Futuristic The Breed

[DanTheMan]

Gliese 752 System
Eurydice
August 6th, 2198
11:23 pm

Niels van der Lint, the colonel of the 1st Regiment watched from his office window overlooking the courtyard of Fort India. The bulk of the regiment had arrived from orbit in good order but they were still one battalion short. The colonel's adjutant clear his throat and the colonel turned to face him.

"First Battalion?"
"Yes sir, the penal unit. Fresh recruits from the Sol System"
"Rapists, murderers, scum who sell poison to our children, traitors...the most depraved creatures known to man."
"Couldn't agree more, sir."
"I want them segregated from the rest of the regiment. I want them watched every hour of the day."

XM-3 'Albatross' dropships bring the next load down from the 3rd's fleet in orbit.

"They're here, colonel."
"Well, Lieutenant, let's greet our guests."

Three weeks earlier

Dark Space
ISV Mule
July 16th

Alarms blared out through the hallways of the modified mining ship. A high priority convict has escaped his holding cell and the ship's security were on high alert. The Confederacy scarcely venture beyond the fringes of the Solar System and so offer generous bounties to interested parties from the colonies who frequent dark space to hide their illicit activities from Colonial Administrations. The only people having the balls or firepower to capture dangerous criminals around these parts not exactly being upstanding citizens themselves. A small band of self-style 'privateers' had captured this mining vessel that strayed too far from the Oort Cloud just days earlier and were now working for the same guys who would love nothing more than to put them in an 'ice cell' for a few days or a penal battalion.

"Remember men, the Confederacy are offering one million units for this son of a bitch, but only if we capture him alive. No more cramped second rate rust buckets for us after that."

Solar System
Monarch Space, Oort Cloud
Sparta Station

Deviating from the standard procedure of sending penal battalion recruits strait to the prison ships, a handful of them were diverted to the Monarch run Sparta Station hidden among the asteroids in the Oort Cloud for interrogation for their crimes against humanity and the Confederacy. Two men and one woman clothed in orange fatigues were escorted by armed guard and security drones to screening. Their wrists and ankles were cuffed with 'hardlight' restrainers, effectively paralyzing them from the neck down.

 

[LesDom]

Jack opened his bleary eyes slowly, his awakening accompanied with the soft hum of a FTL engine that issued throughout the entire craft. He raised his hands to no avail, becoming aware of the shackles binding his wrists to the frame of his cot. He sighed.

"Fuckin' amateurs." He scoffed, writhing side to side until he could bring his knees up against the straps, reaching out to his own ankles. He unearthed a small knife in the underside of his boot, slowly working back and forth until his legs were free. He rolled off of the cot, with one heave ripping the steel frame off. He reached his door, putting his hand on the print ID. The screen flashed red, the words 'UNAUTHORIZED INDIVIDUAL' blinking across the screen.

"Shit." Jack figured there wouldn't be much time until a security dispatch came to his cell checking on him. He looked around his claustrophobic cell in slight panic, sticking one leg out against the wall and vaulting above the door frame, holding onto the edge of a ventilation shaft as he perched directly above the entrance.

The door opened slowly. Two armored men walked in with issued automatic rifles, clad in full fatigues.

"What in bollocks? Where'd he go?!"
"CO's gonna be pissed, man. This is bad. Really, bad-"

"Gentleman!" He shouted, suddenly dropping from his vantage point and onto the men, using the heavy steel still attached to his wrist as a shield and club. The men crumpled under the weight, Jack lifting the frame over his head and bashing into submission gleefully. He grabbed the rifles scattered on the floor, throwing them over his shoulder.

"Where's the key?" He shouted at the remaining conscious soldier.

"H-headquarters, escaped convict-" The soldier hastily spoke into his radio. Jack kicked the man in the head, turning around and stalking out into the sleek hallway with the cot's frame still dragging behind him. He checked the stock and ammo on both weapons strapped to him, glaring at the camera in the corner of the ceiling as he went, hell-bent on finding a way out and avoiding life without parole on a prison station in dark space.

Jack walked around the corner, throwing himself back as projectiles flew past. Three men were flanking the nearest corridor, firing energy mags meant for incapacitation. He pulled a rifle off of him as he covered around the wall, opening the altered nonlethal ammo clip and ripping the portable battery out, tossing it to the ground and stomping on it. The cracked battery began to hiss as Jack kicked it around the corner, counting to three in his head.

A loud explosion rocked the ship, safe to Jack's standard. A single modded demo pack is as easy as splitting the core of the battery; and the boom is enough to get the job done, minus any infrastructure damage to the hull. Jack walked through the smoke, past scorched soldiers as he made his way to the command room.

 

[QuinningIsWinning26]

Wow this is simply amazing, reading this reminds me of the true heart of what RPing is about the imagination, building stories within stories. I honestly applaud you .

 

[Dark Souls]

Bushun Tekyo- The one-armed, resident 'good kid' of the inmates on-board the ship, was still in her cell at the time. Specifically, she was fiddling with one of the sheets of paper she'd been allowed by the crew. Though she had only her right arm and hand, she'd gotten used to manipulating objects with only that hand, and spent most of her off-time in containment folding the paper in an attempt at origami. Her knowledge of that particular art was lacking, however, and so the resulting shapes were usually pretty crude. She couldn't sell them in any gallery, but making them was satisfying enough to be an effective pastime.

When the knock on the bars of her cell opened, she moved slowly to meet the guards, just as all the prisoners had been taught. No swiftness, no twitching, and open, visible hands. Well, hand. The rules were simple, and easy to follow. She'd mastered them at this point.

On the walk through the halls, there was no pushing or wariness. She knew the appropriate pace, and they knew she wasn't one to fight. Even if she were, her prosthetic had been confiscated, and she was small otherwise. Assuming this was their end destination of Fort India, then it was likely that her arm would be returned to her. She wasn't one to think badly of others, but she did hope it had been maintained properly. This stint away from it had been much longer than it usually was, and she'd even started to worry about its status.

Apparently, there were much more pressing things to worry about. Tekyo didn't know where it came from, but somewhere aboard the ship there was a loud bang. The guards she was with looked to each other, then one called in to his superiors while the other guided Tekyo to the nearest cell before they both ran off.

She wasn't sure what had happened, nor did she really understand why. Chances were that something broke, but the guards were too put-off for that to be the case. Perhaps someone was causing trouble?

It was a strange event indeed, but Tekyo knew she was (relatively) safe inside this other cell. Whoever the transgressor was didn't seem to be close, and she was behind a locked door with another inmate, though she hadn't confirmed who it was just yet. She merely sat herself down by a nearby wall and waited for the commotion to die down.

 

[AbsurdNerd]

Alexus had been singing to herself, a remedy which she had used since her sister's death to keep her mind off of the incident. A simple, five note melody repeated over and over again, which she hummed while lying on the cold bed in her cell.

She was surprised to see the guards appear at her cell, escorting her down a the maze of corridors and rooms in the ship. She heard a crash nearby and the guards shouted something into their communicators. She took the opportunity to run past them and towards the point of the sound.

She had made it to the cell where the crash came from, and got a glimpse of the man who had broken out of his cell before she was pinned to the ground by the guards who were escorting her previously. She cried out something incoherent which sounded like "take me with you" before being hit on the top of the head with the butt of a gun, out cold on the floor about ten yards away from the cell.
LesDom

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

James was in a dimly lit room in Sparta station, awaiting the interrogators patiently. He had mag-cuffs on, ones so cheap he could easily just hack them and escape, but he had no intention of escaping. Those officers got what they deserve, and he felt no regrets for his actions. He tapped his foot, just wanting this to be over with. He'd gotten the jist of how his interrogations went. They asked why he did it, he answered them, they asked again, he reassured them, and then they left disappointed because it wasn't espionage by an enemy faction. He did this little song and dance every day, and he was getting tired of it. He sighed just as the door slid open, getting ready for this shit again.

 

[DanTheMan]

Solar System
Monarch Space, Oort Cloud
Sparta Station

A gaunt looking man with thinning hair enters the cell. He motions to the two guards flanking either side of him to wait outside. The man takes a seat in front of the prisoner.

"Hello, James. My name is Dr. Demetrius Kresp, I've read your profile. I'm going to ask you a few questions and I want you to answer as truthfully as you can, please." Although his tone his kind, his face betrays thinly veiled malice. He leans forward, holding a touchscreen pad in his hands.

"What did you feel when you betrayed your comrades? What did it feel like watching them die?"

Dark Space
ISV Mule
July 16th

"He's tearing right through us!" Shouted one of the privateers through radio
"Send in the custodian. It's time to end this shit."
"Yes, sir!"

A set of blast doors open and the XM Series 3 Custodian rolls out on caterpillar treads. Armed with a spiker pylon, a weapon designed to non-lethally take down multiple targets at once and a nerve gas canister, the custodian sets about finding the escaped convict.

 

[LesDom]

More gunfire. More punches. Jack was in another zone, in a haze of violence. This was a situation that was mounting out of control for Jack's captors, and he loved it. He had no idea how many prisoners were aboard the ship, but was alerted to screaming as he turned another corner in a seemingly endless and repetitive sequence of corridors. A young human girl garbed in the same prisoner outfit was on the ground, a soldier cracking her in the back of the head with his weapon. She slumped onto the floor.

He hesitated. More guards, throw yourself into danger and risk capture or logically flee. But she was blonde, and that's all Jack needed to respond.

He sprinted towards the soldiers, tackling the man standing directly over the girl. The two went flying into a wall, Jack's rifle sliding onto the floor. The remaining guards piled onto Jack, trying to pin him down. He swung wildly with the hand still attached to the bed frame, the steel coming apart.

Jack slowly got to his feet, grabbing one man and throwing him directly above his head into a light fixture. There was a shower of sparks, the rooms fluorescent light extinguished. Jack used the new darkness to his advantage, ending the skirmish quickly. He picked up his rifle, looking at the face-down girl still laying on the floor.

Just leave. Forget her, she can do nothing for you. She's a liability.

If she's a prisoner on this can, then she must have some purpose. Secret powers?

Yeah. Her power is getting knocked out.

But she looks like Faye. And Faye saved us...

Faye's dead. Because of you. This girl won't bring her back.

Jack made a decision. "Goddamn it." He picked up the girl, positioning her over his shoulder comfortably where Jack still had room to aim his rifle. He continued his mission, blowing flyaway blonde hair out of his face.

 

[Lord Mitmar]

"Another Hardlight? Is this really necessary? I've been nothing but complaint thus far, why would I ever start fighting now? I'm a scientist, not a damned thug." Alyx complained absentmindedly, the brutish guardsman before her muttered a vague "Protocol," his 'dim-witted corporate lackey' accent shining through, bright as the cuffs' neon clasps. The man had been a bore since the moment he had been directed to follow the newly convicted criminal, though she was quite glad she hadn't been given a chatterbox. After what had felt like a millennium of winding passages, cell blocks and a wild assortment of armed men, women, and droids, they finally passed through the final checkpoint of their little adventure together. Soon she would be left to wait for her undoubtedly overpaid interrogator while her escort got a free trip to whichever of the station's most expensive restaurants he chose.

He really didn't deserve that hazard pay.

Several minutes of document checking and rechecking later, Alyx found herself freed from her restraints, sitting in a poorly lit cubicle of a room which contained nothing but a small desk, two chairs, a door, and a collection of three one way windows masquerading as walls. Her interrogator would be arriving within a matter of moments. She could almost feel the reverberations of their footsteps against the shoddy metal flooring. While she was certainly no seasoned criminal, interrogations were hardly anything new. After all, you didn't get permission to study anything these days without falling under the microscope yourself. "So, how long are you going to keep me waiting?" Her surprisingly heavy accent bounced unsatisfyingly in the soundproof room. No wonder it was so eerily quiet in the halls. No matter, the semi-hidden microphones were probably functional. Though judging by the apparently sorry state of the station's engineering team, that would be quite an accomplishment.

 

[LesDom]

"Come on, wake up." He muttered as he entered a new doorway hatch, jostling the woman. There was a click, every light panel in the spacecraft near Jack switched off, his surroundings now pitch black.

"That can't be good." He said to himself. He heard a sound similar to the whirring of a conveyor belt coming closer, aiming his rifle towards the sound and firing. The brief spattering of light illuminated a work of machinery, which began to fire beams of light. Jack turned around and ran back to the door, sensing a trap. The door remained closed, now firmly locked. Jack knew the metal hatch was too sturdy to break through, thinking hard as the mech rolled closer.

A canister slid down the hallway, rolling near Jack's feet as it began to issue a thick pungent gas. He pulled off the outer layer of his clothes, feeling his way along the wall until he felt a handle. Jack ripped open the empty maintenance closet, setting the girl inside and tying his jacket to her face. He closed the door, covering his mouth with his hand.

"Come on, motherfucker! Come get me!" Jack began to feel the effects of the gas, his hands and legs slowly seizing up. He pulled his rifle off; stumbling towards the Custodian. He raised his weapon, using it as blunt force as he leaped onto the work of machinery. Instantly, Jack was thrown off with an electric shock, dropping to the floor and writhing. His vision swam, struggling to stay in the fight. As he slowly clambered onto all fours, he was issued another shock, dropping to the floor again.

Stay awake. Stay awake. Get your ass up! It's just a mech. Just a mech...

Jack succumbed.


AbsurdNerd

 

[AbsurdNerd]

"Come on, wake up." He muttered as he entered a new doorway hatch, jostling the woman. There was a click, every light panel in the spacecraft near Jack switched off, his surroundings now pitch black.

"That can't be good." He said to himself. He heard a sound similar to the whirring of a conveyor belt coming closer, aiming his rifle towards the sound and firing. The brief spattering of light illuminated a work of machinery, which began to fire beams of light. Jack turned around and ran back to the door, sensing a trap. The door remained closed, now firmly locked. Jack knew the metal hatch was too sturdy to break through, thinking hard as the mech rolled closer.

A canister slid down the hallway, rolling near Jack's feet as it began to issue a thick pungent gas. He pulled off the outer layer of his clothes, feeling his way along the wall until he felt a handle. Jack ripped open the empty maintenance closet, setting the girl inside and tying his jacket to her face. He closed the door, covering his mouth with his hand.

"Come on, motherfucker! Come get me!" Jack began to feel the effects of the gas, his hands and legs slowly seizing up. He pulled his rifle off; stumbling towards the Custodian. He raised his weapon, using it as blunt force as he leaped onto the work of machinery. Instantly, Jack was thrown off with an electric shock, dropping to the floor and writhing. His vision swam, struggling to stay in the fight. As he slowly clambered onto all fours, he was issued another shock, dropping to the floor again.

Stay awake. Stay awake. Get your ass up! It's just a mech. Just a mech...

Jack succumbed.


AbsurdNerd

Alexus woke with a jolt, immediately she was overwhelmed with information. She was in a dark room, she had a jacket wrapped around her face and seemed to be in a closet of some sort. There was no immediate danger, despite being locked in a closet. She took the jacket off her face and put it on over her cold torso. Seeing the prison outfit restored her memories, and the last the she could remember before being struck in the skull by something heavy and firm was a man's face. A man's face... He must have carried her and shut her in the closet. This worried her, but she still opened the door. There was a faint mist in the air, residue of some sort of nerve gas.
There he was, lying on the floor, occasionally twitching. This was most certainly not a result of the nerve gas, but rather he had been shocked by a high voltage of electricity. She had no tools with her to try and help him, but applied what little first aid she could give him, beginning with CPR and moving on to trying to bandage his burns with scraps of cloth. She then picked up his gun from off the ground and sat, waiting for him to come back to his senses.

"Come on now, we don't have all day."​

 

[DanTheMan]

Dark Space
ISV Mule

"The custodian must have done its work by now. Take four men and see if he's been dealt with."
"Sir, you four with me."

The four privateers cautiously navigate the claustrophobic hallways of the ship, their weapon sights trained for any sign of the prisoner. The custodian suddenly veered around a corner, startling the men but they soon found the unconscious prisoner, and a woman kneeling beside him. The men immediately drew their guns on her.

"Slowly step away from the prisoner, ma'am."

Solar System
Monarch Space, Oort Cloud
Sparta Station

Finally, the cell doors opened and a bald man with icy blue eyes entered. He wore a white shirt with a black tie and carried a briefcase. His escort leave him and the man sits at the table opposite the young woman.

"Hello, Alyx. My name is Mason Cross, I am with the Scientific Wing of Monarch and I have studied your case extensively. You worked on a certain Project: HELIOS, Monarch's plan for harvesting energy from the sun and you were one of the leading researchers. Quite a maverick, from what I've heard? It is unfortunate that you sabotaged the mission by giving blue prints to our enemies, both foreign and domestic, but you can still redeem yourself. My superiors have a, well, let's just a "business" proposition for you, if you're interested?"

 

[LesDom]

Alexus woke with a jolt, immediately she was overwhelmed with information. She was in a dark room, she had a jacket wrapped around her face and seemed to be in a closet of some sort. There was no immediate danger, despite being locked in a closet. She took the jacket off her face and put it on over her cold torso. Seeing the prison outfit restored her memories, and the last the she could remember before being struck in the skull by something heavy and firm was a man's face. A man's face... He must have carried her and shut her in the closet. This worried her, but she still opened the door. There was a faint mist in the air, residue of some sort of nerve gas.
There he was, lying on the floor, occasionally twitching. This was most certainly not a result of the nerve gas, but rather he had been shocked by a high voltage of electricity. She had no tools with her to try and help him, but applied what little first aid she could give him, beginning with CPR and moving on to trying to bandage his burns with scraps of cloth. She then picked up his gun from off the ground and sat, waiting for him to come back to his senses.

"Come on now, we don't have all day."​

Jack opened his eyes, meeting cold blue ones staring down at him. The lights must have come back on in the time he was taking a shock nap, nearly blinding Jack. He squinted, trying to stand in futile as armed men approached, shouting orders. He groaned loudly, disappointed in his escape attempt.

It seemed like Jack could only wiggle his toes, every joint in his body locked in place. The nerve gas had already spread fully into his system.

"I can't move, doll. You should put that gun down." He said weakly.

AbsurdNerd

 

[AbsurdNerd]

Dark Space
ISV Mule

"The custodian must have done its work by now. Take four men and see if he's been dealt with."
"Sir, you four with me."

The four privateers cautiously navigate the claustrophobic hallways of the ship, their weapon sights trained for any sign of the prisoner. The custodian suddenly veered around a corner, startling the men but they soon found the unconscious prisoner, and a woman kneeling beside him. The men immediately drew their guns on her.

"Slowly step away from the prisoner, ma'am."

Solar System
Monarch Space, Oort Cloud
Sparta Station

Finally, the cell doors opened and a bald man with icy blue eyes entered. He wore a white shirt with a black tie and carried a briefcase. His escort leave him and the man sits at the table opposite the young woman.

"Hello, Alyx. My name is Mason Cross, I am with the Scientific Wing of Monarch and I have studied your case extensively. You worked on a certain Project: HELIOS, Monarch's plan for harvesting energy from the sun and you were one of the leading researchers. Quite a maverick, from what I've heard? It is unfortunate that you sabotaged the mission by giving blue prints to our enemies, both foreign and domestic, but you can still redeem yourself. My superiors have a, well, let's just a "business" proposition for you, if you're interested?"

Jack opened his eyes, meeting cold blue ones staring down at him. The lights must have come back on in the time he was taking a shock nap, nearly blinding Jack. He squinted, trying to stand in futile as armed men approached, shouting orders. He groaned loudly, disappointed in his escape attempt.

It seemed like Jack could only wiggle his toes, every joint in his body locked in place. The nerve gas had already spread fully into his system.

"I can't move, doll. You should put that gun down." He said weakly.

AbsurdNerd

Alexus repeated the calming song in her head that she had been taught by her sister, calming herself and clearing her mind. She decided it would be the best course of action to let the man figure out a plan and for her to cooperate. She set the gun down, but kept her ground next to him.

"I won't move. This man saved my life, so I saved his in return."​

She said, a small note of fear in her shaky voice. She hadn't eaten in at least twenty four hours, and she was not the most resilient of people.

 

[Gmyza]

Lance Moon​

Lance was sleeping on the floor of his cell, shirtless, hearing the ruckus outside, he suddenly woke up "Ugh...just 5 more minutes...", after fussing about on the floor, he stood up and brushed himself off, grabbing his shirt that laid on his bed and then pulling it over him, he then straightened it out and walked over to the door to peek out his window, he had put his face so close to it that he accidently fogged it up. Lance had a rather confused look on his face, then, he brushed the window with his arm, unfogging it.

Lance banged on the door a few times "Oi...where is my breakfast? Anyone out there?! I am getting hungry!", he then banged on the door a few more times before walking back to the other side of his cell, a window to the space outside, he looked through it into space, he began staring it "I am going to come back...", he then turned back and walked to the middle of the cell, he sat down and crossed his legs.

 

[DanTheMan]

Dark Space
ISV Mule

The privateers apprehended the woman and two men with the help of a medical droid lifted the unconscious man off the ground and placed him on a stretcher. The two prisoners were escorted to the bridge, where the leader of the privateers waited for them. On the way there, another prisoner was causing a scene by banging on his cell door, shouting that he was hungry.

"Get prisoner four something to eat."
"Fuck that, those rations are for us!"
"Give him the leftovers from last night."

On the bridge.

"You two have caused me a lot of trouble."

He turns to his subordinate.

"Hail the our contact in Monarch, tell them we have secured the prisoners and they are awaiting transportation."
"Yes sir, may take a while before we reach them."
"Understood. In the meantime, escort the prisoners back to their cells. Sedate the woman."
"Sir."

The men lead the prisoners back into their cells, the woman was sedated after a feeble struggle and both of them were locked away. A mercenary returned to prisoner four's cell with a tin of rancid looking meat and placed it through the small hatch in the middle of his cell.

"Enjoy the grub."

The man walks away, laughing to himself.

 

[Gmyza]

Lance Moon​

Lance looked at the tin that was dropped in his cell and smirked, he stood up and confidently walked over to the tin of meat, he grabbed it and lifted it up to his face, opened his mouth and emptied the meat into his mouth, chewing it thoroughly, he then inspected the tin and then used his leg prosthetic to break the tin, creating sharp and jagged edges, pulling them off from the tin, resulting in a sharp circle and two sharp strips of metal, he bent one edge of one of the strips into a triangle, creating a makeshift knife, he then did the same with the other strip, ripping of a small piece of his pants and tied the both together, making a sturdy makeshift knife, he then hid the sharp bottom of the tin in his pocket.

Lance then tightly gripped the makeshift knife in his hand and smiled looking at the door "The day has come...", he then walked up to the door and banged on it five times using his prosthetic, he then waited for a second and shouted "I have finished my meal!". After a couple of seconds the hatch opened, Lance walked up to it, as soon as the guard put his hand through to retrieve the tin, Lance slammed down the makeshift knife into the middle of the guard's hand and turned it clockwise two times, then pulling it towards himself as he ripped it out. Lance then shouted "Today is my day! I've had enough of sitting in here.".

 

[AbsurdNerd]

Dark Space
ISV Mule

The privateers apprehended the woman and two men with the help of a medical droid lifted the unconscious man off the ground and placed him on a stretcher. The two prisoners were escorted to the bridge, where the leader of the privateers waited for them. On the way there, another prisoner was causing a scene by banging on his cell door, shouting that he was hungry.

"Get prisoner four something to eat."
"Fuck that, those rations are for us!"
"Give him the leftovers from last night."

On the bridge.

"You two have caused me a lot of trouble."

He turns to his subordinate.

"Hail the our contact in Monarch, tell them we have secured the prisoners and they are awaiting transportation."
"Yes sir, may take a while before we reach them."
"Understood. In the meantime, escort the prisoners back to their cells. Sedate the woman."
"Sir."

The men lead the prisoners back into their cells, the woman was sedated after a feeble struggle and both of them were locked away. A mercenary returned to prisoner four's cell with a tin of rancid looking meat and placed it through the small hatch in the middle of his cell.

"Enjoy the grub."

The man walks away, laughing to himself.

Alexus had been doing all she could from going completely mad, she knew she couldn't do do anything in her current situation, but if she tried, she would surely be punished. It suddenly became apparent to her that she would be punished anyways for trying to escape, but put the thought out of her mind and focused on happy thoughts.

She didn't speak at all while she was on the bridge or being escorted to her cell. One man attempted to inject her with something she didn't really recognize, but she swiftly kicked him on the heel and tried to bolt, forgetting that she would be penalized if she were caught. Of course, she was caught, and received a kick in the heel followed by a sharp pain in her arm. That was when she blacked out.

She awoke some time later in her cell, and tried to collect her thoughts. The memories, once again, flowed back into her mind. She couldn't stop worrying about the man, where had they taken him, would he be okay? He could have been permanently paralyzed... is that what they wanted? Surely not!
Alexus had gone completely insane, obsessed with worry and doubt.
(I'm sensing a pattern here... Alexus blacks out, wakes up, worries about jack, rinse and repeat)​

 

[Lord Mitmar]

Alyx gave the man a pondering gaze, her attention focused more on trying to recall where she had seen his semi-familiar face before than it was on his words. His suit, on the other hand, that was all too familiar. It was the standard 'Good Cop' getup, whatever his deal was, it would be better than whatever the next guy would offer. Focusing in on Cross' words, she couldn't help but give a defeated shake of her head. It pained her that her actions were seen as sabotage, after all, the project wasn't actually going anywhere with Monarch's swarm of lawyers and their labyrinthian grant process standing in the way.

"Alright, Mr Cross, I've got no quarrel with you, I'm well aware that you're just a bloody pawn in a very large game of chess, so I'll be as brief as possible. What I did, I know it was wrong, that it was criminal, and certainly that I deserve the punishment I've been assigned. However, make sure that whoever's pulling your strings knows that I was forced into action, the HELIOS project wasn't given nearly the funding we were promised, hell, there wasn't a single person in those labs who went home to a sustainable meal. Selling what we learned not only allowed me to continue our work, it ensured that others could design their own plans based on our original work should we fail..."

She paused, her gaze slipping back to the man's frozen eyes, having gone astray as she began her tirade.

"No matter, I've said my piece. What's this proposition about?"

DanTheMan

 

[southkovenz]

HIRAN RACHIT
ISV MULE
CELL 10

I lay in rest, upon sheets I forced myself to find comfort and solace in. After a while, through many routines of apathy between these bland walls, I lounged amidst these now gentle white covers and idled myself into nap. These intervals of napping weaved me through half-dreams and loose states of consciousness, to which the benign humming of the ship's engine became more of a lullaby than a dull annoyance. I found it easy to sleep to. It was like the humming of another dimension, beckoning me through it's cramped gates of this interior. Or maybe my cell was just the sconce - and my mind the torch. However I place my thoughts - it doesn't matter. I will not conform to the monotonous regimen day after day, since I find it truly fucking maddening. No wonder people have gone mental in this place. No wonder most the people here already are.
You are a product of your own environment, unless you station your foundation to your own likeness, which will grant you the power to overcome and adapt through the worst scenarios. I mean, that and drugs, too. They can help, but only in moderation if even your own dreams become too mechanical. Which I've just become aware of... ah shit. Hiran could use some Mar's Dust right now. When you're first flung through that kaleidoscope, the sensation of feeling weightless and conforming to these being of... pure energy. I understood the reason behind the drug - and what happens.
You want to know? I mean fuck, I could tell you but it's gonna blow your mind from the back of your scalp.
Ah to hell, that'd be interesting though freaky as damn to watch haha.

When you land your lips, dock your mind to the surge of breath that welcomes the foreign Sherpa (the dust) and relish in it's tingle. You should close your eyes the first time, though trust me, anyone seeking meaning to their life and the answers of the universe won't need it a second time. In closing your eyes, you'll see a lot more - weird that. On point! Relax for a moment. It won't kick in immediately unlike those folk who snort the stuff. Relax... relax... relax... then there you are. In darkness. An amazing drug too because - if you were reading along whilst puffing the remedy, you'll feel the rest of this guide in your head! Without reading this! These words are in your head now? There... right there. Somersaulting and falling through their own shadows, sucking you in through the blank void and engaging a trembling quiver through your very own existence. In real life, you're on the floor, bed, bath whatever, squirming and grumbling some incomprehensible gibberish - an ancient alien tongue, perhaps? It's been theorized. Then there it is! Once you've been through the tunnel you burst through what you only understand as "the confines" - and breach free of your mind. That weightlessness and tingling surge as you zipped through endless astral corridors? That's you, ascending to your own mind, becoming the nerves that control it, and reaching the very top of your brain in one bright, supersonic sprint. With that - you transcend. Your soul pleasures itself with freedom. That's the euphoria spilling in from the cosmic bucket that is your head.

A more broad perception on this? Think of your head as a bucket, then your soul is the being that spills things into the bucket. These 'spillages' of 'things' is information from the astral world - a far more scaled realm than our own. You are free to do as you wish here. Even without drugs though, you can achieve this through astral projection which is a more pure way. I won't tell you the difference between insertion by proxy and the natural scheme of things...


I wake up.
"What the fuck."

 

[DanTheMan]

Solar System
Monarch Space, Oort Cloud
Sparta Station

Mr Cross smirked at how naive Alyx was and her misguided noble sentiment about 'helping others should we fail'.

"The plans you leaked could have lead to terrorist factions reverse engineering the project into a super-weapon, capable of destroying planets, perhaps even stars. You are frankly very lucky my superiors wanted me to recruit you for this assignment. You will be sent to the Gliese 752 System, on our colony of Eurydice, where groundbreaking research is being carried out by Monarch. Unfortunately, to atone for your crime, you will be conscripted into a penal battalion where you will put on the front line. Don't think because I approached you, you have any special privileges. If you die, we can always find someone else to do the work, however, you will be assigned a personal guard and you will be under his watch throughout your tour of duty."

Dark Space
ISV Mule

On the bridge, the privateer Captain finally makes contact with their Monarch 'allies'. An Oriental man with Monarch uniform responds to their hail through hologram.

"ISV Mule, I hope you have good news?"
"Yes, sir. We have acquired the prisoners. They're awaiting transfer."
"Good, come to Sparta Station as these coordinates."
"Understood."
"Good work, Captain. MSV Scorpius out."

The Captain turns to his men.

"Prepare the cargo for transfer. Equip yourselves in full combat gear, I don't want any more fuck ups."

 

[Lord Mitmar]

A penal battalion. Fightings at the very front of every battle alongside lunatics who's idea of a fun weekend just so happened to fall under the classification of Level-1 Genocide. That was the fading light at the end of the tunnel. Alyx didn't even have to guess at the fatality rate Monarch wanted her to roll the dice against, then again, a near-assured bullet to the head was certainly a step up form indefinite torture and interrogation. Her head spun, running through every foreseeable outcome of this deal as she shot back.

"I'm a scientist Mr Cross, I'm sure you're well aware that we tend to forgo human risk when it comes to the advancement of the species. Of course, someone will try to turn my designs into a weapon, that's what Humans do. I tried to do it myself, it's simply not possible. The scale of such a project would be unfathomable alone, not to mention the energy costs. Anyway, I'm sure such a... Competent military as Monarch's would be more than capable of finding a weapon of such a high profile."

There was no way out of this, she could either accept a position on the war machine's self-destructive side or one in a top-security solitary cell. It wasn't the best of choices. She sighed, the defeat evident in her voice.

"Alright, you've got a deal. When do we ship out? Oh, and will I have a chance to meet this guard before we hit the field? I'd like to know who I've got watching my back... And what they've done."

 

[DanTheMan]

Solar System
Monarch Space, Oort Cloud
Sparta Station

'Oh we are well aware of the risks our brightest minds undertake daily, believe me. This is why we have set up a contact for you on Eurydice. Make no mistake, what you did was one of the greatest acts of treason in all of human history, however, as a tool, you are useful and we don't discard those who are useful to us so easily. Tomorrow, you will meet your contact on the transport barge, you'll have plenty of time to get to get familiar with them. For now, you will be escorted back to your holding cell.'

Mr Cross fetches two guards to escort the woman back to her cell.

 

[AbsurdNerd]

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[Gmyza]

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