Galatic Prison - Pegasus 2

[AmbrosiaCaress]

(OOC: This story was originally started by another writer under the title Galatic Prison - Pegasus... that story has been abandoned, but I happened upon it as one of the participants bumped it up... hoping to renew interest... I PMed Him (Geryon) ... and we discussed this story with our own twist to it.. Since I did not want to copy what the other writer had in mind... Sooo... this is our twist on this story... (Geryon and AmbrosiaCaress)

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This is the last post... by Geryon.. for His character Carver... in that original story... this is where we are picking up the story... my first post.. which will come after this one.. will introduce my character...

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

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

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

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

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

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If you want to read the original thread.. again the name is Galatic Prison - Pegasus

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Dr. Sara Waters

~ He had nearly killed 4 of them... of the most expierenced guards within the Prison.. and this one man.. or was He more of a monster... had done more damage than perhaps a small army... Was He a monster?.. this man that called Himself... Carver... that was what Sara wanted to find out.. But....

The proper forms had to be filled out... the proper people spoken to... messages went from the Prison Warden to the Chief.. who was the Commander within the Prison itself.. to the Commissioner.. who of course was not located in the same damned galaxy as the Prison... the time it took to finally get the permission to begin testing this.. man.. called Carver... He had already been slated for use for training guards...

When the 4 came in to her.. Dr. Sara Waters was again side tracked from speaking to the Cheif about sequestering Carver for her tests... by the time she was done.. and all 4 survived... but would never be the same... hell 2 of them would never walk again despite her efforts.. knowledge.. and the resources at her... disposal... Carver was already in with the Trainee's...

Sara sprinted to the training deck... the high pitched scream of the man sent to ... face... Carver .. was heard.. shaking her head.. she tended to the man.. but he was beyond saving... and Sara had to wonder just what kind of man Carver was.. she had seen Him only once... long ago.. when He was first brought in.. and it was only a passing glimpse... she was not looking for a study subject at that time.. she had one... who ...unfortunately.. died.. a short time later...

Peering into the room from the safety of the Guard Command post.. she watched as the Trainees .. well.. trained... she tried to stop the excircise.. she did not want her subject badly wounded.. or... heaven forbid... to die... but the Commander merely laughed at her protests... He was an animal... He told her... He was good for training such as this and nothing more... but Dr. Sara Waters refused to believe that...

Carver was dragged off... but only after many... too many .. of the young.. and seemingly stupid .. trainees were dragged off first... She was amazed at the strength.. and pure brutality.. that He showed.. but in the end.. she watched as His battered... bloodied... and bruised body was hauled away... and back to His cell...

She turned to the Chief/Commander...

"I want Him moved.... to the medical ward... I will prepare cell 13 for Him.. He will not be used for such training again.. understood... "

She did not give the Commander time to answer... Carver was hers.. at least for now.. and she was determined to find out what made a man like this... tick... It was an age old question.. for humans and aliens alike... she wanted to be the one to answer that question.... for more reasons than she cared to admit..

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Name: Dr. Sara Waters

Age: 25

Race: She is a mortal Human...

Physical description: Sara stands at 5'5" tall.. with shoulder length deep red hair that falls in soft curls.. she has chocoloate brown eyes.. with golden flecks within.. giving them a flickering appearance .. especially in the right light...... she is average at 125 pounds.. with curves in all the right places.. tho not top heavy by any means.. perfect 34B breasts... a nice swell of her hips that melts into the smooth roundness of her ass..

She was born of human parents... but they were not married... her mother was gone now... having died when Sara was in her teens... . the only real family she had now was a cousin... but she rarely communicated with her... she did not know her father..not until she was an adult... but there was one small fact... her father was a murderer... a cold blooded killer... and in fact had killed her mother... Sara.. from that moment on.. vowed to find out WHY.. what made him the way he was... but he... had just recently died... hence why Sara needed a new... subject... and Carver would be it....

As for socially... Sara does have a ... man... in her life.. a pilot... who flies for the intergalatic air patrol... Sage Webb ... and Sage HATED what Sara did for a living.. hated that she LIVED in this prison full of lunitics... but she would NOT be disuaded of her goal... she would live and work there til she found the reason... for so much death... at the hands of others... in this galaxy... universe... ~

 

[Geryon]

Images of death and destruction came and went, fleeting through Carver's unconscious mind. Scenes of the things he had done, and some of those he intended yet to do. The latter had begun incorporating aspects of his latest seduction by the marvels of interstellar travel. Never again did he expect to smell the stench of burning mud huts. No, his focus was beyond the scorched skies of Old Earth, his aim was the pristine, shimmering cities of the New Intergalactic Union. He had been caged too long, without even knowing it. The irony was that here, in this prison, a scaled-down reflection of his former life, he was informed of the infinite possibilites for him, outside these walls... taught about the Celt Crescent, in particular, by his space pirate companion, Kila. Kila would help him escape, Kila would help him burn the universe!

Carver's swollen eyes popped open, staring up at the cold ceiling of his cell. Kila was gone, likely to take her turn against a batch of trainees. Dropping his booted feet to the floor beside his steel pallet, Carver assessed the damage those rookies had done to him. Bruises and scrapes, nothing more despite his monstrous appearance. He quickly peeled the blood-soaked clothing from his body, much of the blood sticky and black, from the Piorc he and Kila had been forced to... subdue. At the thought, he found himself actually hoping that Kila would be alright, hoping she would return in no worse shape than he himself... perhaps not only for the magnest embedded in her neck, not only for the fact that she was his sole hope of escape from this damned place. He hoped she would survive because he... he liked her. Carver had never been close to anyone before. In truth, not many had survived this long in his company, never mind the close quarters he and Kila constantly shared. Carver wanted to bring her back to the Celt Crescent... to the place she was betrayed. Oh yes, the bodies would pile in the streets then...

Carver's fantasizing had begun to stray from the carnage he and Kila could cause to... other fantasies he had entertained in his mind involving the woman, when the gravity in the cell suddenly intensified.

"Mister... Carver," the Robot said, entering the room in his shiny antiGrav suit, "your apearance has been requested. That is all you need to know, please follow me." The Robot was well away from Carver's cell before the gravity returned to normal, a testament to the reputation he had earned already, along with the fact that his ring of guards kept a wide berth, and their weapons aimed and ready.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Sara had prepared the Cell... ironically number 13.. number that in ancient times... had "evil" connotations surrounding it... she thought it would be ... fitting.. for a man like Carver.. she had to wonder if that was truely His name.. or a monicker that had been given to Him based on perhaps what He had been done to His.. prey... His victims... Sara did not know the exact nature of His crimes.. she had chosen not to know.. other than the fact that He was a murderer.. killing was killing... the "how" did not interest her... the "why" did... the "why" that was buried deep inside her subjects head...

The Commander... or "Chief" as he was often called.. thought the Doctor was downright insane... especially for dealing with a Killer like Carver... but the powers that be... higher up in the Galatic order than he would ever be.. saw merit in what she was trying to do... the problem of murderers in the universe.. was growing.. and planet after planet... world after world... were dealing with this growing trend... many were trying to curb this disturbing condition.. Dr. Waters was one among many.. but she was one of the few... that worked with killers directly.. in one of the worst prisons in the galaxy...

She sat in her office.. awaiting word that He had been brought down... planning her strategy... did she even have a strategy? This would be entirely different than the work she did with her... "father"... not different in what she was looking for... but a different way of handling this prisoner..

She heard the commotion as Carver was brought down to her ward... the robot leading the way.. a ring of guards.. she stood.. watching... He could not see her.. not yet... He was shuffled into the cell...

Cell 13 was a bit... different .. than the cell He perhaps was used to.. but it was no less secure...
Within there was a bed... bolted to the floor... a chair and table.. and toilet... all were bolted securely to the floor.. the bolts had been lasered off... there was no removing any of these things.. they were there permantly... the cell was light with solid cream colored walls... there were no bars.. at least not in this part of the prison... Sara knew there were bars in the darker.. deeper depths.. a pshychological thing that Sara herself had recommended... but here... between her and Carver .. there would be nothing more than a pulse shield... a high energy pulsing of sound.. beyond the ability to hear... but step into it.. and your brain would quickly be reduced to mush... just getting close to it would increase the *thrum*.. the pressure ... It was highly effective.. anything *not alive* could pass right thru... so feeding was easy.. a tray of food.. slipped thru via a "agreement" pole... a nice way of calling a long steel pole with one end razor sharp... used to force a uncooperative captive to... "agree" .. with the officers... Pretty primitive .. considering today's weapons.. but that.. again.. had been Sara's idea... she firmly believed that a show of force.... using the age old weapons of more... ancient times... worked wonders with these men....

She watched as Carver was put in the new cell.. the Pulse shield activated... the guards breathing a sigh of relief as they stepped back... that... was when Sara stepped into view...

"Greetings... Carver... my name is Dr. Sara Waters.. welcome to my side of the prison.. welcome to my.. world.. "

 

[Geryon]

Carver blinked a few times once the good doctor came in to view. A pretty little thing, she seemed pretty confident, especially next to those guards. A nerw cell? Caged in isolation, now? This was clearly a different class of confinement, with several comforts that almost made Carver feel comfortable. Maybe they would have, if chairs and beds and indoor plumbing were the kinds of things that made a man like Carver comfortable. The shields on his cell were certainly different, as well.

"Greetings... Carver... my name is Dr. Sara Waters.. welcome to my side of the prison.. welcome to my.. world.. "

Oh, this was her world, was it? So she would be sharing the tiny cell with him, then? Not such an unpleasant thought... not for Carver, at any rate. He was sure, however, that miss Waters would have a simply horrifying time. A grim smile threatened the deadly mask covering his still bloody face.

Approaching the cell entrance, a dull throb began pulsing between his temples. At first, he assumed it was the aftereffects of his beating, and ignored it. A few steps later, however, he discovered that this pain was somehow related to his proximity to the doctor. No, to the cell door. Interesting. Soon Carver was inches away from the shields, the doctor's amused, studious little smirk having dissolved as he came closer and closer. Clearly she hadn't expected Carver to be this resistant to the pain those shields could inflict. Carver knew, however, that even he couldn't maintain such close quarters with the doorway for long, though. Long enough to sieze the woman by the throat, though, and then...

No, not yet.

"What do you want... doctor?" Carver asked, turning away from the woman, the last word added almost as an afterthought. He didn't like being away from Kila. Pacing towards the back wall, he gripped the steel back of the chair on his way by, giving it a squeeze and a twist, contorting the cold bars with what seemed to be no more than a casual effort. The bolts on one of the legs had bent and nearly stripped free of their mountings. Carver leaned against the back wall of the cell, his back to the entrance, with a cold smirk. Might as well show the woman what she was dealing with.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"What do you want... doctor?"

~ Sara watched Him as He turned from the pulse shield.. but He had gotten alot closer to it than she had thought any could.. or would...
She did not answer Him right away... simply observing... The guards had backed away... but had not left yet.. they were waiting for her signal... as Carver casually bent that steel in His bare hands... she waved for the guards to leave....

For this to work.. she had to gain at least a tiny bit of the man's trust... she knew that He had become attached to a woman named... Kila... but infortunately... Kila had been killed... in the training session before His... He just did not know it yet.... Sara weighed the ramifications of telling Him now or later...best to tell Him now.. she concluded... She did not need any undo emotions getting in the way of what she wanted to learn... and what she wanted to learn was going to take some time... telling Him later would simply exaserbate the situation....

"Well... Carver.. first off.. I have some.... news... for You... I am afraid it is not... good news.... Kila... is dead... I tried to save her... but her ...injuries were just too... extensive... "

She stepped back from the pulse shield... in her hand she held a portable version of a pulse wave... same idea as the shield... if she wanted to keep someone away from her... she had to merely point it at that person and press... the pain would be excrutiating... she kept it handy in her pocket ... just in case.... these were dangerous criminals after all...

The only other weapons she had were a laser rifle.. which she hated... and an "agreement" pole... sized down a bit for her... she was pretty good at wielding that... using it like a staff... that sat in her office.. within easy reach from her desk....

She watched Carver as the words sunk in.... she had dismissed the guards because she knew He could not feasibly get past the pulse shield...and she wanted to begin to get Him used to dealing with just her.... ~

 

[Geryon]

Carver's eyes closed, a long breath escaping his body as he rested his head against the cold wall in front of him. Kila was dead? All Carver's hopes suddenly drained away, his dreams of seeing the Celt Crescent, his dreams of leaving Pegasus. Without Kila, there was no escape from the fields containing him. There was noone to provide transport off the planet... he was to either die in the confines of his cell, or die on the burning surface of the outside world, sooner or later.

"You didn't answer my question, doctor." Carver grated through his teeth, voice shaking with what he hoped the doctor took to be pain and hopelessness. He would not die in his cell, he would not die wandering the desert. The time would come to show Miss Waters what effect her news had. He would show the doctor, he would show the rest of the prison, from the guards to the higher-ups, hidden on their far-off escapes from the pressures of their flabby, aristocratic lives. Anyone who ever had anything to do with this... dungeon, they would know their mistake in sending Carver here.

Calmly, Carver turned from the wall to face Sara, taking a seat in the disfigured steel chair.

"I won't ask again... what do you want?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"I won't ask again... what do you want?"

~ she had watched His reactions closely... her trained eyes observing.. her equally trained ears hearing the hopelessness in His voice... she did not like what she heard.. but that mattered not to her... He was the one who got Himself here.. not her...

"what do I want... Carver... I want to help You..and at the same time help myself... I am not going to candy coat anything... I want to get into Your head... to see why... You have done what You have done in Your life... I want to find out what makes You kill... and... I am not interested in Your... conscious... reasonings... I am interested in Your sub-conscious....

Cooperate with me... and I can see Your way off this god forsaken place.... "

This was a little peice of information that Sara had NOT told the Warden... The Cheif... or the Commissioner... If her studies uncovered what she was looking for... she could "cure" Him.. and He indeed could be free'd... She had just observed His reactions to the news of Kila's death... He had some feelings in there somewhere... she just had to get into those... and into the deeper recessess of His brain.. if she could...

Then again... if He did what she really wanted... she would set Him free on the rest of the... universe... regardless... but that.. was a whole other issue... and a hidden one...

"You learn to trust me... and perhaps I can get You time out of that cell as well... Carver... "

That she could do as well... but she had to gain His trust... she hoped...

There was a small peice of information she was not telling Carver.. not right now at least... something she would reveal in all due time.. a hidden agenda... she had hoped to use her last subject... who just happened to be her father... to achieve her goal... but He had died... and ... to be honest... He had not been... vicious enough... Dr. Sara Waters had killed Him...herself... to make way for Carver....

From the first moment she had laid eyes on the Killer.. she knew He would be the one to help her in her... plans... both for dissecting the mind of a killer... as well as honing that... instinct... for her own needs... He was brutal enought... He was vicious enough... He was perfect...

But most of that was ... well hidden... and no one.... had any idea... they all saw Dr. Sara Waters as a saint trying to find the cause of all killing... of all the death in the worlds these days... and she was.. but not before causing a little more death herself... namely the Cheif.. the Commander/Chief she hated so much... but that was her own agenda... She first had to begin her tests... to see if Carver were the killer she thought He was... and to gain His trust... to kill the Commander meant killing His entire family... wife and son and daughter... and getting to them... was nearly impossible.. He was the most powerful man on the planet.. in charge of the most hated... and feared... Prison .. in the galaxy....

Could Carver do it? Sara would find out.. all in due time... ~

 

[Geryon]

To get in his head? Was that all? Was it so simple? Carver almost laughed. The inside of his head would likely drive the woman as insane as he was.

"Alright, Miss Waters," Carver grated, the doctor's taunts of freedom fanning the flames of his aggression, "I'll sit here and answer your questions, I'll listen to your silly assessments, but I don't want any guards in here. Maybe you could get this shield taken down, too, hmm? It gives me such a headache, I don't know how well i can think back to my past, and all that stuff you therapists need to know..."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"It's not as easy as asking questions... and *silly* assessments... but that will be part of it... for the moment tho... it is more of a get to know each other type of thing... I knew my last... subject... very well... yet I still could not get what I was looking for out of Him... before He died... "

She would not elaborate on that any further... if Carver asked... perhaps she would... but for the moment... that was all the info He needed....

Dr. Waters believed that she could control the Killer... she had easy control over her father... her last subject... she truely thought she could exert the same control over Carver... altho she sensed His.... hatred... and aggression.. already... she stood for a moment... her mind racing.. she wanted to settle His aggression if she could.. talking with Him when He was like this would produce nothing.. maybe she should have gone with her first idea ... He had been close to that space pirate Kila... He had let her in.. even if just a little.. her first thought had been to use Kila as a "plant" for her... but the girl had refused... and been killed for it... a little tidbit of information that Sara would NOT tell Him... it had not been her idea in the first place... SHE wanted to be the *plant* in His cell.. gain His trust.. it was the Cheif's idea to try the pirate.. her idea had been to use herself... HIs.. was to use Kila.. that .. had only made matters worse.. since Kila's death was obviously having a negative effect on Carver...

The galaxy would be soooo much better off without the Cheif.. at least that's what Sara believed.. she hated him that much...

"Listen... I know your not happy... hell this place sucks... but being in here is better than out in the general population.... I provide Your food... and anything else You may need... within reason of course... you talk with me.. yes there will be questions... some physical tests... it really is not all that bad... Carver.. "

What she did not tell Him was.. all the tests.. physical..physcological.. chemical...mental... were meant to break Him down... to get Him dependent on her... to break thru His outer conscious so she could get into the inner mind.. NOT an easy thing... she already knew Carver was more intelligent than her own father had been... ~