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The MINES :
TODAY the mines had changed. The interiors the workforce and of course mainly due to TECHNOLOGIES; SAFETY had also dramatically improved.
 The ancient tragedy of the mining that had blown out a whole volcano with thousands dead, was not forgotten, Deep surface probes above from space and surface ones below..
Before a drill bit or explosion ever occurred fed back the data to be assessed. ANY flaws or risks. the operation was terminated until more detailed testing could be carried out.
The native population those ugly creatures had been blamed. Along with some of theirs who had gone missing? The torches the pitchforks were out.
Driven to now hiding out from them. Trackers, employed to hunt them down, to feed back the necessary details to find them.
Terminate them as and when, with extreme caution. Using the trackers some who were ruthless killers, worked well. NOT of their race so they could not be blamed. 
Those things had found certain toxins they left on crops on surfaces where bare flesh touched absorbed it to send the one who was now poisoned, going slowly mad.
The insane running amok. Truth was the trait of a Berserker from Norse history. Luckily the only ones back then going berserk?
Were the trained killers who were getting bonuses for each one they brought the head of.
Heads that were put on display. Those who were causing problems with their so called conscience over the killings.. were silenced by those now viewing and the comments fuelled the hatred towards those things.
 The tunnels had been created by a race of beings who perfected the means to break through solid rock with ease.
The cutting tools were much much stronger than any of the ones they had. NONE, were allowed near them when they were doing the tunneling their machines, devices.
TO do so was to break the contract with them and they were quick to dispense their own justice; EXECUTION on the spot.
Adren was one of the ones who were allowed to have oversight with them re the mining operations. They got on well, she was treated by them with respect. Having perfected some of the cutting tools used on the gantries and gangways that allowed access to them below doing the cutting.
Trusting the work of others especially those who were not of their kind was not easy and they had made that clear from the off. Testing by simply facing you whilst they read your mind?
The quick glance a momentary shift of the eyes.. then “You’ll do. “ Going over their work schedules safety security and protocols observed. The work went ahead with little or no real problems.
 That was not even noticed by the one being read.
The benefits of having OLU around was knowing that ANY real dangers from gases, explosions other nasties were taken care of.
Experience was well worth the fees being charged
The commander of her forces, her engineers, mechanicals, robotics however was far less reciprocating than OLU..
NOLI was older but far more powerful and when the work was carried out in more hostile zones where even aa revolt by workers or slaves could happen .
That did NOT happen. Those sharp razor claws that could peel skin in thin layers lets say skinning alive might spring to mind and it did happen when a slave revolt occurred.
The odds were 100 to one? As an example the body of a hostile was skinned alive and the still alive body was strung up for the slaves, to know who their master was.. their masters were.
 The revolt was soon over.
NOW cats were a delicacy.. for that race and Bumper was Adren’s almost constant companion.
High up overlooking the lurkers (raits rats) not exactly a concern to him! (more of a lazy do as little as possible.)
HOWEVER the nearest scent of a gas.. toxic, poisonous ?
It would soon attract her attention by digging its claws into her making her howl..
Learning to take notice she never ignored that. That morning she had been on the receiving end of those claws.
Coming up at some speed from the main mining complex. Screaming at her as she felt the claws of Bumper digging in..
Some distance between her and OLU with FOO close behind. The tunnel lit up like a searchlight. Dammit Bumper that was a hot one she squeals.
Will be a while before we go back in there. After OLU gives us the all clear. Luckily they, wear flash protection gear.
.Clinging to her shoulder Bumper was staring ahead distracted by the shape of Lurker claws into the cloak hanging on for its life..
Claws out and hanging on draped against it and shifting up and down like some crest of a wave.. a lurker.. a big fat LURKER.. YOU been putting on weight Bumper..
have I got to put you on another diet.
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