The tribe of native Mudokons was busy at work. The hero Abe had returned from an expedition involving a Gabbit a week before, and was taking a nice, long rest. The rest of the tribe was divided among building a rehab for those who had been brew-addicts, building a statue for their late queen, and helping Casey adjust to being in labor.

For the most part, she was moody and most everyone was afraid of her – except Vula. She and Vula had become inseparable. Vula had become her eyes and ears for the world outside. She, Tom, and Varg often went long distances outside the tribe to negotiate treaties between other species and scout the terrain.

Their most important treaty involved the Industrials. They understood that the world was changing, and a pact had been made under rather forced conditions. The remaining Industrial facilities employing Mudokons were required to pay them, and for every accident they had to pay a special stipend. Soon it became rather troublesome to employ them, and so the amount employed was next to none. They were to be given rights and slowly, but surely, they were given them.

The Industrials were watched like hawks. Gradually, they moved on to employing other species and the Mudokon percentage became very small.

Drog and Grob eventually befriended one another and opened up a business partnership in Jarlonia. It was focused on slog breeding and Suzy had become their first slog queen as well as their mascot. The slogs she produced were then hand-raised by the locals and gradually, their sadism and violence became minimal – at least, in Suzy’s strain. They sold the sloggies to tourists. Eventually the Valet slig himself settled in Jarlonia and opened up his own entertainment joint, using many of Suzy’s sloggies as part of his act.

The city had opened up and a path was eventually constructed from the mountains. Soon the city had fishing as a major industry and sold to various locations. Tales of Gabbits became more frequent, but were rarely ever seen.

General Dripik was hardly heard from again. The world became whole again, and the dying race of Mudokons managed to cling to life once more, hope driving them on and on by a legacy of heroes, both large and small.

The End.

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A/N: And that's a wrap! This is the first fanfic I've EVER completely finished and I'm so happy. I put a lot of work into this, so if you made it this far and you aren't half-asleep in a puddle of your own drool or readying a magnum, please review this story. You don't have to say anything positive if you don't want to - I just want to know that people are reading this. Please tell me what you thought of it - no matter what it was or how I could improve. And uh, tell your friends. ;) Anyway, thank you so much if you did read it, you guys rock.