Space Opera RP: When Hell Freezes Over.
 

(OOC: Zephie, your first post should be about how you got out of the reactor room and managed to follow us. Or about how you got arrested. Which ever. Everyone else: waking up.)

The giant ship lurched into motion as it pulled away from the, now, nearly deserted space station, its own gravity enough to pull along bits of debris that had been floating in orbit about the ex-criminal haven. Debris that was quickly left behind as the ship entered into hyperspace, the behemoth bursting through the stars as it sped along toward its goal.

The sudden sound of the reactors fully coming to life along with the slight lurch of faster than light travel was enough to wake Killik, his head throbbing in pain, as bright lights burst through his optical nerves--an unpleasant side effect to being knocked unconcious. Slowly the room came into focus through his bleary eyes. It was white, completely, and shaped like an egg. Even the floor was concave, and, rather than a toilet, the bottom center had a hole, large enough for any bodily waste to pass through. There was no place to sit and Killik was sore as hell from being unconcious on such a floor. The cells had, apparently, been designed either for a race besides humans, or by a mind so insidiously evil that words couldn't begin to describe it. The shape of the door evidenced that the rest of the ship was normal, however, with it being perfectly flat along the bottom, and leading into the sharp decline of the egg-cell. The door itself was actually rather reminiscent of a medieval prison, with a small grate at the top which allowed the guards to look in and speak to prisoners.

Killik rubbed his head tentatively and groaned out, "Where the hell am I..."

"You're in the brig, scum, and soon you'll be locked away in Gehenna," a scruffy voice answered from beyond the door. Apparently one of his guards.

(OOC: All the cells are identical. One person to a cell.

It's up to you whether your character has heard of it, but Gehenna prison is a prison drilled into the center of a world on the outer rim of its star system. Geological activity is the only thing that keeps the area near the center warm enough to live in, as that the entire surface is frozen. Including the atmosphere. The beauty of Gehenna is that it is completely self governed. The warden and guards are all ex-convicts. The oldest and toughest ones. They live near the top of the prison complex, as that the lower you get the warmer you get, until, at the lowest levels, it is not uncommon for prisoners to die of heat exhaustion, as temperatures tend to reach, and exceed, 110 degrees.

Also, Gehenna is the closest reliance prison complex... so Raze'el could have followed, deduced they'd go to the closest one, or done something else entirely.)

(( Of course. ))

(( Of course he would know of such a place, and I'll take option three for two hundred, Bob. :) ))

~Earlier...~

Reliance officers loaded onto the ship after the prisoners were taken aboard, filing up the ramps single-file. The process got boring and repetitive after the hundredth time, however, so by now all but the greenest cadets were tired of it, and were thinking mostly of getting on board so they get out of the damn suits and get to sleep.

They ignored the many engineers in hazard suits loading up supplies and materials, too, even the tall lizard one and the shorter female. As they passed the checkpoint and began carrying a large levitated crate up a ramp, the officer at the top asked them in a lazy voice, "Section C Blue?"

He referred to the classification for reactor-related materials. The markings on the crate clearly indicated that was the destination. The tall one glanced up at the officer, who was kicked back against the wall, then back at the crate, busy enough with his work that he couldn't be bothered too much. "Yessir."

"Level 4D, Yellow."

The officer lifted his hand to his face, and took a drag off a cigarette. The tall man just nodded and replied, "We know."

The officer hmphed but paid them no mind, letting them pass right on by without a second thought.

A lizard species doing such manual labor though?

He'd seen it before.

At any rate, the two got onboard and began carrying the crate, but once they were alone on a service elevator, they dumped the cargo and got out of their hazmat suits, then climbed on top of the elevator. From there they got into the maintenance level on top of the ship, and began hiding -- making sure to put the full-body suits away in a hard-to-find place though. When the elevator opened back up, the next to get on found an abandoned crate, and nothing else.

(( When all else fails... do the Wesley Snipes. :cool: ))

Julice leaned against the wall, trying to bore herself to a state where she'd just go to sleep. "Those assholes took my cigarettes so it's not like I have anything to do, anyways."
Julice decided she could cry about her situation, later. She was tough, but probably wasn't tough enough.
Eventually, you're going to be someone's bitch.
She laid down on the cot, sleeping lightly in case someone might actually come up with an ingenious plan of escape.

Pyros awoke witih start. This was familliar to him. Prison. Prison had forever left a mark on him. Prison was a Half-life, a state of existence in which your growth as a human being was stunted. It was a dog eat dog world, where even the smallest dogs are bio-engineered Rottdanes (big and nasty dogs). Unfortunately for this prison, Jim was a Tricentian Cerberus.

The first order of business: Counting the cracks in the walls until it was time for recreation. Depending on the prison, that meant leaving the cell and talking to fellow inmates, as well as visiting the mess for a rationing of slop that was about as tasty and nutricious as dirt. Actually, dirt was probably a better than it in both ways. At least it kept you alive, and if you were alive, there was a chance of escape. At least there was for Jim. Because now that Jim was here, he probably damned all the current poor souls from ever seeing freedom ever again.

Jim hoped some of his crewmates were here though, or perhaps some of his 'family'. It was always good to stir up some trouble with friends...

Alicia's eyes opened to the blinding reflection of the trademark white, reflective plating indigenous to the interiors of reliance starships. One of her first sensations was that the floor was extremely uncomfortable, and sloping, and her entire body was sore because of this fact.

Alicia sat up and rubbed her right hand across her face, and fixed her hair, which was terribly tangled from being roughly shoved into an electro-bag. The guard outside, a tactical marine, simply stood unmoving, staring straight ahead. Alicia knew that talking with him wasn't the greatest idea, but she did have a legitimate point to bring up.

"Excuse me. You do realize that your men shot at me first, don't you?" She asked the marine with a polite tone.

"Quiet, criminal, go back to sleep." The marine roughly responded.

"Well, I didn't think the reliance was at war with the pangalactic confederation..." Alicia sighed, and sat down on the white floor of her cell. A loud grunt from the guard signaled it probably wasn't good to bother him anymore.

She took a look around, "Well... Prison, and this is it, I suppose. I guess I'm lucky then. Once our loving rulers of Viridian III find out that I'm here, they'll order my execution." and sighed, lay back and tried to go back to sleep.

Adam woke up on a grassy meadow not unlike the kind you'd see on Earth. In fact, it seems he was on Earth at the moment, but his vision became cloudy after a hundred meters or so. He stood up.

Another knack to getting cybernetics implanted into your brain was your increased control on subconscious levels. A lot of people were able to control themselves in their dreams, the cybernetics took that to the next level. Adam could more or less control the dream itself. Still, his control at the moment was unstable, and Adam had a good idea as to why.

A lightning bolt arced through the sky and crashed down onto the meadow not fifty meters away, scortching the ground. In the other direction, a patch of grey limbo floated in five feet off the air and teleported around at random. Instability. No doubt the aftereffects of the stun bolt. As much as Adam enjoyed the chance of getting struck by lightning in his own dreams, he forced himself to wake up.

The prison cell was the most awkward he'd ever seen, although he hadn't seen many in his lifetime. Not only awkward, but uncomfortable. He had been tossed unceremoniously into the 'pit' of the cell. The smell of urine and feces hit him as fast as twenty-kiloton headache and he scampered away from the cruel toilet.

Adam sighed and rubbed his forehead. His conscious inserts were offline.

Robert woke with a start, his eyes focussing on the cell around him. His entire body tingled as the aftereffects of the stun bolt began wearing off. Orienting himself, he tried to recall the sequence of events which had lead him here.

After a moment's thought, everything came into focus. He'd been standing at the entrance of the ship, and had been ordering JEN to seal the ship away from the station's atmosphere. When no response came, he'd begun to head for the bridge, wondering if Reliance personnel had managed to board the ship. He'd found Jim there...and some kind of gas...and after that he remembered staggering off the ship into the waiting arms of a Reliance Tac squad. They hadn't been particularly gentle in their handling.

Now he was here. Where was here, exactly? 'Dammit all.' Robert thought as he looked around the bare cell. 'Must be a holding area. Nothing to do now but wait.' Relaxing, he leaned against the wall and began a deep breathing technique to keep himself calm, focussed, and relaxed.

***

"Fourteen?"

"Fifteen, maybe."

"Standard payload for transport, huh?"

"Mm."

The two stowaways had found a nice, comfortable broom closet to hide in on the maintenance levels, squirrled well away from anyplace that would be visited anytime soon. Currently they were both peering into a small handheld padd of sorts that she'd brought along, no doubt stolen from one of the officers. Using a subspace shunt she'd somehow gotten hold of as well, they were leeching into the ship's security system and watching video footage from the many monitor feeds.

The picture was extremely fuzzy, but at least it was undetectable. Switching views off the hangar decks to a few hallways, she adjusted her sitting position while Raze'el sat back, putting an arm up on one knee idly. Her eyes glanced up at him, then fell back to the screen as she kept looking for more information. "So why're you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

She glanced up at him again. "Stickin' your neck out for them."

He looked away, shrugged, and lazily turned his head back to her. "Why shouldn't I?"

"'Cause you seem like the type that'd leave them behind if it suited you."

He paused to consider that, then smirked and rolled his head back towards her lazily. "Really?"

When she nodded and smirked herself, he chuckled a little and looked ahead again. "I need them."

"For what?"

He shrugged. "Protection. Nourishment. Quarters."

She looked back at her work, but asked, "So is that why you brought me along? You need me?"

He paused again, then nodded. "Yes... actually."

She chuckled. "Glad to be of service."

Smiling wryly, he barbed, "You're welcome."

"So you're saying that one day you're just gonna leave 'em?"

"When the time's right," he said, nodding.

She glanced up at him again, but then went back to her work.

***

(( Their conversation's not finished yet, but I'm having much more trouble than I should finishing it and the rest of the post, so I figured I better put at least this much up so you know I am trying. ))

(( Just to note, the problem is coming from me not being able to remember what the second half of the conversation was supposed to be like. ))

Killik slunk down in his cell and let out a soft sigh. Gehenna was inescapable. It had never been done before, and for good reason. The ship docks were the only way on or off the planet, as that the atmosphere was frozen and, thus, part of the surface of the planet--no one could survive there except those few species that were native to the void of space, and the only time there was a ship there was when a reliance ship was dropping off prisoners. The prison was self sustaining and self governing. The only way off would be to somehow hijack a reliance space ship when it came to drop someone off, or get help from the outside. Killik doubted that they were going to let him make any calls.

Load of good his plasma blade would do him there.

'Guess I'll have to get out before we get th...' his thoughts were cut off abruptly as he was forced to catch himself against the side of the cell as the ship lurched again, this time coming out of hyperspace. The behemoth's reactors were the pride of the reliance, and it had plenty of room to link multiples for more energy. As a result, despite being so huge, it was the fastest ship the reliance had for hyperspace travel.

Killik sighed. There was no way he could bust out before the guards came to take him away, without alerting the entire ship and getting himself killed.

(OOC: Guards will show up in about a fifteen minutes of game time--Reliance needs to talk to the warden before we can be hauled out and shipped down. Also, this is a fully manned reliance behemoth. Getting out of your cell and to the hangar and out of the hangar without being killed would be nigh-impossible even if there weren't people getting our transport ship ready down there.)

Jim tried to find a comfortable position in the corner of his cell. This was only a temporary cell, at least until they had been placed upon something more permanent. Jim could only intelligently guess at this, because there was the soft hum of an reactor that permeated the ship.

Jim wouldn't worry about his escape until they were going to move him. Until then, It was time for a nap.