Futuristic Not Quite Heroes

[Deadkool]

In this galaxy, there's the law, and there are outlaws. It's always regarded as very black and white. If you break a law, you're the bad guy. When you make the laws, you must be the good guy.


But really, there's a gray area.


We've all broken a few laws here and there, some worse than others, but it doesn't matter what we've done, we're all in prison together. We might not get along all the time, but it's good enough. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend" kind of thing. Our mutual hatred of the Authority of Solar Systems (The Authority for short, at least officially. Some just go with the unofficial acronym- ASS) and their way of running things gave us the idea to stop this corrupt system of government in its tracks. Our first problem is that we're in the most secure prison in this side of the galaxy, The Corner. We don't have much on out side, but we're determined, sort-of idiots who have nothing to lose.

 

[Deadkool]

Bob sat down at his usual table, well usual as in, he 'earned' it weeks ago. within his first few days here, and nobody's challenged her for it yet. Cafeteria tables are equal to rank. It's kinda like one of those old high school movies. You got the popular kids, and then everyone else. The only difference was, this is prison. Nobody was exactly popular, but there were some who were more feared than others. The tough guys, in for murder or something, generally got whatever they wanted from the other inmates. This included the best table in the room. The table itself wasn't anything impressive, a circle that could fit six chairs around it comfortably. But it was in a corner, somewhat secluded. And you know what they say about location. Well, they don't say anything about it, they just repeat it two more times.


He got it by mistake actually, but nobody needed to know that. One day, he just sat down at a table where a few other newbies were. They had no idea. Soon enough, they were confronted by the group that claimed the table. Some humanoid kind of started a fight, her against all six of them. Fortunately, her tablemates, complete strangers at the time, had the same idea. Long story short, everyone's been too scared to mess with any of them since.


Today's meal: Protein Packets, Flavor: Trigaux, native to the planet Wiratrix

 

[TabbyHere]

Standing at the cafeteria counter with a rather dismal expression, Kynniara awaited her protein packet with its shiny packaging and artificial flavoring. She took it with a slight chuckle, her green eyes skimming over the label. Trigaux, it read, native of her home planet. She was sure it would taste like nothing of the sort.


Turning, she let her right arm fall back to her side, its blue glow pulsating in the slightest each time it made a movement. The guards had been a bit apprehensive of the limb at first, after all, it was the primary reason she was sent to a prison that was kept under such tight lock and key. The Authority had claimed low capacity prisons didn't have the security to keep a cyborg in line, worried about the added strength. Thus, a few weeks prior, Kynniara had ended up on this rock.


She slid into a seat at what had become her usual table. Across from her sat a prisoner she'd learned went by Bob. She didn't bother with names, not in here, except for those of the people who sat at the corner table, somehow distanced from the others in more ways than one. Kynn leaned back in her chair and went about peeling open the protein packet as her gaze skimmed the room and its occupants, her blonde hair falling over her right shoulder in a messy braid.


"And yet, another five star meal from the finest kitchen this side of the Pholatian asteroid belt." She mumbled under her breath.

 

[The Darkling]

Tuamsus wasnt hungry as usual..these..packets were not sustaining her well and had made her sick on more than one occasion since she was moved to this homely prison. That and she had been feeling sick more often than not anymore being forced to stay in this wretched land form. In fact she had gotten so used to her land legs that her tail was almost foreign to her. Thankfully when she went to take her showers she took advantage of it and changed forms for about an hour and it thankfully made all the other females run off except for a few that couldnt give less of a shit. Her pale finger tapped on the table, only a few others sat with her though they never talked..but they did all come from a planet that was water based (Only about 3 in this galaxy). She scratched her arm, the cotton an annoyance on her skin compared to the armor she came in with that they stripped her of.

She huffed when someone walked by her and hit her chair, slamming her stomach into the table, "Fu-" Before she could finish she realized it was one of the bigger brutes from the corner table. She had only been there for about a week but she knew who they were and she didnt want to start with them today or any other day. One of the guys that sat with her patted her hand with his scaled and webbed one, "Ya alright? adjusting well?" She didnt know his name nor which planet he was from but it was nice to hear one of them finally say something, "If you could call it adjusting..ive more so adapted than anything" Her bloody black eyes squinted as she stared at the table, scooting back to give her stomach room. Her black hair fell over her face but her able mate moved it from her face as he grinned at her, "Thats what we do best right? Adapt to land and water? Im sure you will make it alright" Tua flinched and fixed her own hair, "If you say so.."​

 

[Mooalally]

Uri tried to find a spot where he could eat his lunch in peace. Meals were probably the hardest part of the day for him, but after a bit of experience, he knew to categorize it into two parts: identifying the meal and not sitting on somebody's lap. He stood in a quieter area, probably looking like an idiot, feeling up the packet and taking in as much of it as he could. Did it smell like something? Not really. Did it feel like something? Well, it did feel like plastic, and he chose to assume that the food couldn't possibly be that horrendous and he ripped it gently, slowly, trying not to spill any of the contents. After he had done that, he put two fingers inside, trying to grab what he anticipated would be a cracker or a crisp, something hard that he could grab and pull out, but he was instead met by some kind of powder. This made things more difficult. Was he supposed to outright eat it, mix it with water or something else? He had heard tales of men who had died after sniffing powder that supposedly made them very happy. Was this the stuff? He dropped it back in to the best of his ability and moved on to the next half.


Before, he did this a few times by walking near places that were loud, which would most likely be a table, and someone would pull him down and start talking to him. But that didn't happen anymore after he revealed that he wasn't actually the one who murdered the Authority and his dad. Most likely they wanted someone who was "hard" enough to hang out with them, and he had disappointed them with his innocence. It was funny how criminals believed him more quickly and in general than a "justice" system. He disregarded the thought and moved on to the current, and pressing, situation. He started slowly walking in a straight line, trying to listen for any tables that didn't seem like they were full. He had learned that a table could hold somewhere from 4 - 8 people, judging by the volume, and so he tried to find spots that only had 2 or 3 different voices.


He heard a faint voice, probably the words, "if you say so," from nearby, and he started travelling towards that. The lack of cheerful laughter afterwards suggested that it was probably a serious sentence, and not someone replying with a witty comeback, and those were the most packed tables. His chances were pretty good with whoever had just said, but, unfortunately, they had gone quiet. He still knew the general direction of where it came from, but he hoped they would continue talking so he didn't crash into them. He tried to maintain a decent walking speed so as not to arouse attention from some of the bigger, beefier inmates, and he immediately regretted it when he kicked a chair pretty hard. Not only did his toe hurt, he probably disrupted someone, unless it was an empty chair ...? Now he had to figure out, was there someone sitting there or at the table, or was it an empty table, making it really awkward if he asked if he could sit down. He gave up on trying to find out, and instead reached to his left for a chair, and Rejoice! his hand felt one, and empty too. He quickly sat down, and opened his packet again, and just to be safe, he said a quiet, "Hello", into the powder, just loud enough for people at the table to hear, but not loud enough for other people. Hopefully someone would respond.

 

[The Darkling]

Tuamsus pulled her hand back form her table mate and cursed when once again her chair was kicked, she peaked to the side to try and see if it was one of the bigger inmates again. They did always get in the way of things. But instead there was human like male sitting at their table though she never cared for the social standings of the prison. But her table mates, especially the male that had been talking to her, gave him weird looks and sat farther back. He was of course sitting next to Tuamsus, "Um..hello. Your not going to start a fight are you? Because I really do not wish to fight today." She took notice of his eyes..much like hers but she was sure they were for a different use than hers. She watched as a couple of of her table mates got up and left the table. She didnt blame though, they were timid and avoided conflict as much as possible and for all the times they have had to deal with getting the shit beat out of them they didnt take chances. And she really didnt want to get beat up today either..that or get in more trouble because she beat the hell out of someone else.

(Sorry if its a little short)​

@Mooalally

 

[Deadkool]

(It's fine, the minimum is seven sentences)


Bob noticed the new people sitting at his table, and smiled. Well, smiled might not be the word, how can a blob smile? More like a portion of his 'face' pulled in the create the illusion of a smiled. When the black-eyed humanoid said hello, Bob replied. He extended a watery appendage and waved, then a plastic name tag reading "Hello, my name is Bob" extended from his chest area, encased in water. Bob was happy to have more people at his table, that is, more people that weren't interested in punching him.

 

[Mooalally]

Someone said something to him. Someone said something! There were people here after all! He did a small dance internally before returning to what the man had asked him, and it was definitely a man. It was much too deep to be a woman's. It couldn't possibly be a woman's, right? There were certain social parameters set by being blind, and assuming everything was quite covered by them. So he chose not to make his assumption of their gender and instead replied with a simple, "No, I'm not really the type to start the fight, though I will defend myself, if that's what you're thinking." He was cautious. He didn't belong in this prison with murderers and crazed men. He should be in a comfortable home, leading a comfortable life, with a comfortable family, but unfortunately he was stuck in here.


He heard movement, slow movement, nothing like the whooshing sound a fist would make; more like an extended hand. The only reasonable thing someone would do would be to give a handshake with an extended hand, which he thought was weird. An inmate giving a handshake? Whomever he had sat down with, they were unexpectedly polite. He also noted that this was a different voice, before bringing up his own hand and quickly judging where their hand would be, and then overshooting it. A lot of handshakes took place near the wrist, so it wasn't unusual, and it would look more odd if he shook their fingertips. Better safe than sorry. He was surprised when his hand was met by water. What could this possibly be? He pulled his hand back and asked, trying his best to keep a normal voice, "Not to be rude, but ... what are you?"

 

[The Darkling]

(Im so offended lol

xD )

Tuamsus sighed with relief when she realized he was a more peaceful sort, though he seemed odd. He never really looked in the right direction and his handshake with Bob was off. Though it was amusing, "You cant see..can you?" She looked at Bob with a small smile, "You know if he cant your handshake is going to throw him off" She leaned back in her seat and pushed her packet away in disgust, whats one more day without food anyways? She decided it was best if Bob told this newcomer what he was..though she wasnt sure what he was either. She just knew the fact that he was water always interested her, it was unlike anything she had ever seen. Which reminded her to grab her cup of water and take a small drink, then pooled some in her hand and rubbed it on her skin. Really she was going to have to go to the showers for the second time today with how quickly she started to feel dry. She was upset that the authority would take a water living creature and keep them on land for..god knows how long. Lucky for Bob he was made completely out of water..she had to admit she was jealous of that.​

 

[Deadkool]

Someone said something to him. Someone said something! There were people here after all! He did a small dance internally before returning to what the man had asked him, and it was definitely a man. It was much too deep to be a woman's. It couldn't possibly be a woman's, right? There were certain social parameters set by being blind, and assuming everything was quite covered by them. So he chose not to make his assumption of their gender and instead replied with a simple, "No, I'm not really the type to start the fight, though I will defend myself, if that's what you're thinking." He was cautious. He didn't belong in this prison with murderers and crazed men. He should be in a comfortable home, leading a comfortable life, with a comfortable family, but unfortunately he was stuck in here.
He heard movement, slow movement, nothing like the whooshing sound a fist would make; more like an extended hand. The only reasonable thing someone would do would be to give a handshake with an extended hand, which he thought was weird. An inmate giving a handshake? Whomever he had sat down with, they were unexpectedly polite. He also noted that this was a different voice, before bringing up his own hand and quickly judging where their hand would be, and then overshooting it. A lot of handshakes took place near the wrist, so it wasn't unusual, and it would look more odd if he shook their fingertips. Better safe than sorry. He was surprised when his hand was met by water. What could this possibly be? He pulled his hand back and asked, trying his best to keep a normal voice, "Not to be rude, but ... what are you?"

Bob was perplexed, he needed to convey his message. However, due to natural selection, he couldn't speak. Bob pointed to the blind inmate, then stuck out his name tag so his table mates could see it. Hopefully, they would convey Bob's message for him. He dumped his box of water onto himself and gained a little mass, then, Bob slid his protein packets over to the blind man, hoping to convey a sense of camaraderie. Bob didn't have a use for the packets, he didn't process nutrients like others did.


@Mooalally

 

[TabbyHere]

Kynniara watched with a quiet interest as the newcomer took his seat and the exchanges that followed. She'd never set foot off of Wiratrix prior to being incarcerated; the fact that there were truly so many different species of creatures, each with their own unique attributes, intrigued her. Eyes flickering between Bob's movements and the newest addition to their table, Kynn spoke up on the blob's behalf. "His name is Bob, and I'm Kynniara." A faint accent laced her voice, discreet but noticeable when she pronounced her vowels. "You are?" She didn't propose the question in intimidation, rather in a neutral sort of tone that suggested mild curiosity.

 

[Mooalally]

He sighed when she figured out he was blind. It wasn't too hard though, he made it quite obvious. Still, he wasn't sure if he was relieved that he didn't have to try and do everything himself or worried that he was about to be picked on because he was helpless. The strangers seemed friendly enough though, as the one who he had tried to shake the hand of slid something across to him, most likely his ration, so he answered, "Yes," still a little bit unsure of himself, "I am blind. Could be temporary though." The familiar thought crossed his mind. For a long time after the explosion, he speculated that any day now, he would wake up one day and his vision would return, and he'd be able to see faces and shapes and colors again. He was still hoping, though it was more of a bitter afterthought than an actual hope.


It seemed everybody was putting down their packets. He got the sense that they weren't too pleasant, and put his down too.


A new voice he heard, introducing the thing that he had touched and herself. The way she talked seemed very familiar; it was like a halfhearted mimic of a merchant's voice that had visited his home in search of rare fungi. He remembered that day, as the stranger walked through the town, shining his damned flash light everywhere, irritating the entire block. Eventually, the police came and took him to the big Government building, where they supposedly helped him. He absentmindedly wondered if she knew him.


"Nice to meet you, Bob and Kynniara. My name is Diocletian Solomon Uri Nekoda, although a lot of new people I've met just call me Uri. If you call me anything, just please not the first name; only people of a lower class are supposed to call me that. And I think all of you are fine."


He hated the way he sounded. He sounded very stiff, like a machine. Too late to take it back now, he supposed.


"And on the topic of all of you, are there more people sitting around the table, or is it just us? And I didn't catch the name of the first girl who talked to me. Who were you?"

 

[CrimsonLeviathan]

Fate seated herself in an empty cafeteria table after watching the small fight with disgust. "Pigs - that's what they are", she murmured to herself. She glanced at her meal, finding that it was the usual gruel that the place served everyday.


Her eyes flickered as she pushed the packets away from her being, knowing that they would do no good for her stomach later on. As much as she disliked it, she found her mind wandering to the times when the meals were extravagant.


Gone are those times, Fate thought to herself. Why bother thinking of the past?


The woman continued to conjure subtle nothings in her mind, desperately trying to find something to do. It was rather uneventful, and other than the fight that broke out, she had nothing to amuse herself with.