Galactic Prison: Pegasus

[TaintedHeart]

"That's the joy of Piratcy...no rules, no boundaries...the entire world and stars beyond at your grasp. I'm not sure where I've be heading, where ever I could get to most likely." Kila stood finally, walking slowly toward the barriers and side glancing to Carver before pointing upward.

"There's a slit in the roof of this, the weakest part of the barrier field. It's the generator. There's only one thing that can knock those off balance, without being pinned to the ground at an odd angle, having an electric pulse strong enough to blow you through the gravity field, or having your ear drums explode due to the sense of radio waves of the third barrier...lucky for me, I've had experience." She rose a thin hand, just barely letting her fingers shift over the edge of where she was, and the gravity barrier. She smirked somewhat before turning away from it.

"But I've got to finish up the rest of this plan, before I can get around to that." She turned, moving back to that hard white bed and sliding the blood stained pants down the rest of her more than obviously slender frame, she sat cross legged yet again on the bed. Those idiots would be back, hopefully, with something that wasn't tainted in someone...something else's blood. It was almost astounding how Kila had mustered enough strength to nearly rip away the Piorc's life, looking light, and nearly harmless in herself. But she was brains, beauty, and balistic power all rolled into one. Her insanity was easily underestimated...those who really knew Kila weren't normally around anymore to tell just how crazy. But then again, she was a Pirate.

"Maybe tomorrow might be a bit more eventful...and maybe we might get the chance to make some new friends...sounds wonderful.." Kila leaned back yet again, her gaze peircing the roof of the room, those cold, steel-blue eyes watching the white, clean tiles. Yes, she had a feeling the pair of them in any group activity, with the other aliens around, would be the most taunted, most looked down upon...but then again, that was the Piorc's largest mistake, wasn't it?

 

[Adapt]

Seplin

He was a massive man, nearly seven feet tall, he was one of the perfects, a vat human, no family but the war college, was made to fight in the Crezzim campaign, serving for the Grefi Liberation Front, after the liberation of Pefect on Liberass, New Earth adopted a new policy of a non-partisans agreement groups, bringing countless new races into its fold, upping black market sales buy nearly four thousand percent, criminal activity up nearly two hundred and syndicate from prisons nearly seven thousand, numbers two high for one group to handle, he was but a pawn of the most powerful of these individuals.

He got up from his seat as he received orders

Seplin continued down the tunnel, the escort team all the same height as he; he came to the central head of the prison system…

He took his fingers to his card, sliding it down the access panel and presented his orders to the guard, the guard nodded and handed back the holo-pad.

Seplin started down the cell block and came to another node of security, the guards open the sliders and the gravity could be felt now, soon his suit adjusting to the heavy pattern and he continued, down the cell block…

“Look at these creatures, pitiful, Zemerian, Tasskis, Foberin, all, worthless” he shook his head, as he inhaled his words and continued down the block, his digits rolling around the hilt of his weapon, pulling and coming to cell block A4 at E Wing, people knew who these men were, and a good portion of the time, is was to escort prisoners back to the free world, but… other times, it was to clean the system, make people forgettable.

He stepped in front of the cell, the half breed Zemerian and human stood, he was a lithe creature and beamed of a working smile, the gravity no doubt taking its toll on him, the barrier disappeared and the man approached, the arrogant stepped out.

“Its about time, took you bastards all the time in the freakin world to get your shiny asses down here to get me out…” the Zem sneered.

“Prisoner 22364 you have been found accountable of 30 accounts of fraud, 26 accounts of Identify swapping, and 14 accounts of genocide, these are but a couple of your transgression, I have been sent to purge you from the system, and all your records will be stricken…” the Zem’s eyes widened as the weapon came up and a dull whine before the weapon discharged and took half the face of the man.

“Lets move on” He walked down to the second cell, the barrier went down…

“Please, no…don’t…” the next prisoner was a full Zemerian, curled in the corner, after hear the commotion from the adjacent cell…

“I take it I don’t need to repeat your sheet?” as he raised the weapon and discharged it once, the cell was quiet once more…

He came down the line, the facility cleaners following behind to clear out the cells…

Commotion bursts down the cell block.

“Silence, you all should be happy, all extra rations that were allocated to these men are now going to… “ They never ceased their chore of dull speech and yelling, he finally stopped in front of a cell.

“Interesting, two…humans…? I take it…?” he lowered the barrier, not bothering to up the gravity as he entered, he dropped a good portion of extra portions from the other cells into this one, looking at the two, he turned and started out of the cell, his armored form looking over to the block supervisor, then the bock manager…

“A female… This is a human female, why is a human female, no, any human doing in this complex, was the order marked, cleared, what…?” he gestured in slight confusion…

“Non perfects carry vessels of disease and viruses, these are pures I take it” shaking his head as the two lowered their head slightly, his fingers moving to his helmet and pressing his thumb and middle finger against the chin part, lifting the guard from his cheeks, a sea of deep sapphire eyes looked back at the two, the mask moving in unity with the upper mask, he was defiantly a perfect, one of the vat grown humans, holstering his weapon he stepped out from the cell…

“Well, it seems there has been a policy change for this installation” shaking his head slightly, he continued on his rounds…

OOC: Hope you dont mind.

 

[TaintedHeart]

::OOC-that's awesome! great to have you here Adapt, I don't mind at all! i'll just wait for Geryon to catch up before I post.::

 

[Adapt]

OOC- of course, no problem, glad to be aboard.

 

[Geryon]

Carver didn't bother to hide his glances as Kila's pants slid away from her perfect body. She was right, there was no point in playing with the barriers now. He satisfied himself with stretching out on his bed yet again, rolling the concept of space piracy around in his head. Seeing far off worlds, away from the grim spectacle of seared Old Earth; somewhere with real cities, real people. An image of a giant steel cityscape projected itself in his mind. Hundreds of thousands of people, all together. Millions, maybe. It would certainly be a trick to destroy something like that. He thought he could do it. People were scared, he knew that for a fact. Scared of what they didn't know, scared of everything. Fear was his friend. A city, paralyzed by terror, as his very own starship blasted through throngs of screaming people...

His fantasy was interrupted by the arrival of a very tall man in a very shiny outfit.

Carver sprang up once more, expecting to be set upon by a number of men a great deal more sharply armed than he himself was. This man simply lifted his visor-like affair and muttered to himself. Carver wondered if he wasn't the craziest person in the room anymore. In a decision that was uncharacteristically sensible, Carver told himself that with a full squad of men, each a deal taller than himself, one could afford to be a little insane. The shiny men moved on, followed by an anxious-looking entourage of creatures dressed similar to those who had cleaned up the mess with the Piorc. Wondering whether it was worth it at all, Carver again dropped onto his bed, hoping he could remain there for a while, this time.

"Any idea who they were?" he asked, looking over at Kila, who was cross-legged on her own pallet. Before long Carver was back to his fantasizing, but the slim pirate kept invading his thoughts of terror and destruction. Finally he conceded to allow her to aid him in reducing some small colonies to dust. Hoverbikes, this time, screaming through crowded streets lit by great gouts of flame erupting across the city...

OOC: welcome to the party, Adapt

 

[TaintedHeart]

"You see his size, how tall he is and all? He's not just some every day other human like the one's of New Earth, you know, like the Senetors and Councilors of the Republic, nope. That, my friend, is what you call a 'Robot', the street name for them at least. Some sort of war types or another, for once something I don't know much about. Mainly because I never thought I'd have to even see one of them...odd, how the tables turn with the smallest mistakes on the outside world."

"You won't find him like some push over, and I don't want to try my luck. Word gets around in the Pirate ship stops, those who actually made it out of Pegasus. I don't think he's here just to run security rounds, this place is so locked down, up here in the highest wing at least, that they don't need security guards. So he's probably here to take out the trash..." She said with the non chalant air, not shifting the smallest bit as the horribly tall, and no doubt challenging looking human entered. The girl's small, no doubt agile, simple sock covered feet shifted just a bit as she switched the upper leg to a down position, crossing the other over and waving about her foot carelessly.

Kila thought nothing of it. Either she was foolish, or incredibly smooth, or like much of her, a mixture of both, there wasn't the slightest tensed muscle in the girl. Despite the fact that she was already imagining the easiet ways to get rid of the man...something fun, perhaps leaving him in portions, or twisted around something so horribly that it would take much too long to get him lose, like the propellers of the cooling system that circulated the cold around the station.

"I don't think they'll be too keen on having me taken out, or you either, for that fact, that easily. Sure, there's probably some more humans here, on the A level most likely. Compliments of being an endangered species....knock us around as much as they want, but probably not likely to kill us. Seven years of Pegasus and I think they'll be too busy throwing challenges toward Pegasus' first female prisoner to sign the papers for a 'release'." She turned her head up now as the men walked through, laying still as the gravity was increased to a unmoveable length, one of the men entering to take with the blood stained pants. Kila ignored completely the food that had been set out for them, growling sternly, in a very much commanding voice toward the small raced Verninian, a small, mouse-like human creature with the ears of a rodent, occasionally a tail to go along with it, dressed no doubt in that same anti gravity uniform. She could tell, even through the dark helment he wore, that he was, the way he flinched when she spoke.

"Why don't you scum hurry it up and get me something to wear, not that I'm complaining or anything..." She hissed toward him, watching as he snagged the blood stained pants and hurried off. She shook her head, rolling soundlessly onto her stomach, her hair falling over one shoulder as she laced her fingers together, still left in the prison provided white undergarments they'd had her change into Well, at least it wasn't some other garbage.

 

[Geryon]

"You won't find him like some push over, and I don't want to try my luck. Word gets around in the Pirate ship stops, those who actually made it out of Pegasus..."

The rest of Kila's words still registered, they all made their point somewhere in the dark recesses of Carver's mind, but at the words "those who actually made it out," he began thinking down a whole different track.

Some had made it out? So far it didn't seem possible, but there it was. Sure, maybe stories get told and retold until they've become too exaggerated for any sense, but this was at least a glimmer of hope at the end of a seemingly endless, dark tunnel.

Carver rolled onto his side, and rested his head on his hand. He finally acknowledged the bloodsoaked pants he still wore with a slight grunt. No matter, his mind was elsewhere now.

"People shoudn't enjoy it as much as we do, the killing, I mean." Carver let a tiny smile touch his lips, partly from his comment, and partly because he let his eyes play over Kila's bared form, stretched across her bed. "What's it like? The Rims, beyond New Earth. Other worlds... the rest of the galaxy, you know. This is my first time off Old Earth. I was born there, I think. Sometimes I've wondered what it would be like to see someplace new... Old Earth wasn't the most interesting landscape in the universe." His eyes trailed back up to Kila's face, resting lightly on laced fingers. A touch of... hope, maybe? touched the backs of his eyes, buried beneath the mad intesnsity of his gaze.

 

[TaintedHeart]

"It's amazing...there are even other humans, the very first who left Earth in general, off in the most distant galaxy, Andromeda. It's the closest area I know that has life. Some of the planets are amazing, the creatures who live there with massive structures, odd life forms and weapons and items. They die like everything else does though...and I've even seen some, those that follow much of Earth's pattern of old life. The land is free and natural, untouched as a good number of the creatures there alone are capable of causing worlds of havoc. Something The System can't get their grimy hands on, or force people out of."

"There are stations, like the Celt Crescent Moon just outside of Padion, that Earth-ish planet, and Section 15, the station of the Intergalaxy Police Force. Celt Crescent is the largest, most active of the stations, they still use airborn ships, as in water made boats instead of the more modern, cruisers, battle ships, the words. Varvados is the planet I've seen the most humans on...though that planet is ruled by an alien race, Minuvians. Damned brutes are bigger, and hell of a lot stronger than the humans, so if you aren't high in status, your practically their slaves there...Some of the planets you run into, the creatures there might even see you as some sort of god. It's great...if I had been smart I would have kept there in Celt Crescent, but that damned System set me up after I left my first hand in command of the fleet."

Kila closed her eyes as she explained. Yes, perhaps back then, once she'd lost her mother, and her father in turn, in the orphanage, shot her interest toward stars...and destruction. She'd never had quite a clear sense of mind, even when she was a child. But that feminine charm and drawing sense of adventure, freedom was what got her how far she had been, and would get her even further.

"It's always been interesting...to travel to different worlds in general, and meet new...different people." Different screams, different laughs...oh, it's all so captivating, it's no wonder I'm a pirate. All the pleasure you could want right out there...well, almost.. Those thoughts brought a smile to her lips. She shifted, just lightly to raise her arms to push herself gracefully to a raise, standing and walking with that same delicatcy to the barrier.

"I'll never get that freedom if I don't get out of this hell hole. Your welcome to join me in getting out of here...this plan should be done by tomorrow the least." Her eyes unfocused on Carver to focus now on that barrier. Crossing her arms across her more than eye catching chest, carefully memorizing the spots where she should place the magnets, she watched. Yes...this would be interesting. Very interesting.

 

[Adapt]

He hummed to himself, tapping his fingers across the holo-pad, sighing to himself as he read over the reports of the day…

“Impressive, two escape attempts today, great” he shook his head, interested now on this female that was brought aboard the complex…

“Hmmm, A pirate, a Human female pirate, wow, I am most defiantly impressed, 47 accounts of illegal weapons, 256 accounts of stolen ships, over 7000 of stolen goods, 365 accounts of murder, 21 accounts of genocide, evasion of authorities… shut down an entire system of intergalactic trading!” chuckling to himself…

“I am wondering how she got caught now…” his eyes widening slightly…

“There are over 60 pages for her sheet!” he had never encountered such a high profile criminal, here he thought she was a drifter pirate, but no, with over 47 outstanding warrants posted on here, she was no piss driver spice pirate.

He found himself thinking of her now, he was still human after all, enjoyments of flesh still lingered in his mind, but for a inmate…

He shook the thought and continued his work, filing the necessary paperwork and preparing for the sweep of D wing…

Stepping out of his office he informed his men…

“Lock and load, we clear out D wing today…” he grinned and allowed his helmet to glide into place…

 

[Geryon]

The smoldering ember of hope began to glow brighter and brighter deep inside Carver. Far off worlds... travelling the stars... how he wished to be free of the planetary constraints he had borne all his life! First to Old Earth, now to Pegasus. The gravity was almost symbolic here. He could have tried now, tried crashing through the barrier and breaking for the hangars. He would have failed, he knew that, but it was not such a bad way to die. But... he did want to see the Celt Crescent Moon...

Carver was distracted from his thoughts of escape by Kila crossing the room to the barrier. He flipped onto his back to watch her as she continued her rhetoric, but found it difficult to keep his eyes away from her ample chest, somehow emphasized by the pressure of her arms. After a few moments of internal struggle, he resigned himself to yet again taking in the woman's tantalizing curves.

"What, if I may ask," Carver started, "exactly IS your devious little plan of escape?" He stood, and tramped, barefoot, over to stand next to Kila. At least this close he might be able to keep his gaze elsewhere. His eyes now skittered up the invisible wall to the thin generator strip across the top of the doorway. "If you can get this barrier down, all you'll have to do afterwards is point. " The doorway seemed so empty. Carver wanted nothing more than to bolt through that bare portal, his muscles tensed, coiled like a spring. His mad stare trailed off down the hall, imagining the hangars just beyond the wide set of double doors. Just beyond those doors, he knew, was his freedom.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Kila smiled, a devious little thing. It would require getting her hands on a weapon, though the girl's agility wasn't even matched by the fastest alien she'd seen. Her speed was top knotch for her kind, but that agility was just something untouchable. Turning around lightly, away from the camera, she shifted that dark hair over her shoulder.

"You see the tattoo there, right? The silver jewels tattooed on are oddly shiny...it's not all just ink..." She smirked, lowering her hair. The indetectable, illegal, in face, jewels had been specifically installed, in case this type of situation drew up. There were so many posibilities that those Noagron Magnets could open up for her. But in such an open invironment, she'd have to be careful. Turning now, walking right back to that bed she sat down once more and looked over to him.

"These are Noagron Magnets. One of the most deadly substances in the world. They are activated, and any magnet in general could very easily break a gravity, electrical or radio barrier. I'm countiny on the five I've got to come true for me. But then I'll have to get past the guards, the electric fenses, and if anything, try and steal one of the ships. Something hard to do on your own...A good diversion would help. If you place these magnets opposite of each other, they will go through anything in the opposite direction of each other, in that same pattern, I've yet to find out how far they will actually go. Like I said, it's still sketchy, and I might have to be resourceful once out of this damned cell...especially since we know who's running sweeps around here.." A failed attempt of escape could be the worst thing possible. But the Pirate was centered on getting out. No matter what. If she failed, she'd try again, and again and again until she got out of there. Her voice had been kept low, her back pressed to the white wall behind her, pulling her knees skillfully up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them to rest her head on her knees.

"I might have to try as hard as I can to get information, what time drop shuttles arrive, or supply ships leave and enter Pegasus. Then I can plan further. But for now, I'll be aiming to keep a...er...low, for lack of a better word, profile." By low, of course, Kila ment only killing the one's that presumed a major threat. All the little one's she'd just torture a little.

 

[Geryon]

Suddenly, the barrier between Carver and his freedom was so much thinner. The invisible wall keeping him in this cell was all but disintegrated with Kila's magnets, making his desire to escape almost unbearable. With this new tool at their... well, her disposal, that escape was seeming more and more a realistic possibility.

"But..." Carver began, turning away from the gravity field, "how are we going to arm ourselves? It would probably come to fighting no matter how we plan to escape, with all the surveillance in here. The only way I can think to get weapons is to jump a few guards, but they have antigravity suits, and the rest of the building can be locked downwith the Grav fields. I don't think those tiny magnets, no matter how strong, can shut down the entire compound from here..."

Carver was fairly confident he could outfight the guards in this place, maybe not all at once, but long enough to secure transport. An army of those... Robots, though, looked like they might be a bit more challenging. In either case, he needed a gun.

"How long before you think we can do it?" Hope and eagerness weighed heavily in his voice, and he sat heavily on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor.

 

[TaintedHeart]

((Waiting for Adapt..))

 

[Adapt]

OOC: Sorry didnt relaize you were waiting for me.

Sighing to himself he made his way back down the block, himself and two men, a step behind himself, soon making way back to E wing…

Coming back to the cell that held the humans, he stepped through the barrier, his polarized suit shifting the field behind him as he entered…

It was good to see others, even if sub humans of his own kind…

Looking back and forth between the two he smiled under his helmet as he unlatched the lower piece, it all started to glide apart…

“Well, there has been a shift in duty management today, one of you will be the beating dummy of training exercises today, you will get an extra ration of food and your body will be escorted back to the cell at the end of the exercise… I will allow you two the honor of which to go first… because invariably, both of you will be apart of the exercise.”

He shimmered a smile and awaited their response.

 

[Geryon]

At least beating dummy was something Carver would be good at. He didn't like this "Robot." There was just something unnerving about a person with no parents. Granted, Carver wasn't exactly sure who his own parents were, but Old Earth didn't exactly have the facilities for cloning. Or bioengineering. From the beginning Carver had suffered no illusions as to whether Kila would also be a part of this "excercise," but even when the masked 'man' told them straight out they would both be involved, he would be damned if she got her beating first. While he cowered here like an animal. Oh yes, he would go take his beating. He would survive, most likely. However, he was unsure whether he would rather let Kila go first than go quietly, himself. This would probably be messy.

Carver stood up, took a pace to the centre of the room, and pulled his arms together behind his back, stretching.

"Alright," he said in a quiet, gravelly voice, "I know your friends are waiting outside. Bring them in here so we can get started. Then maybe you can haul me off to your little excercise." He managed to flash a small wink at Kila as he shifted his weight.

 

[TaintedHeart]

The hell with that idea. From the very beginning, Kila was right in the mood to tell him to shove the thought of becomming someone's punching bag up his ass and go find another thing in there to beat on...like that Piorc. Hell, it had worked well for them. She passed a glance to Carver, partially knowing her'd probably want to be first. Well, she knew for one thing, she certainly wasn't going to go quietly. And she certainly wasn't going how she was. The thought of being the way she was in front of who knew what was also a bit annoying. 'The damn service around here stinks...hell, you can't beat the life out of someone and get a new set of clothes, pathetic...' As if it was actually a five star sky hotel or something. This was, after all, prison. She didn't expect everything to meet quota. Hopefully those assholes might be back before it was her turn to be a beating dummy. Oh joy, the rapture was killing her.

She watched as he stood, from that position, her arms still wrapped around her knees as she watched, head rested there, that hair falling over one shoulder. Innocent danger, it was funny how many idiots got it into their head to underestimate her.

She listened with a growing smirk as he spoke. Now this would be interesting, fighting against three of them? Well, she certainly hadn't expected him to go all quiet. And though she was rather prepared to go ahead and say 'Oh no you don't, if anyone's being the first punching bag it'll be me.' But she watched, prepared to jump in and help if it looked like it was getting too difficult for him, catching that wink be passed to her as she remained quiet.

 

[Geryon]

OOC: Have we lost Adapt?

 

[Adapt]

No, I'm so sorry, my family is planning a move and I had to break up with my girlfriend, as you can imagine, this whole experince is quite painful, you'll have to pass by me for a couple of posts, please, forgive me.

 

[TaintedHeart]

::OOC-oh, Adapt! that's horrible, don't worry about it. your stuff is more important than the role play, jump back in when your ready alright?::

 

[Geryon]

OOC: No problem dude, take your time. I think we all know how breakups can be. Oh, and sorry I was away for the past week. Real life shit, you know. Anyways, I'm back now.

 

[Geryon]

Carver walked, only a bit shakily, down the twisting and turning bleached-white halls of the compound, led by a number of armed men that any onlooker would have assumed unnecessarily high. The original six guards who had originally arrived to haul him off to his torture had probably thought they would be more than enough. That was, of course, before Carver had nearly killed four of them. Their frantic calls for backup still amused him. Right now there were four men on gurneys being carted away to the medical wing with broken arms, cracked ribs, shattered faces and very bruised egoes. This also amused Carver, even as the grim procession reached a wide set of doors that led to the training area.

The room was large, with padded floors and a high-vaulted ceiling. A number of people in gray sweatsuits were sparring, lifting weights, or otherwise excercising at a number of stations set around the perimeter of the room. The centre was clear though, with a large white square painted on the blue floor mats. A group of sweaty organisms, some possibly human, stood chatting animatedly amongst themselves on the far side of that square. His guards ushered Carver out into the clearing to face the group. Slowly, one by one, they realized he was there and fell silent. Not very disciplined, Carver thought. He hoped, not so much for their safety as for his own enjoyment, that they were not trainees. His hopes were not high, though.

One scruffy man stepped forward into the square with Carver, smiling ingratiatingly.

The following silence was disturbed only by the man's screams as he was hauled off down a connecting corridor. The eyes of the other men followed the bloody smear across the floor and out the door before returning to Carver, standing calmly in the centre of the square. Some fidgeted uncomfortably. A few sharp words from an instructor informed the men that this is what they would contend with every day as Pegasus guards, but that no matter how alien their charge appeared, he could always be brought down with the proper application of force. A nearby cabinet unlocked and slid open of its own accord, revealing rows of shiny batons, which the new recruits hastily armed themselves with. Under the scrutiny of their instructor and the veteran guards that had accompanied Carver, the trainees proceeded to conduct a number of training excercises with him as their subject. Needless to say, a small fraction of those recruits walked away at the end of the session; even fewer walked away unharmed.

Several minuted later, Carver's bruised and bloody body was flung onto his cell bed, a clean set of clothes and boots placed on the floor beneath it. He was barely conscious, and drifted off into sleep moments after his escorts left the room.

 

[Geryon]

OOC: This one has been down for a while, but I'll give it a bump in the hopes that TaintedHeart or someone else will pick it back up...

 

[Adapt]

Finally, Finally I am back, -sighs- its been to long, I will be looking forward to yours and Tainted's post, i have been for this thread for a time.