The old radio on the stand was playing a commercial, " Hat Industries promises that the scales and fangs you see here are collected willingly from nagas, in exchange for safety against the many predators,
After death, the scales and fangs of these lovely beings are collected, washed, and sold across Felarya.
Remember, that scale armor was most likely manufactured in one of our many workshops!"
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Meanwhile...
" Collection team 5 reporting to base, collection team 5 reporting to base, we have located a naga, looks to be..." *shuffling is heard* "... 30 feet tall, orders?"
"Base to Collection team 5, use the stun-gun tripod unit, signal for transport after target is pacified"
The Grey coated man withdrew his hand from his headset,
There were 6 men in collection team 5, a standard unit: 2 gunmen, a "specialist" and 3 engineers.
The engineers moved their way up to the front, and began setting up the tripod.
They set down the legs, with silently rooted itself to the ground, before the base and the gun itself was attached.
"200 yards away, aim for the neck. 3000 watts should do it."
" load gun....set targeting....fire!"
The peaceful birds singing was interrupted by a loud
Zap and a small yelp of pain.
The naga didn't know what hit her, she was busy resting after a nice catch of nekos that wandered to her den, when a click awoke her, she barely had time to spot the humans before a horrible shock overcame her.
A grey coated man confidently walked over to her,
Fool, Ill eat him for doing this to me!However, the naga couldn't move, and the look of confusion on her face made the human smile.
"There there, Ill help you catch some rest, just take a good whiff of this..." The man produced a small orange plant, and a metallic object. A small burst of flames came out of the metallic object, and soon the scent of the strange weed invaded her nose.
Then all at once she gasped, twitched, and shivered as her nervous system was failing.....
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"Collection team 5 to base, target has been pacified, orders are to relocate subject to base?"
"Affirmative, be wary, hostile teams belonging to rival private armies are approaching you area."
"Right, loading subject into rover now, see you back at base Robert."
" See you later, FATMAN."
End of Scales,
What do you guys think? I know this story is a little grey, but not all of these stories are showing Hat Industries bad intentions, they are also trying to help the human and neko populations survive by setting up outposts in villages, the outposts selling exotic weapons and goods.
This will be covered in the second story.