink baby thing as a prize? Auntie Wort would realize in time that Flegm was a Boganary to be reckoned with.

 

He just needed to make a good deal … make some good trade. Then maybe one day He’d be in charge of the Wort Clan. This Clan was holding him back … maybe another clan would pay him what he was worth, and he’d be involved in all the clan stories about the exploits the Chief Raiders went on and participated in. That was where the real action and loot was, with the raiding parties. Not here on the swamp world guarding the compound. Flegm again stopped his patrol walk long enough to raise the binoculars to his beady little and rheumy eyes, focusing the visual scanner beam on another section of the outlying swamps and jungles. He really didn’t expect to see anything of interest though. Nothing interesting ever happened here at the planetary base.

 

No one could breach the Thicket compound. Getting past all the space eddy whirlies that surrounded the planet itself was hard enough. And even if a crew of space raiders managed to make planet fall on the surface, they had the swamps, jungles and spiders and boars to deal with. The radiation was also a problem. The Boganary thrived on it, but most other species could not stand to be exposed to the radiated atmosphere for a long period of time. And if a raiding party didn’t die of the venom punctures from the dire spiders, then they had the land mines and razor wire surrounding the compound base to deal with.

 

A malicious grin spread across the chief guards Goblin like features as his binocular sensors panned over the outer perimeter; the forgotten bones of hapless adventurers were spread our even thicker on this side of the compound.

 

It was impossible to breach the Wort Compound.

 

Suddenly, the distant echo retort of one of the perimeter mines detonating interrupted the inner thoughts of the senior cousin and guard.

 

Flegm sighed again. “Those two idiots set off one of the pepper nail mines again … “

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