Galactic Prison: Pegasus

[TaintedHeart]

::OOC-ok, this is going to, in a good few ways, have quite a few members I'm hoping, if people like the idea. first there will only be my character as a female, but later on in the story line people can PM me and request to join in with a female. it's extremely Futuristic. have fun!

Chara:
Kilanoro Milyarae
Occupation: Space Pirate
Desc. Tall, slender, a rare full human blood. Kila's skin is pale, with little markings on it aside from a tattoo on her right arm, and a twilight star shaped cut on her left fore arm. Her hair is long and black, shoulder length cut all to the same length. Her eyes are a steel-blue, ever reflecting her undying amusement and joking sense of nature. Her body is one in which to kill for, holding a delicate hour glass shape, with luciously beautiful curves. No doubt, years of specialized fighting and training has brought her to be a deadly opponent.

basic story line is my chara. is caught for her crimes, and sent to the worst prison in the galaxy, previously single sex, but soon to be co-ed, if Kila can prove that girls can stay alive. the prison has an odd tendancy to drive its inhabitants insane, or have a vast majority of them die, and over all isn't a nice place to be in. so, to make a long story short, now shes one girl in a huge, psycho prison. yeah, it should be very exciting! later on i'll have a few more girls to join. there are some ranks, like the four prisoners Kila arrived with, the warden, councilers, prison guards, a few of them that might add spice to the rp, men most likely as well. i'll post soon::

 

[TaintedHeart]

Kilanoro Milyarae, prisoner 4461 on departing flight 93 had been perhaps one of the worst shipments that New Earth had to send. The girl was a true born Space Pirate, and since the age of sixteen, had been steadily climbing the ranks of New Earth and Colony 1-13's top ten most wanted in the Galaxy. They suspected that it was just in the girl's bloodline. After all, two generations back, her own blood himself had been the insane reason New Earth and Colony 1-13 had to be brought up. The Colony's were space ports made to mimic the Earth's inhabitants, Earth Sized Planets, if you would. Her own ancestors had created the first ever successful Plasma Bomb that could destroy planets on a galactic scale. And had nearly done it. Earth itself had to be evolved, to what was now known as New Earth, consisting of everything sky bound. Techknowledgy in the year 6187 was soaring, so everything had been made in the sky. Cities, Roads, cars, ships, everything.

And Kilanoro Milyarae had just been following right along in their footsteps. She controlled most of the plasma weapons ever created, mainly because her family had been the creators themselves. She captained the space carrier StarDust Nightmare since her age of Sixteen, looting, murdering, and destroying Colony 4 out of the Colony's 1-13, which was in the process of rebuilding. After she'd tried to destroy Colony 6, she and her entire crew had been captured. As they were sent to Colony 8, a Colony made specifically for small time prisoners and such, holding a specifically seperated co-ed Prison as well, Kilanoro got something worse. Much worse. Eight years for her Piratcy on Pegasus. Despite the oddly reassuring name, Pegasus was not a planet to be favored.

The place was barely what you would call inhabitable. It wasn't too further forward than New Earth and the Colony's in the same Orbit as New Earth, holding very little life. It was mainly all red desert, and the facility that held the captives. A bit hotter then New Earth as well. Many of the Prisoners were there forever, which surely ment they weren't going to get out any time soon. But Kilanoro. As far as she had heard, she would be the first female sent to Pegasus, and the Prison, also named Pegasus in history. It was soon to be transformed into Co-ed, if Kilanoro could prove females would be fine there.

What was the Prison Pegasus like? Hell, or so she had heard. Many did not come out of there and not be insane. The scum of the Galaxy were sent there. Many of them weren't human, Invaders, Aliens and creatures from different planets who'd been offically deemed New Earth Citizens, so they could be sent to the Prison. And they were all Male. Kilanoro, none the less, was the least bit worried. She had gotten used to things much worse than that. But what were their acts of keeping the prisoners of Pegasus from killing the staff? Cruel and unusual forms of torture, or so she had heard. These rumors surprised Kila when she arrived with the other four Prisoners on the ship, three of them not human. One in which resembled a human, except for his eyes, slitted and feline like, and ever few minutes she could see him change his fingers from fingers, to what looked like tentacles. The other two just plain out resembled some sort of brute like creatures, large, muscular, killer like. Though Kila knew for a fact that she was just as tough as any of them. Ingenius and perhaps the most insane woman in the galaxy.

What she'd been worried about was just what these forms of punishment were, and how she would be treated. Most likely like another of the Prisoners, despite her being female. But what about the other Prisoners? She could only wonder. When they entered the facility, she felt the alarming wave of coolness, pleasent since the sun was scorching outside. She savored the heat, sure enough at the rear of the group, with the other human, in front of her. She hadn't spoken to any of them...she was too busy discovering ways to get out of there. She'd only just been in and was already planning on getting out. The cleaness of the facility also alarmed her. No doubt, every one of those doors that led somewhere was insured by electric barriers and codes, cameras in every corner, this was truly a lock down facility. She and the others were lead to a room, locked with gravitational cuffs, which would not move from the place they were set, on the arms of the chair once the gravity was set for them, at least four tons of weight that the chairs were designed to hold, and left there alone. The more you shifted in the cuffs, the tighter they became as well. She passed a quick glance around. It wasn't so bad...not yet at least. But then again, she had to remind herself. She was, after all, a girl, in the worst Prison in the galaxy, that was, until now, an all male Prison. She barely heard the words as she sorted out the odds of it all.

"The Warden will be with you shortly." The man said before disappearing from the empty, white room, leaving her and the others, all dressed in white, to sit there in the silver gravitational chairs and wait. The odds were horribly frightening. But Kila was intent on getting on alive.

 

[Geryon]

Carver sat in the chair he had been instructed to sit in, gravitational restraints tight across his body. His Deep green eyes scanned the room he and his four companions were left alone in. It was featureless. Except for the five captives, it was empty. Not for the first time, Carver's eyes attacked the stunning woman - the only other human - who had been brought in along with him. A thin smile crept across his face.

Something exploded in a back room. A pretty young woman huddling on the floor in front of Carver jerked, a faint squeal escaping her terrified body. There was a flash of light, and the girl's head exploded into a cloud of blue vapour. Carver had warned her. He hefted his ion cannon over a shoulder and stepped outside into the glaring light.

Distant sirens could be heard as a backdrop to the alarms in the immediate vicinity. And screams. Oh, how he loved the screams! This was just another flyspeck settlement of Old Earth, but he knew full well that the sky-dwellers still formally held the power down here. He wiped blood from his hands on a dirty tunic he wore. The sky-dwellers never let the surfacers have anything. Not proper clothing, not even fun. Well, not without a fight anyway, Carver thought with an amused grin. He would have his fun today.

The surface life had mostly been burned away decades ago. Something to do with plasma research. Carver wasn't an expert on that. He was an expert on pain, however. He switched off the fusion cutter and turned away from the gurgling remains of a mutilated man. This was the third... fourth? He had lost count of how many settlements he'd raided this month. Noone ever put up too great a fight. He was always long gone before the patrols arrived. He was also making a name for himself.

Outside, the distant sirens grew louder. Slowly, but surely. Immersed as he was in his work, Carver didn't hear them. Just this once, he made a slip. Quicker than he could have possibly reckoned, an Ark-Class dropship was descending from above the little town. Within minutes, fifteen patrol teams has emerged from the belly of the bulbous ship. Thirty men, armed, armored, and searching for Carver. The door behind him shattered.

They had taken his cannon. They had taken his knives, his cutter, and nearly his life. There was one thing, however, that those fucking patrolmen, those damned sky-dwellers, had not yet taken. Rolling over on the gurney, blodd trickling from a number of half-healed burns and projectile wounds, Carver glanced around the inside of the hospital transport he was in. They were shipping him up, taking him to New Earth. One thing they didn't take yet. One thing they missed. Lurching out of his bed, Carver used the last of his strength to drive a shiv, little more than a pointed piece of sheet metal, through the neck of the Paramedic in the back of the ship with him. Assuming Carver was unconscious was the last mistake the medic would ever make. Collapsing into a crumpled heap on the floor, Carver finally drifted into unconsciousness.

Anyone else would have refrained from slaying the medic, the one person who was legitimately trying to help, but Carver was not what one would call 'sane.' He was not a raving lunatic, but inside his large, sun-darkened and dirty body, was the mind of a methodical, merciless murderer. Murder for no other reason than the delight he took in causing pain. For this reason, it was decided he would benefit greatly from a very long term in Pegasus Galactic Prison.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Kila's eyes scanned the others. Three aliens and the human. One of the aliens, who kept testing his luck by extending snake like tentacles every now and then she could not identify, but the others, appearing gorilla and bear like creatures, about eight feet tall a piece she recognized as Asitians. Her eyes finally rested on the human, only to find that, in it equal, he was watching her right back, with an almost preditorial gaze. It didn't faze her, she simply watched him right back, her face bland of any emotion as she finally turned her head away.

She recognized him. Almost like she was sure the other alien captives did the both of them. She had only wiped out two half Earth sized colonies. To put it the easy way. She had been almost confident that if she had ever gotten caught, they would have given her a life sentence. Instead, they obviously thought seven years on Pegasus would suffice. This place must have been worse than it seemed. Much worse.

But this human. He was a killer, she didn't need the ever present hack over the galactic files to find this out. Insane? Perhaps, she wasn't sure. She had never came face to face with him, but normally heard something when raiding a ship or another about him, as few humans that were left to cause such trouble, with the ever growing population of alien life on New Earth. And it just happened to be some random coincidence that they both happened to be here now, at Pegasus. Well, only the best for the best, she was assuming. The System obviously thought that being in some hell hole would set her straight...it was amusing. Almost laughable.

She watched now as a sly looking man slipped in. Mimic...he says Mimic all over. Years of Piratcy had been enough to let her recognize most races of alien, he was a mimic, he certainly wasn't human. Though none the less, dressed in black he shifted to the center of the semi-circle of prisoners, that smile not fading as he flashed his eerie gaze over each of them, lingering on the two humans, Kila more than Carver, for longer than normal.

"Well...it seems we've finally got in out two hundrenth shipment. Welcome to Pegasus..." His voice was quiet, calm, and Kila turned away. Why did they always have to be so fake about it? This place had to be the farthest thing from a therapy center that could ever be made. But still, his tone was so suggestive. Any poor little amateur might even believe it. And here came the rock bottom.

"Yes, welcome to Pegasus. A good ways away from any planet so no one will know just what goes on here, as long as the trash we're sent goes back in a proper state of mind. And that's what we, here at Pegasus are determined to do. Now listen closely." He began to circle the room, passing each of them a glance as he walked by.

"You all are classified as our worst. Unlike out A, B, C, and D ranking wings, you are on E wing. You will be paired with a cell mate, if at all three. You have no privledges, except the every other hour Treatment Group you are to be placed on...technically, when they send us E wing prisoners, you are our guinea pigs...we use you and find out which of our decipline methods would be..most successful." He circled around Kila's chair before returning to the center of the room.

"For day one, you are to remain within your cell, and read your Treatment Group. After your first three days, you will be assigned chores. Misbehavior will result in the worst possibly experience you can imagine. After a month, if we find need for it, you will be set on Gravitation course, out in the sun for eight hours a day to do nothing other than walk with chains tied to your feet. There will be times when you are allowed outside...and if you wish to run, then please do. Eventually the lack of water, dry environment, and heavy gravitational pull will kill you. Do be noted that your main priority is to worry about your Treatment, because unlike the lower ranks, you don't get the easy way out. You all will be shown to the E wing cell block. You are being watched, so despite the fact that you will be released from your binds, any hostile movements towards the others will lock the gravitational pull of this room and cause you all to be unable to lift a arm. If you try and jump with it on, or step even, you risk breaking your limbs...have a pleasent stay."

The binds to the chairs were released, and instantly the alien captives fanned out, the two Asitians moving to one corner, and the other unidentified alien to the one opposite. The Asitians began to converse in low growls and grunts in their language, where as Kila stood simply and moved to the center of the northern wall, leaning back against it with a sigh. Now here was a challenge alright. Seemed this prison was more twisted than she'd imagined.

 

[Geryon]

Carver's eyes shot daggers at this eerie being who had entered the room. Talk talk talk, that's all these creatures did. Carver had met one before, but he wasn't sure what they were called. The one he had met before was a mercenary. It had been hired by someone to kill Carver. It was tough enough, hidden behind its scanners and tasers and rocket launchers. When it boiled down to it, they were just as weak and frail as any human. Weaker. The strange councillor's words were not lost on Carver, however. This was lockdown. No free time, everything rigid, structured. It was very like these sky-dwelling communists.

"...have a pleasent stay." The creature left with a sly, greasy smile. Carver had started with the mercenary's tongue. Maybe he wouldn't be so kind to this one... the GravLocks came off, but Carver remained seated. The two hairy beasts moved to a corner together, the humanoid stayed alone. The chairs had four steel legs, each fastened to the floor by three steel bolts. Bolts were manufactured to be softer than whatever it was they were fastening... Carver was a big man, with a bit of a twist and a good strong pull... An image of the lone humanoid with the tentacles flashed into his mind, a twisted mass of flesh and steel. He could do it before the gravity switched on... No. Not yet. He may have been big, and he may have been unstable, but Carver was not stupid. The woman, she was leaning against the wall. Relaxing, in this place, with all the cool serenity that ony a female could muster under these circumstances. No, only a person with a level of sanity near his own could be so calm. Was he?

"You..." Carver hissed, approaching the woman, "You're... you're that woman... that pirate... K... Kyl..." struggling with the name, a distant memory came back to him. A merchant frigate, docked in Seia Dune... that place used to be a fair sized city... the frigate had a special weapon... a cannon... a class four plasma caster! Yes, Carver had nearly vaporized the city with that. Too bad he couldn't fly a frigate. The emblem on the cannon, it was... it was... "Milyarae! That's you, isn't it?" Despite being a surfacer, Carver knew something of the sky dwellers and their problems. An enemy of New Earth, however unofficial or purely professional the status was, was a friend of his. Maybe. Generally speaking. Carver didn't have many friends. None, to think of... His mind snapped back to the girl in front of him.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Kila paused, watching as Carver approached and spoke to her. The essence of a smirk played over her lips. So, it seemed he had known who she was as well. Despite the desperate attempt that New Earth had tried to cover up her work, the destruction of two colony's and wild galavanting in plasma equipted space charriers was not easily sheilded. In a matter of days it had gotten all over the news, and ships headed for the colony's were rendered disabled once they entered a feild of metal like asteroids where the colonies had been.

"Kila. Kilanoro Milyarae. That's me..****** Pirate and Mass Murderer..." She said softly, almost proudly. That didn't include Anti-New Earth Activist and threat to the universe on a Galactic Scale. It was the damn System's fault that New Earth had to be created...well, if they hadn't ruined the earth, then her sires wouldn't have created a canon to blow the government to smithereens...even if that included the majority of the life there as well. Maybe that was why she was almost as crazy to boot, and heck more intelligent then they were as well.

It was almost amazing, she didn't seem the least bit worried, even with every hour of her life set out for her while she was in Pegasus. The lightest, most airy tone came from the pretty Pirate, a few dark strands falling in front of her gaze as she shifted to get a more comfortable spot upon the wall. Then again, Kila didn't intend on staying here for long. She'd made sure that if, and instinctively if, she was ever dragged off to a place like Pegasus, to have reassureances. Which included the 'tattoo' she had on the back of her neck, of a rather gothic appearing cross no doubt, the jewels oddly shiny. That's because they weren't jewels. They were Noagron Magnets, undetectable metal by any metal scanners created, and the strongest magnets ever to be crafted and able to be 'activated' into working, illegal after a magnet of its type, the size of a brick tore a hole out of New Earth's main power genertor. She wondered who did that...hmm. But it was just what she needed to break a gravity feild. Just what she intended to do. Mind, she'd have to dig them out of her skin, but that wasn't the part she was worried about.

"And you...your...Carver, right?" She'd have to be rather bland of the news to not know who he was. She ignored now the gazes she recieved. She didn't talk the entire trip, and even when she had been free to roam the stars, she hadn't talked much to her crew even. But here she was, conversing with a fellow prisoner as if the sun was shining, and a field of flowers was around her. He might prove a liable allie, should she discover a way to get the heck out of here...or a horrible enemy. She wondered how cellmate standards were set. She didn't expect them to treat her any different from the other prisoners, but who knew. As long as she didn't get stuck in a room with two other psychos who needed their asses kicked. After all, the two hundredth shipment to Pegasus, the crew carrying five passengers, Carver, herself, the Tentacle Alien and the two Asitians were the worst they had yet managed to grab. She wondered, really how this would turn out.

 

[Geryon]

Carver's lips twitched in an attempted smile. He really wasn't sure how he liked this woman knwoing him. For that matter, he wasn't really sure whether his own smile was genuine or not, either.

"Yes, I am Carver..." he said, quite calmly, "Now tell me, Miss Milyarae, I know about you and your family, but how do you know me? Word of a simple, old world bandit like myself couldn't possibly have a made it into the rest of the Galaxy... I am, after all, little more than a public nuisance, simply trash that New Earth took its time disposing of. Please, enlighten me as to why my identity is known to someone, like yourself, of such great..." Carver's eyes slid up and down the lounging woman's body, "... stature." He knew full well that he was no common raider, but humility was not something that madness had takin from him. Humility, or sarcasm?

 

[TaintedHeart]

"I'm a Pirate.." She said with a simple strug of smooth shoulders, dismissing those strands from her hair with a brush of a delicate wrist. That smile didn't fade much, calmness expressed still in an obvious sense of uncaring. Either uncaring, or wickedly good at sheilding her thoughts and emotions...perhaps a bit of both. Kila never saw reason to worry to death, hell, she'd weaseled out of the tightest black holes she'd gotten into, she was sure that this place would be no problem. Her gaze shifted beyond Carver, listening still quite intently on what he said to that door, and then to the other occupants of the room, not catching that scan of her rather thin, yet still quite beautiful form. Her eyes snapped back once more, that smile turning to an uncanny smirk.

"I can find out things, if I need to. I know just about every pirate, bandit, and opposer of New Earth that's come and gone...that and I've heard your name over the Com. every now and then. Sometimes the patrols talk too much and give off too much information." It probably wouldn't be too long now before that snakey man came back with announced arrangements. More flowers and sunshine, what more could she possibly want. She crossed her arms lightly over her chest, closing her eyes a bit lazily.

"I've got my ways I guess.."

 

[Geryon]

Carver smiled, genuinely this time, a slow thinning of his lips. The woman was a flatterer. So, he had made a name for himself on the intergalactic crime lists, had he? Even if it was restriced to patrol comm chatter, it was better than nothing. To think, only a few more butchered colonists and he may have even made a top ten list somewhere. Unlikely, but still an entertaining thought.

"Are all pirates so charming, Miss Mil... Kila? It looks like we'll be here quite some time, and I think it would be nice to have some more... humanoid company." Carver eyed the hairy beasts grunting to each other across the room. "And our other friend over there appears he may have a problem keeping those... appendages to himself." The more man-like of the three prisoners was eyeing Carver and Kila in a very distracting way, much the same as he had been eyeing the hairy brutes a moment earlier. His tentacled hands were wriggling much the way Carver believed a maggot may, if you fried it in hot grease. "He IS a strange fellow, isn't he? It would be a shame if I got punished because my cell mate didn't know enough to keep his slimy fingers to himself..." Carver trailed off, losing himself in his own thoughts of carnage and destruction once again.

 

[TaintedHeart]

"Perhaps they are...if you know the right one's to talk to...that won't take a Plasma Pistol to your head for giving them a friendly gaze.." She grinned. A few of the female pirates, who seemed perhaps more deadly then the males of her crew were known for doing that, three in particular, who were gifted with the name 'Sirens' on the top ten of intergalatic criminals, for their bizarre torture tactics, ripping out hearts, sewing lips together, freezing creatures live in metal, the works. Kila couldn't have imagined ever having any better information leeches.

"Aye, I think he just might. Nothing a good bit of salt can't take care of, I'm sure..." Obviously the creature had heard her, and she gave a truly wicked grin toward him, flickering those eyes open to meet his unblinking feline like gaze, that hand shifting to a long black tentacle, in place of his middle finger. She'd decided finally he'd be more of an enemy then help to her...she never killed anyone she didn't like, it was a waste of her talent as it was. She was sure she'd end up liking him just fine then. If she didn't end up releiving him of an arm then perhaps the idiots running Pegasus might find need to. Before she had a chance to respond, she heard the intercom echo inside of the bleach white room.

"The finalizations of your celling will be made momentarily, please refrain from acting until said time. Thank you." Kila rolled those steel-blue eyes of hers, her arms still crossed lightly over her chest. Their false kindness was getting on her nerves.

"Yes, I suppose we will be here for a while won't we..I really would rather be in a cell with someone remotely human, then bears or squid-boy there. Hopefully they've got a descent system to work by..." She uttered darkly, her eyes setting back on Carver.

 

[Geryon]

Carver was on the verge of deciding he liked Kila. This was a big step for him. There had been noone he actually liked since... before memory. Particularly the way she was antagonizing the jellyfish man.

"The finalizations of your celling will be made momentarily, please refrain from acting until said time. Thank you."

Carver giggled darkly. A strange sound to be heard coming from the chest of someone like him. The most feared prison in the Galaxy, and they acted as if it were some kind of country club. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad place after all. Maybe it would be fun. Maybe he would get celled with the squid, and wake up in the night with a set of slippery feelers wrapped around his throat. Oh yes, then he could have his fun. Brooding, Carver imagined the various ways to dissect the creature, pondered the most painful ways of extricating the beast's slimy digits from around his neck. At least those gravity walks on the planet's surface would be a good workout... Carver had been wanting to put on some weight, ever since that Larian brute had tossed him through a wall last year.

Hidden away, deep inside his being, Carver knew he didn't want to be here. He wanted to get back to Old Earth, no, he wanted to see the Galaxy before he met his end. Unfortunately, he couldn't pilot a ship, even if they had one available. He was never the most meticulous planner, either, preferring a more direct aproach to problem solving. For these reasons, he knew he would need help. He needed someone to rely on. A pilot. A pirate. The very idea sickened him, he had always been on his own. Oh, sure, there were a few small-time rebels who wanted to help him in his attacks, but they never lasted long. Dead or runaways. Now, he recognized the fact that he genuinely NEEDED the help of the woman next to him. At least, he thought, letting his eyes drift over to her once again, she likely wouldn't be the worst company he could run into on this god forsaken planet.

 

[TaintedHeart]

The door was opened promptly, and Kila watched, emotion disappearing from that pretty face of her's. When it came to authority of any type, there was no room for friendship with them. It was simply her, her weapons, them, and their weapons. And whatever happened between that square, tended to be what she concentrated on the most. No doubt, guards of the most notorious prison in the Galaxy weren't too keen on making friends either. She watched as the beast like, fur covered creatures exited first, kept in line by electric pulsers. Kila waited for Carver to go first before following, passing a glance toward the tentacle creature. She then remembered what he was called, a Piorc. Damned creatures that took the shape of humans and multiplied like wild fire, the first real threat to Old Earth. They had been the reason the majority of human kind was now diminished, or half breeds. No wonder she didn't like him. He passed her a sly grin, and she growled a serious, dangerous reply. Perhaps he'd forgotten that they didn't underestimate her craftiness on the television.

"One wrong move, squid, and I'll strangle you with those snakes sticking out of your fingers..." She warned. One of the guards snapped her across the shoulder with that electric pulser, causing her to simply give a glare of such. Oh, as soon as she'd gotten that plan complete. He'd be a nice little doll to play with...and rip the eyes out of...and the stuffing...and tear the legs and arms off of. Certainly. She'd get back, eventually.

"Glad you could join me. Come along now, don't hesitate or stray. If you stop, you won't be able to move again. The gravity is heavy in this hall." That sly Mimic they'd seen before met them outside, and one by one they were issued at a slow pace, which would have normally been nearly a jog, of a walk down the hallway. The gravity was hell, though the dark haired pirate didn't stop, as advised. The gravity was high. They had no restraints, but moving to even turn around in this, would have the guards, protected by low gravity suits, killing you before you had the change to do anything. Still, she didn't like the eyes of that slime behind her on her back even.

"Here we are. E Wing. The Guards will show you all, in two groups, to your cell. We expect you not to do anything foolish. Be reminded, the walls are reinforced with invisible nantiminium. There will be no bars, those are for the lower levels. You get the barriers." He didn't tell them much more about their cells. The Asitians were led to a two bedded cell, consisting of just that, cots formed into the wall, one on either side, and that was it. There was nothing else there, in that white room. The room she, Carver, and the Piorc were to share was a bit larger, with beds on either wall, except the barrier. Once they were inside, the code was placed in by key, and they were left there in the bright white room. Kila iscolated herself from the two.

"Well, isn't this just heaven...god-forsaken planet.." She uttered to herself, sitting on one of those cost and pulling her knees up to her chest. As expected, the odd Piorc moved to one of the corners.

 

[Geryon]

The walk wasn't too far, but it wasn't too short either. The gravity was nearly agonizing, but he would adapt. For no apparent reason, Carver recieved a stroke with one of those silly electrical prods. He would remember that guard's face. Unflinching, Carver kept at his steady plod through the twisting tunnel towards their cell block.

That guy does have a thing for corners... Carver thought to himself, watching his tentacled cellmate back into a corner of the relatively large cell they would be sharing. The room was bare, as he had expected. The beds were solid protrusions extending from the walls. Stretching out on the bed opposited Kila, he eyed the Piorc openly. Upon a proper examination, Carver noticed there were things not quite right about the creature. Aside from the eyes and fingers, of course. Certain strangenesses that he couldn't put his finger on. Maybe his mouth was slightly too wide, his neck just a touch too long for an average human. Carver closed his eyes lightly. There would be plenty of time to get to know his cellmates in the time to come.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Kila remained silent for the most part, looking to the seemingly wide open exit and entrance, protected likely by three main barriers, gravitational, electric and radio to keep them inside. That's what the magnets were for. A good easy placing of them could easily get rid of that barrier. But not this soon, no. She needed to wait, wait until she could actually be assured a way out. Kila was a Pirate, she could Pilot just anything in the world, be it a Larian Galactic Cruiser, Battle Star Ship, or simple New Earth Model Jet Ship, anything with an engine and light speed capability was a piece of cake.

But Kila was built for speed...and with a seductively beautiful form, she lacked the required muscle for it all, getting past the rows and rows of guards that would likely be on her tail as soon as they knew she was gone. The place was a lock down facility, after all. Sure, she could down at least five guys, on after the other, but after that, it started getting harder. She needed someone who could actually go the length, without chickening out. Someone as boot leg crazy as she was.

Where as she wouldn't mind getting the brute like Artisians to help, they tended to have horrid tempers and a problem with not getting their way. And when that happened...they had the odd tendacies to rip each others, and everyone else's limbs off. That, and they were, when their temperments didn't get in the way, pacifists. What about the Piorc? She didn't even want to imagine what he'd do to her if she was stuck on him while piloting a god only knew how long trip. And Carver...well, she'd just have to wait and see.

The gaze of the Piorc on her constantly was beginning to annoy her. She passed him a glance, meeting his gaze with a steel blue one, echoing for once the real true venom she kept inside. She turned on the other side, facing the wall.

"Could you stare somewhere else, you freak?" She muttered, none too softly. Why was she so tired now? It better not be that stupid Piorc's doing, or she'd be put into Iscolation before she even got a chance to really hurt someone.

 

[Geryon]

"Could you stare somewhere else, you freak?"

Carver's eyes snapped open. He knew that tone. He slithered to the edge of his bed, sitting with his legs over the side, his gaze twitching back and forth from Kila to the Piorc. He had spent enough time in bars, pubs, cantinas and other dens of hostility to recognize it in Kila's voice. Carver felt a pulse beat in his right temple. His foot began to tap on the floor. A slow seep of adrenaline began creeping through his body. Hostile words usually started this, that tickle deep inside him that brought the gruesome images flooding in. He took slow, deep breaths, trying to look only mildly interested, letting his gaze float around the room.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Cameras? Who cared about them? What good would cameras do? She only wished that those idiots running the Prison would hurry it up with what their hellish activities would be daily. 'Something stupid about proper dicipline, probably...' She thought to herself. Or some form of bizarre psychotic torture testing. Yes, that seemed more likely. She didn't like their idea of 'dicipline' already.

The Piorc hissed. Damned creature, they always had to say things in their language. Never in something she could understand. Though Kila forced herself away, that rythmic hissing of his almost lulling her to sleep, before she snapped awake. Piorcs...they weren't human. That's why he kept faze shifting his fingers into what he really was, probably some huge ball of slimy tentacles. She'd never worked with any, but she knew good and well they weren't safe to be around. Why? 'Because they lure prey to sleep...I don't think falling asleep here is smart at all.' Though at the time, the slime seemed a bigger threat than Carver. She jolted awake, rolling onto her stomach and passing him a quick glance, her hair hanging over one shoulder as she glared.

"I know what your up to. So, keep those damn tentacles to yourself, and promise not to strangle you with them..." She watched as the creature winked, and gave a disapproving look of disgust. What was he getting at?

"Fine wordsss...for such a pretty prey.." The first human words she'd heard, in a snake like fixture of soft, venomous sense. Yeah, she'd show him prey all right. It'd be more than hilarious to tie him in knots around himself an repeatedly shove him into the gravitation barrier. Oh, funny indeed.

"Yeah, take them and shove them up your ass, if you know what's good for you..." Aparently she had been underestimated by the creature. He didn't seem to know that Kila started off with little more than a straight shot vaporizer, before she even learned of her heiratage. And the plasma weapons. She had already been on the top ten, number nine when she first began her acts aganst New Earth, and any other idiots that got in her way. Perhaps the world needed a refreshment. Destroying two colonies weren't enough for them...

 

[Geryon]

"Fine wordsss...for such a pretty prey.."

"Yeah, take them and shove them up your ass, if you know what's good for you..."

The trickle of adrenaline seeping into Carver became a flood. His grip tightened on the bedside. The pulse became a rapid thrum, a Craecian miner trying to tunnel out the side of his head. Hostility. Here, he knew, it would be a bad idea. Well, only in that the administration wouldn't like it. Then again, maybe they had come to expect it from their new "guests." This WAS Pegasus, after all.

Their Piorcian friend wanted prey, did he? He saw Kila as an easy meal, perhaps? The last time Carver has felt this... rush, it had landed him here. Sure, it happened every time, but he was never in the most feared prison in the Galaxy before. A sort of red mist began to creep in on the edge of his vision. His blood was pounding in his ears.

A slight groan pierced the tense silence, the bed was hollow. Hollow steel.

"Now now, children..." Carver grated through clenched teeth, "I think it would be in everyone's best interests if... if we learned to... get along..." Looking down, he noticed for the first time the indentation his fingers had made in the steel pallet he was forced to sleep on. A couple of his fingernails had cracked, and here trickling a thin stream of blood, tiny droplets hitting the floor with a soft "plink-plink-plink..."

Blood.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Maybe thats what they had aimed at, after all? I mean, prisoners probably died every day...what would they care if the three of them broke out into a wild fight. The bastards would probably wait until someone was near dying before even daring to step in.

Her gaze shifted, emotionless now toward Carver. Oh, she knew that look anywhere. She had gotten it, on rare occasions, and normally only when something really intense was happening. The faintest trace of a smirk pulled at her pretty, full lips, but it disappeared just as quickly, the Piorc turning his head toward the speaking human. Only when he caught the scent of something. The dripping of blood even reached Kila's ears. And that had just been the start of what was to unfold.

Slowly that faze of humanoid appearance disappeared, replaced with a fairly alienic creature, the real form of a Piorc. Slimy, black, holding one large head, a upper body and power, and tentacles beyond sigh, Kila cursed. It seemed the Piorc liked human. Too bad, she didn't plan on being on the menu. Perhaps any other, untrained murderess would have stood and stared cluelessly. But not Kila. Instinctively she was up, already battling with three of those tentacles another set flashed off, with a roar-like hiss toward Carver.

"I warned you, slime ball!" Kila had already double knotted two of them, now fighting to pry one from aroudn her neck. It wouldn't take too long before she could quite easily either fully remove it, they were broken up by some idiotic authority, or she strangled the Piorc with it.

 

[Geryon]

The Piorc shimmered. Carver was on his feet. Three of those tentacles were swinging madly toward him. A faint, distant sort of cracking sound rang in his ears, and he was moving before he was aware of what he was doing. His control had gone, the barrier holding back his screaming torrent of mad, raw instinct dissolved. The sight of a greasy black appendage wrapped around Kila's throat served only to stimulate that flood into an insane surge of focused aggression.

A tendril slapped into his right bicep, wrapping around it as Carver approached the horror of the Piorc in its true form. The arm was cocked for a powerful blow to the beast's oily body, but was now held fast. Carver seized the thin, cold tentacle with his free hand, and gave it a tug. The Piorc, though a relatively strong creature, lurched at the sudden pull. Carver planted his foot on the slackened tentacle, pinning it to the floor. It quivered with the tension of stretching from the creature's body, to the floor, to Carver's arm. The Piorc hissed, but held fast. Good. Carver gave a toothy, terrible grin. The other two tentacles entangled his free arm and leg.

Wrenching with all the strength his left arm could muster, Carver yanked the monstrosity off balance, tottering towards him. It shreiked. Carver drove his restrained right fist towards the Piorc as hard as he could. The tentacle, beneath Carver's powerful drive, tore midway along the length stretched between his foot and arm, delivering a spattering of acrid black blood. His fist slammed into what qualified as the Piorc's face. With a sick squelch, his knuckles sunk into the spongy flesh of the slimy creature. It thrashed and screamed, the follow-through of Carver's punch pinning the bloated bag of flesh to the floor. Carver, his knuckles keeping the monster rather securely nailed down, spared a black bloodsoaked glance back to Kila.

 

[TaintedHeart]

Kila rubbed her throat for two seconds, glaring daggers at the Piorc. And then she was off. The girl grasped one of those ever moving tentacles, noticing the growth of two more. The damn thing was multiplying. And it's screams were attracting more attention than none, the entire E Wing now filled with roars and a horrid chant of encouragement as if they were fighting for some reason or another. Kila didn't care right now. She was going to finish off that Piorc right then and there.

With the tentacle she wrapped it twice around the Piorc's head, the most sensitive part of it's body, carefully avoiding the rows of sharp teeth and began to pull. The thing gave a mighty quiver, it's mostly boneless structure crumbling and trying to slide from beneath them. Again, another rough tug, causing the Piorc's scream to come out hazy and withdrawn. She ignored the beast's blood that was getting all over the white Prison uniform they had all been given, clenching her teeth together, lost in the oddnes of th things screams. More frantic, it thrashed and screeched, but she didn't let go. She pulled still tighter, gaining the final wished response that she'd wanted. The Piorc's slitted eyes began to streak with black blood, and the same colored blood began dripping from his mouth as he flicked out a long, equally slimy tongue. And then Kila felt it.

The drop of gravity caused her to stumble back and sink, shaking her head as she tried to shake off the sudden weight. The Piorc hasily gave himself room to breath, before preparing to go after Carver and Kila yet again, the gravity steadily increasing until Kila couldn't move but an inch from the place she was sitting on the ground without feeling as though she was running fifteen miles.

"Tsk, tsk...already fighting I see. Well, I was going to give you the good news, about your Treatment, but I suppose we'll have to alter that and find a place to slip in something to help you both control your aggression."

"Yeah, I know a really good place...to hell, the place I'm going to send you if you cut the shit and get to the point.." Kila hissed, still breathing heavily from strangling the Piorc. The Mimic chuckled.

"Seems you need a bit more than that, Miss Milyarae..." Kila grumbled to herself as three guards came inside to remove the injured Piorc, who was likely inches from death in it all. The girl turned her head away as the gravity was returned, feeling more and more pissed off at that stupid Mimic, who fet like staring at her was going to get him some place.

"For out first female prisoner in about a decade, your showing me that their actually worth more than just fun.." The Mimic stalked off, leaving Kila hotter than before. Grinding a fist into the ot her she ignored the black blood covered over her clothing. No doubt, they'd be back to clean up the mess as well. She'd make sure to get back at the Mimic as well, the stupid bastard. Passing a quick glance over to Carver she blinked.

"I don't think all the alien creeps in here like us very much.."

 

[Geryon]

The gravity sharply began to increase. Carver, startled by the amount of pressure he felt across his body, by how heavy his own arms and head felt, backed away from the dying Piorc with a disgruntled hiss through his clenched teeth. That damned Mimic was back.

Whoever that monstrosity of a humanoid thought he was, Carver thought he talked far too big for such a skinny freak. Anyone could be tough behind GravLocks, barriers, gates, cages and armed guards. When it came down to it, however, Carver knew a Mimic's neck would snap like anything else's.

But that was too easy.

The Mimic smiled that fake, oily smile, and Carver's eyes bored holes into the creature. It was important around here. No, it was slightly more important than an average guard or psychotherapist, Carver guessed. The truly important people likely never had contact of any kind with the prisoners. The important ones probably weren't even on the planet most of the time. But they would be, and Carver hoped to meet them someday.

"I don't think all the alien creeps in here like us very much.."

"Of course they wouldn't, we're an endangered species." It made sense to Carver, anyway. "At least now they'll think twice before they mistake us for easy targets..." Carver glanced out of their cell, along the rows of other cells, sealed by equally wide-open doorways. Many of those cells were empty, E Wing being reserved for the best of the best. "At least now we don't have to worry about our slimy friend there, I doubt they'll put him back in here with us."

Carver had seen Kila fight back against the Piorc, nearly killing it. He looked at her now with a mild sort of surprised respect. Either they would get along well in the weeks to come, or Pegasus hadn't seen the last of the bloodshed caused by their new arrivals.

 

[TaintedHeart]

"Yeah, well, the quicker we can get out of this hell hole, the better...They won't bring him back, or I'll finish him off. The aliens tend to think they've got the upper hand on the deal, just because they have tentacles...or...claws...or can phase shift, or have supremely brute strength. Nothing a can of kick their ass can't handle.." Kila had been carefully studying the panel, keeping herself a good range from the camera set on that isle. It looked like the very one they used when she'd snapped her way past the New Earth security to remove several different documents, most in which the removal of any Old Earth citizens who either couldn't afford, or refused to leave the sunken surface of Earth. She'd been able to move freely then, but now, well, that would be difficult.

"I'll figure something out, soon enough." She shifted back to her bed, tugging that black blood covered shirt over her body, tossing it among the smeered mass covering the white floor, leaving herself non chalantly in her bra. The gravity was shifted once more, freezing the pair of them to the spot, Kila with her knees pulled up to her chest, watching the men, each in a gravity resistant suit, began to clean up the mess. Kila smirked, still forming hastily a solution in her mind. Oh, it was almost errorless. Almost. She had plenty of time to think about it.

"You missed a spot..." She uttered barely to one of the guards, who returned her words with a snarl. So, they weren't human either, hm? That made it even easier.

"I suggest you take the time to look over your schedules..." The Mimic was back. Despite the gravity, Kila raised her middle finger as the holographic images were shot into the room, reflecting on the back wall. Kila stared over it. Twelve segments, the majority of them 'Treatment Therapy' and then the last four Aggression, Electro Therapy, Physical Restraint and Administrative Choice. Her eyes flickered to Carver's. It seemed he had the same as her own.

"What are you trying to turn this into, some sort of Mental Assylem?" She hissed toward the Mimic, her back turned to him as the men exited the cell, the barrier locks were returned and the gravity returned to normal.

"You'll see.." The Mimic, with that twisted, sly smile stalked off. Kila shook her head. None of the planned out days seemed to make her feel any better about the place.

 

[Geryon]

Carver manages to strip off his boots and his own bloodsoaked shirt before the gravity came on. He was in the process of laying back down on his bed when the gravity flung him down rather harder than he had intended. His gaze slid off the image of Kila's partially undressed form when the janitors came in. Their forms were obscured by the gravity resistant suits they wore, but Carver thought one moved awkwardly for a human. His suspicions were confirmed when the creature lest out a beastly snarl at Kila.

"I'll figure something out, soon enough." Carver decided to wait until the cleaners had gone before attempting a response.

"You'll figure something out?" he chuckled, eyes closed lazily, arms crossed behind his head as he lay on the hard bed. "With the amount of surveillance and guard in this place, you'll be hard pressed to get out of the compund if they don't want you to. Even accomplishing that, though, I doubt you'd survive long outside anyway. The only was off is a supply ship or prisoner transport. I imagine the supply ships handle shift changes for the guards, as well. Whatever you figure out, it will undoubtedly be neither clean nor quiet..." Carver trailed off. Somewhere in there, one of his eyes had slid open and he was watching Kila. Only partially for her reaction.

 

[TaintedHeart]

"That much I know...nothing a good bit of thought can't take care of, and a bit of fire power. All I need is that, and a good bit of charm might do.." Voice kept low, just in case there was more than the cameras spying on them. She had connections. If she could make a call off to one of her old pirate friends, it might just be easier. If not, she'd have to hijack one of those transports, neighter would be easily caught, but worth it. Her thoughts of getting any of the other prisoners out were questionable. If she just happened to find her way to the control room and open all the cells, then a good bit of scrambling might give her her diversion. But once out of Pegasus, every Police Cruiser in the area would be after her, then the bounty hunters and...she smirked. One problem at a time...

Brushing back her hair, she laid on her back, crossing her legs in the air, still rather airy about the situation as she passed a glance over to Carver.

"You'd like to get out of here too, hm? I don't imagine anyone who wouldn't.." Debating weather of not she should be rid of those equally blood covered pants, she played with a strand of her hair non chalantly. And maybe after she got out, she might find something a bit more constructive to do with her life...like form a good proper resistance against the Sky dwellers of New Earth. Or she might just stay a Pirate. She smiled. Maybe.

 

[Geryon]

"Of course I want to get out," Carver grumbled quietly, "I've been here an hour and I already hate it. It's too oppressive, too confined. Being a prison, I suppose that's the idea. But I still don't like it one bit." He hauled his scarred, bulky body up off the bed, and went over to examine the invisible barrier. Sometime during the few steps it took to reach the door, Carver managed to notice the way Kila's stomach flexed when she raised her legs like that. The company could have been much worse, but it could have been much less distracting, at that.

Blocking out the images of violence and gore that seemed to accompany anything Carver found appealing, he leaned down to examine the floor and walls around the cell entrance.

"How do you think they generate these fields? I don't know much about technology, but it makes sense to think there should be some kind of..." There was a wet crack as Carver's hand smashed into the floor. In his distraction, he had brushed the gravitational barrier and was now examining a forefinger bent at a crazy angle. His face contorted slightly in extreme agony as a sick 'pop' snapped the upper half of his finger back into alignment with the lower. "You know," he said, turning back to Kila, "in all my years I have never had to do that before." He hoped it wouldn't swell too much. "Problem is," he lilted, giving up on the door and picking up a former train of thought where he had left it, "even if I did get back out, I don't know that I'd want to go back to Old Earth. I don't know where I'd go."