Raxxis : Prison Planet

[Vibro repairman]

(You can find an OOC thread for this here.

Governor-Warden Kale Marshal was a tall, well-set man, in his early forties. He might have been described as handsome, though the cold expression he wore combined with the calculating look so often held in his dark brown eyes gave his features an unsettling appearance. His black hair was cut short, with only a few greys at his temple, and he was dressed in a fashionable black suit, with silver cufflinks set with black opals, and with a black silk shirt and tie beneath, so the only dash of colour in his otherwise monochrome garb was the navy blue small triangle of a hankerchief poking out of his jackets left breast pocket.

He was the head of one of the districts on Raxxis, a similar position held by eleven peers, each given a portion of the prison facilities that criss-crossed the surface of the planet. Raxxis was the largest and most sophisticated high security prison in the Star Confederacy, and famous - or infamous - for the numerous ill-fated escape attempts that had been made in the past. The prisons held an incarcerated population that dwarfed many of the Confederacies larger colony planets, and that population was put to good use in various forced-labour factories which produced a wide range of goods, from clothing to gunshell cases.

Raxxis was still largely an alien planet, despite its role as keeper of the Confederacies worst lawbreakers. The jungle-like terrain that covered the majority of Raxxis held many dangers, from virulent diseases to poisonous animals. It was in part to the deadly landscape that Raxxis was chosen as a prison-planet, for it was deemed too dangerous to colonise despite the breathable atmosphere. Orbitting the planet was a string of satellites armed with powerful sensors, lasers and plasma missile launchers, which could reduce to space slag any vessel foolish enough to come into range without the proper identification codes.

He sipped from a slender crystal glass, savouring the imported sherry, as he reviewed the latest batch of prisoners his facility was about to receive, their holographic files flitting through the air above his desk. Typical trash, hardly worth an imprisonment sentence - most he considered should have been simply executed and had it done with. There wasn't one amongst them with a term of less than twenty standard years. "Next," he instructed again, the last file whisked aside to be replaced with the following.

He paused as he came to one entry, looking at the blue-tinted holo-image of one of the inbound prisoners. Female, 24 standard years of age. A looker, with a slender yet shapely build. A long list of terrorist activities accompanied the image, the numbers and letters scrolling through mid air beside her rotating picture. Someone who obviously hated the system and had gone to great lengths to try and change it - though such idealism was futile, he mused, as the Star Confederacy was well cemented as the governing body and dictated the lives of trillions, an empire that spanned almost a quarter of the galaxy and encompassed over three hundred habitable planets.

Now, like the other prisoners here, she would have even what little freedom the Confederacy granted its citizens that she had left stripped from her. She would be fitted with a tag-collar, standard prisoner issue which did a lot more than merely keep track of her position on Raxxis to within an accuracy of six centimetres. Neural-nanowires in the back of the collar would connect a tiny but powerful programmable limited artificial intelligence chip to her cerebral cortex and central nervous system, which could over-ride and control in a fashion a prisoners body, as well as deliver sensations of punishing pain without causing actual physical harm. This effectively could make a prisoner an efficient forced-labourer biological robot, and the prison factories made good use of this for their production runs, though it had other uses which were not so often advertised. The collar also held a small bundle of micro-explosives - the use of which was made patently clear to each and every prisoner, if it wasn't obvious enough.

The Governor-Wardens had wide control on Raxxis. As long as the production quota's were met - and they often got surpassed - and as long as their were no serious breaches of security, they had free reign over proceedings on the planet. It was well rumoured that they abused this position of authority, but the Star Confederacy turned a blind eye to such stories, and the few times investigations had been called in the past they were were half-hearted, with plenty of warning so anything that might embarrass the Confederacy could be shuffled out of the investigators way.

 

[ozme52]

Suresh Sosheru Souesh

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Suresh Sosheru Souesh.

Humanoid of course, aren't we all? My people are tall and slender, long limbed, but extremely strong. Our skin and hair are the color of alabaster but we are not... 'delicate.'

The Confederacy doesn't know us well, just a few who ply our trade among the stars. Our homeworld's location is remains hidden. Nor are we more than entrepeneurs within the Confederacy. Sometime traders and sometime pirates, as need arises. Certainly not a threat, barely a nuisance. When the Confedracy does deal with us, they deal with us as individuals.

We are, as you, merely humans. We differ due to generations upon generations of breeding exposed to planetary conditions that selected a different path from most of the humans in the galaxy. We are by no means "super-powered" in anyway but we do have a few unique abilities which we don't talk about much. If you don't know, we can use them to our advantage.

I have been on Raxxis for quite awhile, a misunderstanding between a freighter captain and myself. I maintain I was exercising my right to salvage. She said I caused her to be salvagable. Of course, I didn't realize I was so near a battlegroup when "the accident" occurred. Naturally and literally, they saw it her way.

Within the prison community, most leave me alone. Those who challenge me rarely do so more than once.

I am Suresh Sosheru Souesh.

 

[ozme52]

Suresh Sosheru Souesh

I looked up from the holo-novel I was playing. The roar of thrusters had caught my attention. Not the heavy thrusters of a freighter bringing in supplies. These had the tone of something much lighter. Lighter and nimble. A transport shuttle.

New meat was arriving.

 

[little_golden]

Tasha Leclerc - Prisoner A67754B6

Tasha Leclerc whispered to herself in her small prison cell.

"I'm innocent"

She wasn't sure if she was being watched or not. All the cells could be observed upon from the main computers but the problem for the guards was how do they watch so many cells at once.

The small reflective surface was built into the wall and allowed her to inspect herself. She knew she was cute and attractive to the other inmates and hell even the guards too. This was what was keeping her alive. Her lovely red hair reached almost to her feet and she wore it with pride. It probably the only thing she had that was truly her own in this hell hole of a prison.

Tasha smiled and whispered to herself some unknown mutterings. Then seconds later, she was screaming and yelling in a rage.

"That filthy bastard deserved it... I killed him... I'd do it again... I caught him with that damn alien bitch! I killed him!"

The switch in Tasha's mind had flipped at the memory of that awful night when she had caught her man with that alien woman. She had gone nuts and carved him with a razor sharp space knife. It had been messy and brutal......

Tasha was now screaming..... as she bounced around the prison cell. After several minutes... she flipped back into her quiet self....

 

[Drinking Cap]

"This is your stop, dirtbag" The guard said as he pulled the craft up to the Warden's office. Terry sat in the back stewing. If he was free he'd have taken a sonic drill to anybody who spoke to him like that. Christ, he had guys who'd do it for him. Here though he was just another caged animal.

Well, not quite just another inmate. Most inmates didn't have chaffeured meetings with the Warden. Terry waited for the guard to go around to the back door where he promptly threw the door opened, grabbed Terry by the neck and tossed him out onto the street.

Terry looked at the guard menacingly as he drove off.

"He better pray we never meet offworld" He muttered as he used his handcuffed hands to brace himself as he stood up. He hated how tightassed the Warden was about meeting. Was Terry going to risk his good thing by trying to take the Warden? No. But still he had to be cuffed. He walked up to the door of the Warden's impressive work quarters and prepared to be scanned by the security system

"Name and purpose for visit" came the voice of the guard from behind the door

"I'm Beth Fuckin' Thompson and I'm selling fucking girl scout cookies. Open the doah, screw" They'd gone through this routine a dozen times.

"Aiighh!!" Terry yelled as pain shot through every cell in his body, dropping him to his knees. That stupid fucking collar.

"One more time, Jerk-off. Name and purpose for visit"

"I'm Terrance Sullivan, prisoner ASB1332765 and I'm here to see the wahden." This did it as the doors slowly slid open, revealing the warden's office. Everything was state of the art and the height of luxury. It was the type of place Terry had been used to before his incarceration. He was shown into the Warden's office and sat down across from him.

"What do you want, Sullivan?" The Warden didn't even look up from the files he was studying

"Well, Wahden, first of all I'm sure you'll be happy to heah that 100,000 credits again happened to find their way into your private accounts this month." Terry started with this, hoping to draw the Warden's attention to no avail "And again, I received my shipment of goods right on time."

"Is there a point to this?" Again the Warden spoke without looking at Terry

"Well, Wahden sir, we have a mutually beneficial relationship, right? And for our relationship to be as mutually satisfying as possible there has to be give and take. I give you money, you let me live as large as is possible. I rat on any trouble stirred up by Resistance gahbage and you let me out of work, right?"

Still no response

"So anyways for our relationship to work as well as it can I have to maintain the respect of my guys. And this new guard you have working sector H-8 is not showing me any respect. My boy, Davey McIntosh, was walking back to his place with some swag I'd given him and this new cowboy of a guard of yours stopped him, searched him and collared him. Now, this is really no good for me. So, I'd ask you, please, to rein in your animals and tell all of your new screws that if a guy has a black shamrock tattooed on his arm then he's off limits!" Terry raised his voice with this last sentence and that immediately got him a disapproving glare from the Warden. Terry knew that talking to the warden like that was risky at the best of times so he quickly regained his composure.

"You know, as a personal favour to me?"

 

[Alerdene]

Elayia Jadin

I awoke from my dazed slumber with a start, my hand darting out to grasp the other woman's wrist, twisting hard until the stranger's hand was removed from my pocket, the owner whimpering in pain. The stranger quickly sidled away when her wrist was released, mumbling to herself.

I sat up straighter, the throbbing in my head dulling only slightly as I looked around, confused. Where was I? A few other people were scattered around, sitting far from each other in most cases. All had one thing in common, well two really. The first was the fact that their hands and feet were tethered together, making movement a pain in the ass. The second was the hardened, yet somewhat haunted look in most of their eyes, as if they were doomed and could do nothing about it. Looking down, I realized that I was similarly tethered and my fair skin blanched even more as I began to remember.

We'd gone that night to destroy a communications building, a routine assignment, shouldn't have been a snag. But nothing had gone right. There were more guards then there should have been, they'd been much more heavily armed then normal. A gasp escaped my lips as I remembered the sight of Anil's head being blown apart. That sight had been my downfall. Standing there, my mouth open in shock, I never saw the man come up behind me, the baton in his hand smashing into the back of my head. I never saw the ground come up at me as I crumpled down to meet it. I never heard his gleeful cackle as he realized who he'd managed to capture alive.

Shaking the memories away, I looked around again, and closed my eyes in dread when I realized it wasn't a mistake.. it had happened. I'd let my guard slip for just a moment, and the unthinkable had happened.. I was on my way to Raxxis. The worst possible choice for my imprisonment. Though I had no intention of staying long. How I would manage that I had no idea, but the thought of living out the rest of my days in a cage, held no appeal at all. I was sure there must be some of our people here, and I'd do my damnest to find them.

Realizing the transport had slowed, I stood and shook my wild mane of raven hair out around me, my emerald eyes sparkling as I waited for a look at my temporary new home.

 

[Vibro repairman]

"You know, as a personal favour to me?"

"Very well, Mr Sullivan," replied Marshal after a pause, his glare fading, "I will see to it. Oh, and since you are here... you might as well know their will be another seven bunks in your cell block filled tonight. The transport shuttle is on final approach to the landing bay as we speak."

He finally turned to face Terry fully, waving a hand over a nondescript corner of the desk turning off the floating holo-files, which disappeared with a faint flicker.

"Would you like something to drink?" he asked, moving to the antique teak drinks cabinet to refill his own glass.

***

The shuttle made a perfect approach run - helped by a guidance computer and the pilots stark knowledge of what would occur if there was any deviation from it. There was a hiss of hydrolics as the landing gear descended, and the shuttle contacted the platform with a slight bump before settling down, engines powering down.

Security drones, black reflective spheres some half a meter in diameter, hovered in the air about the brightly-lit landing bay, and half a dozen guards in full black riot armour armed with pulse pistols and energy batons stood waiting, as the shuttle door slid open, and the ramp extended to meet the passengers about to get out. A security drone moved forward.

"Disembark the shuttle in single file," the drones cold artificial voice stated loudly. The new prisoners would first be processed before they were delivered to their new homes.

 

[Alerdene]

Elayia

"Disembark the shuttle in single file,"

I waited until the other few people had shuffled forward before I moved, falling slowly into place behind the last man. My eyes moved casually over the surroundings, taking in everything I could possibly remember. The guards looked intimidating, but then again, that was their job. But they were only people. They could make mistakes. The drones however, they were a different story, and I was curious as to their power.

It didn't take long to find out, as the woman who had awoken me darted out of line, screaming about not supposed to have been here. She ran right up to the guards and grabbed one, screaming at him, and the man didn't even move. In fact he stood rather still in light of the fact a crazed woman was pulling on him. Suddenly as a bright light flashed with no warning from the closest drone, slamming into the woman's back, knocking her to the ground, it became apparent why. When she hit the ground, dazed, rather then hurt, he finally stepped forward and drug her back into line. A cold voice came from him as he did so.

Anyone else think they don't belong here? Wish to come and tell me? No? Good then.

I stood quietly while one of the men checked a list and counted us quickly. A moment later the drone was barking orders again about following a line on the floor that disappeared through a closed door to our left. We quietly walked in that direction, the guards following to the side and behind us. The door slid open as the first of us reached it and we entered a long hallway, continuing down it. As the door slid shut with a quiet whoosh, I finally flinched, realizing I was really here. Raxxis. The most notorious prison in the Confederacy. Ugly rumors floated around about things that went on here and it was certainly the last place anyone wished to be taken to. Death would likely have been preferable. But here I was. And I'd make the best of it until I could find a way out. A way out. That hope would keep me going. A way out.

 

[Jenn1982]

Alena Dominquez

Alena watched as the woman who seemed to be asleep grabbed the would-be thief's hand. She'd spent most of the time on the transport studying the other passengers, deciding which she should avoid and which ones she should try to align herself with. She could tell some of these prisoners probably wouldn't last long once they got to Raxxis. A few months ago she wouldn't have believed she was about to be imprisoned on Raxxis. She at least found some comfort in the fact that the man who had set her up would die a slow and painful death at the hands of a few of her fellow gang members.

Alena felt the shuttle stop and stood up along with the other prisoners.

"Disembark the shuttle in single file,"

Alena was one of the first ones out, glad to escape the stifling confines of the shuttle. I glanced briefly at the guards and drones that surrounded us. There was a commotion towards the back of the line and I saw the prisoner who'd been trying to pick pockets being dragged back into the line. I kept my head down as the guards barked orders and we were ushered down the long hallway to a room where we stripped down before moving into a shower of cleansing foam. The shower had caused my black hair to cling to my back and neck and I fought the urge to brush it out with my fingers. Finally a guard gave me an orange jumpsuit and a pair of boots. I dressed hurriedly; glad to have something to cover my body. We waited in line as the rest of the prisoners finished the process and I took the chance to run my fingers through my hair. I looked back down the line and saw the last prisoner finish putting on her boots and stand up.

"The warden will be here shortly to speak to all of you." one of the guards said with a sneer.

 

[Alerdene]

Elayia

We reached a room and entered in, the drones not following, though the guards did. We were ordered to strip and hand over any personal belongings that we had managed to sneak in on the transport. I stripped my clothes off, leaving them where they fell, and stepped into the foam. I ignored all of the leering stares from the guards and let the foam surround me, relishing the way it felt. My skin was fair, save for a bruise here and there from my capture. My hair jet black that shined in the light as I slicked it back, long and wild around me. As the foam dripped off me and I stepped away from the misters, a small tattoo appeared on the small of my back. A small artfully done dragon perched there in mid-flight, a glistening crimson colored jewel clutched in one claw.

As I stepped forward, a guard who had been watching me for a long while stepped forward and grabbed my chin. I stood staring at him, unmoving, silent.

Open your mouth. Now.

I ignored him and attempted to jerk my chin away from him. But he tightened his grip, causing me to gasp slightly, my mouth opening just enough for his finger to go in. Closing my eyes in frustration, I spit the ring out at him, opening them just in time to see him smile in triumph.

That's what I thought. Contraband already. I can see we'll be keeping a close eye on you won't we. I've no doubt the warden will like to see this.

He pocketed the ring. Anil's ring. And I merely stood there, once again saying nothing. Until he threw the orange bodysuit and boots at me. I decided I'd been good long enough, and I tilted my head slightly and looked up at him.

Orange really isn't my color, do you have anything else?

 

[Drinking Cap]

"Wahden, I live on this fucking hell-hole. I could always use something to drink" Terry smirked. Even on Raxxis money spoke and spoke eloquently. Terry leaned back in the plush chair as the warden poured a goblet of sherry and put it on the table in front of Terry's knees. Terry tried to reach for it but the bindings on his hand prevented him from grasping it.

"Uh, wahden, if you don't mind?" Terry gestured towards his hands.

"Mmm, yes of course," the warden murmured and after a press of a button the handcuffs popped off Terry's wrists. He picked up the sherry and took a sip. It tasted like freedom.

"Good stuff. It's Chateau D'arkas, right? In the Terissan system? Good to see you're spending my money wisely." Terry joked. This stuff was a good thousand a bottle, easy.

Terry relaxed back and finished his drink. In these surroundings, with this drink he could almost forget he was imprisoned on the toughest planet in the entire galaxy.

"You know, if my block is picking up seven fish any chance I could tag along and maybe suggest a few? We're really hurting for some new girls. The one decent looking broad in the whole fucking cell block is totally fucking batshit crazy."

 

[Vibro repairman]

"I don't think that wise, Mr Sullivan," Marshal replied, "but rest assured, there are two prime candidates amongst the new arrivals who I have already picked out which I trust you will find... quite satisfactory."

He turned, waving a hand over his desk, fingers brushing over the imbedded keyboard with delicate skill, calling up the relevant files. The air shimmered as the holofiles appeared side by side.

"Elayia Jadin, a young lady whose terrorist activities have earnt her quite a long stay here, and Alena Dominquez, for narcotics," the Governor-Warden stated, letting his guest look over the three-dimensional images. "Both have... potential."

"They should have passed through basic processing by now," he added, glancing at his watch, before moving across to a corner of the room with a low holo-projector pedestal. It would send his image and voice to the room where the prisoners would be gathered for their 'welcome speech.'

As if on cue, a message came through the officer commstation on his desk. "All new prisoners accounted for, Governor-Warden," said the security aide's voice. "Ready for you, sir."

Stepping up onto the platform, hands folded together at his waist, Marhsal began his address.

"I am Governor-Warden Marhsal, head of district seven where you are about to find you new accomodations for your stay on Raxxis," he began.

"You have all no doubt heard many rumours concerning our facilities here - but I will concern you only with the facts.

"No-one has ever escaped, nor do I forsee such attempts to be successful in the future. We have pioneered many of the security measures that are enforced in other prisons within the Star Confederacy.

"The regulations you will adhere to are, to the large extent, common sense. If you are unfortunate enough to lack such, then your stay may well be difficult, and I hope this will not be the case.

"You will be fitted with a 'tag-collar'... this is a security measure, and will keep track of your location, as well as act as a... precautionary measure to any severe misjudgements you might make. It is also fitted with a number of shaped mini-explosive charges, that will I trust not be necessary to use.

"Anything else... you will be informed of, as the situation arises.

"... and lastly, welcome to Raxxis."

 

[ozme52]

Souresh

If new meat was arriving, I'd have to look in on Tasha. New meat invariably tried to take advantage of her. When that happened, someone would suffer and I liked to make sure it wasn't Tasha.

You might say Tasha was of two minds.

The one, a kind gentle soul who didn't belong on Raxxis. I had discovered she had some training in xeno-botany and an affinity for herbs and medicinals. I helped her develop a small black market business, a sort of apothecary. Her skills, my contacts and "abilities," we actually managed to live in relative comfort. This Tasha was easy prey for the types of people sent to Raxxis.

The other Tasha was a raging maniac, vengeful and dangerous. But the result for her would be the same, save that she'd suffer at the hands of the guards, punishment for the damage she could do to unsuspecting murderers and rapists.

Both Tashas were excellent allies in this hellhole of a planet. Both Tashas were beautiful. Most importantly, both Tashas were my friend.

I remembered when I first saw Tasha. She had been accosted by members of the Black Shamrocks. She'd killed three, much to their surprise, but her switch had flipped (though I didn't understand at the time,) and she was cowering in the corner.

Taken by Tasha's beauty, I intervened. They backed down. I'd tangled with the Shamrocks before and I don't think they had the will to face both of us together, considering that three of them had already died, even without my assistance.

After they departed, the next thing I knew, Tasha was on my back trying to tear my head off my neck. Fortunately, she failed. We've been partners of a sort ever since...

"Tasha?" Even after all this time, I'm careful when I approach. It's never a good idea to take Tasha for granted.

 

[Drinking Cap]

Terry sat back as he watched the Warden show him the list of new prisoners, then give his speech. You had to hand it to the prick, he knew how to break their spirit right off the transport.

Terry let his mind drift back to his own first day on the planet. He'd been despondent and depressed, thinking that he'd spend the next 10 years of his life locked away from all of the luxury, power and respect he'd commanded. The collars and the drones hadn't bothered him, Terry wasn't planning on rocking the boat, but the thought of not being able to do as he pleased, or hop in his personal star cruiser and go where he pleased, hurt him terribly.

Now that he had been here for a few years, Terry knew his big concerns had been unfounded. A few of the Shamrocks had already been here and they had all immediately deferred to Terry's leadership. He lived a pretty sweet life and had the respect of just about everyone on planet, even the Warden.

What's more, Terry could now see the light at the end of his tunnel. His sentence was only for four more years and he was almost certainly going to get those remaining years cut in half because he had been "rehabilitated". As long as he kept the Warden happy, the guards happy and kept up the respect of his crew he'd be breathing free air in 26 months.

It was keeping up the respect of his crew that worried him. He'd lost a couple boys recently and the cunt that had fragged them was still alive. His money bought him access and supplies but the Warden would never sanction his putting a hit out on someone. The guys killed had been guys initiated on Raxxis, they hadn't even gotten their Shamrocks yet, but he knew his crew was looking to him to settle the score with that crazy bitch.

Terry stood up as the Warden finished his speech.

"Alright Warden, as always, nice talking with you. Make sure the guard bringing the fish to my block brings Jadin and Dominquez up to see me when they get there."

Within minutes Sullivan was speeding back to his cell block. His eyes alight with all the fun and cash the two new girls would mean.

 

[Alerdene]

Elayia

I didn't even flinch as the hand swung towards me, connecting with my cheek and sending me spinning towards the floor. Lights exploded behind my eyes, and I didn't fully understand why I didn't go crashing into the floor, until I felt the pain in my head and realized he'd grabbed a handful of hair to keep me upright. I staggered slightly until I caught my balance, his hand twisted in my hair as he leaned close to me and spoke.

For one who was just caught with illegal contraband already, you've sure got a mouth on ya don't ya. Better watch out or we'll put it to better use.

He let go of my hair and pointed the jumpsuit which I had dropped.

It's that... *evil smile* or it's nothing. Your pick.

He took a step back and spoke a bit louder, being sure everyone could hear, though most had kept their eyes averted during the brief confrontation.

You really should be careful in here, the floor is slick, if I hadn't caught you just now, you'd have had a nasty spill.

I said nothing, though I had a hundred replies I'd like to spit at him. Shaking my hair out, I stared at him as I stepped into the jumpsuit and fastened it up. As I was putting the boots on, the warden's voice jumped out at me, and I listened with a hint of resignation coming to my eyes. A collar. Great. Caged and collared. I wondered what other fun I'd have to look forward to. My eyes flashed to the guard who had hit me and his small badge number was imprinted on my brain forever. Offering him a dazzling smile, I finished lacing my boots and stood, giving him an old fashioned salute as I straightened, standing and waiting with the other prisoners.

 

[little_golden]

Tasha was in her quiet state and now simply looked around the cell with a blank look on her face. This place was a living hell hole. It was some type of private enterprise penal station. The place was loaded with cameras, drones and guards. To her knowledge there hadn't been a successful escape attempt. The biggest problem even it you made it out of your cell, out of your block, outside of the main complex, was the deactivation of the collar and transport away from the colony.

It was a small relief that she had a friend in Scourish. He was someone she could talk with, do some recreation with, and they even managed a little black market activity together. She used her funds little things (like cosmetics, perfume, jewelry, drugs, tech, chocolate, herbs, and herbal supplies).

Tasha hated the members of the Black Shamrocks. The reasons were still fuzzy to her as she sometimes suffered from blackouts and losses of memory. She knew that she had prostituted herself a few times to several of the members but didn't remember why one sex session had gone so bad....


Scourish's soothing voice came from nowhere:

"Tasha?"

As she turned and saw Scourish coming towards her cell. Tasha replied softly:

"Hi.... I hear there are new prisoners arriving.... looks like it will be another dark day at Raxis!"

"Did you see any of the new meat? What do you think? New customers for us or what?"

 

[ozme52]

Souresh

"No, I haven't seen them yet. But they will undoubtedly need our services. Soothing unguents and linaments certainly. They will no doubt endure several beatings between the guards and the Shamrocks...."

I stepped up be hind Tasha and let my fingers trace along her shoulders and arms, following the outlines of her unusual tattoos.

I let my fingers drift down her flanks and to the top of her hips as I leaned over her shoulder and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

 

[Drinking Cap]

Terry walked his way through the prison, with one of the guards accompanying him. They made their way onto the elevator.

"All the way to the top, right Sully?" the guard asked.

Terry thought on this for a second.

"No, take me to level 3 for a second. Just a quick stop to make."

The guard rolled his eyes.

"Terry, you know I can't let you waste that girl"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just going to have a word." The guard instructed the computer to go to level three and within seconds he stepped off the elevator and walked to Leclerc's cell. He banged on the door.

"Hey Leclerc," he shouted "You betta hope you never see the light of day again because if I evah see you outside of this cell I'll take your fucking head off!!!"

With that said Terry walked back to the elevator and made his way to the top floor of the complex. The apartment he stepped into was supposed to be the office of the head guard but Terry had converted it into his own headquarters. There was a luxury bedroom, bathroom, a full kitchen and all the modern technological gadgets he could swing. As he walked in he saw some of his guys were playing cards.

"Three stars" said Mickey Finn as he put his cards on the table. Mickey had been one of the Shamrocks top smugglers on the outside.

"6 planets" said Dooley. Dooley had been involved in narcotics on the outside. On the inside he just used them.

"Full fuckin' system" said the giant mass of muscle known as Joey Bricks. Joey had been genetically engineered at birth and was built for killing. He had made dozens of hits for Terry's father and was Terry's bodyguard and right-hand man here on Raxxis. He also had cybernetic eyes that could see right through cards. Dooley and Mickey hadn't learned that yet.

"Alright boys, I hate to break up this little tea pahty but we're getting some new girls sent up here tonight so you're going to have to split."

"Aw come on" Dooley whined as he chopped out a line of Cosmos. "I haven't gotten laid in months"

"That's not what the guy in the cell next to yours says" Joked Mickey. Dooley went down and snorted the line off of the card table.

"This isn't a discussion guys. You all have shit to do. Dools, you should be collecting from the people who deal that gahbage for us. Mick, if a new transport shuttle came in that means we should have a new shipment coming in. Get one of the guards to take you to the landing pad. Bricksy, go talk to Abby and make sure she's got enough supplies and space to handle two new girls."

The three guys got up from the table and made their way to the cell door.

"Alright, but once you're done with the new girls I get first dibs" Dooley whined

"Dools, the only thing you have first dibs on is a long fall down the elevator shaft if I find out you've been snorting away our profits." Terry kicked back on the couch and turned on the Holovid projector. He was just biding his time now.

 

[Vibro repairman]

Kale Marshal sat down in his leather chair, calling up the relevant files to make the necessary arrangements for Elayia and Alena's accomodations in near the sector where Terry Sullivan was sequestered in his more luxurious 'cell' than the general prison population, then brought up the recorded images from the camera in the shower processing block. He watched as they stripped off the garments they had been transported in, and went beneath the nano-foam sprayers, the foam clinging enticeingly to the shapely curves of his two intended test subjects, and again he had to agree with himself that yes, indeed, there was a good deal of potential there.

Of course, the pair of new arrivals were not the only ones he was considering. District seven on Raxxis, his dominion, held several other likely targets. There was one in particular, Tasha Leclerc, who had gained his interest after her file had been ammended and passed his desk, because she had had a run in with three other inmates - which had left all three of them in the sector morgue. A fiery red-head would make an intriguing subject. Her psych-review file afterwards also indicated she had a split personality disorder though, which gave him reason to pause, as he was unsure what effect that would have on what he had in mind. It had taken him several bribes and careful wheedling of contacts to put together the programming files he had obtained, a task which had not been easy despite his official status. Nonetheless, he had them now, and was quite eager to put them to the test.

 

[Alerdene]

Elayia

Once the warden's speech was over, we were left standing for a long moment, perhaps to let his words sink in; but soon enough, we were herded off towards the back of the room and through another door. This room was enough to give me pause as it was full of chairs with clamps positioned at the feet and ankles and I scowled as I saw the counter along one side. Lined up along the counter were the dreaded collars and though they looked harmless enough, I knew better and my skin began tingling.

We were instructed to have a seat in a chair and no one argued, merely sitting down, resigned to their fate. I glanced up once and saw the guard from earlier close to me, his eyes locked onto mine, a look in them daring me to disobey. My eyes never leaving his I sank into a chair and tried not to flinch as the clamps locked around my wrists and ankles the moment I settled in.

A door slid open and a man walked in and smiled at all of us. He began speaking and I half-listened while I examined the other prisoners. The thief was there, still looking half stunned from her excursion with the drones. Another woman sat in the far chair, black hair and quite attractive; her eyes moved around the room as well and caught mine once, not lingering but quickly moving on. I looked at the rest and filed away what information I could about them. The man had stopped talking after explaining the collars and I glanced back up at him, my brain absorbing his words as well. He had explained a few of the collar's functions, though I had no doubt there were some left to surprise us, and also why we were clamped down. Apparently the fastening of the collar caused some a small bit of pain as it attuned itself to them and it was for our own 'safety'. I nearly snorted with amusement at this.

Apparently it didn't take any scientific knowledge to fasten the collars on, as each guard took one and approached a prisoner with it. My new and dearest friend, Badge #LFN8965 smiled at me as he approached. He stood behind me and gently lifted my long hair, his hands running through it as he leaned over to whisper in my ear.

Are you ready for some fun?

I nearly stopped breathing as the collar fastened around my neck with a short click. I sat there for a long second and finally let my breath out. That was it? A little click? They needed clamps for that? Suddenly across the room however, one of the men prisoners began thrashing wildly in his chair, his eyes wide and a snarl coming out of his mouth. I didn't have any longer to watch because it was at that point that something in the back of the collar activated and my back arched in surprise as something tiny pierced my sensitive skin. My fingers clamped down on the arms of the chair as the miniscule probes pushed in a bit farther causing me to gasp as they began sending sensations shooting through me as they adjusted to me. I bit my lip to stop from crying out... not in pain.. though that was certainly present. I'd rather die before these people found out about my 'weakness'. I certainly considered it a weakness anyway. My eyes closed and tried to block out the sensations as they invaded me, my breath coming in short pants, a warmth flushing over me.

Suddenly it stopped and my eyes flashed open. Swallowing hard I glanced around and saw the guard staring at me with bemusement. Most of the other prisoners were slumped in their chair, grimaces across their face. I looked back to the guard, more composed now, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach and arched an eyebrow at his amused expression.

That was it? That wasn't so bad.

He chuckled and leaned close to me, putting his hand on my shoulder as he exclaimed to the rest of the room.

Boys, I think we have a winner here. The little lady didn't seem to mind her new closest friend. In fact... from her flushed face I'd say she might have liked it..

I said nothing, my eyes flashing, determined not to give him a yes or a no in answer to his inquisitive statement. He needed no answer though, he was observant and it was rather easy to notice my very different reaction to the probes on the collar then the other prisoners had. The clamps suddenly released and I was out of the chair in a flash, trying to shake off any lingering... feelings that were coursing through me. Prodded into a line again, though most were moving slowly now, we were ushered out yet again.

 

[little_golden]

Tasha listened to her friend Souresh who replied:

"No, I haven't seen them yet. But they will undoubtedly need our services. Soothing unguents and linaments certainly. They will no doubt endure several beatings between the guards and the Shamrocks...."

Customers... That's good... But they bring new problems too ... I hope we can handle them..... Tasha thought privately as she finished listening to Souresh.

At that moment she could feel his gentle warm fingers running slowly across her shoulders and arms, as if, tracing the outlines of her unusual tattoos. Tasha was silent and didn't move. She felt his fingers drifting down her to sides, hips and then a soft light kiss to her cheek. It was gentle and kind - so strange and ironic for this hell hole of a prison.

The moment was rudely shattered by a loud voice from down the hall which had a soft metallic echo as it bounced along the thick metal walls:

"Hey Leclerc! .. You betta hope you never see the light of day again because if I evah see you outside of this cell I'll take your fucking head off!!!"

"Damn Shamrock.... Go fuck yourself! ... Damn asshole! You come here and say that... I'd blow your fucking headoff!!!!!" Tasha screamed as she flipped into her dark personality. In the back of her mind she knew she'd never have a blaster but that didn't matter. She could always shive the bastard with a homemade knife or a shard of glass or metal.

"We got to kill more of them Shamrock bastards!" she announced viciously to Souresh.

"Kill them all....! Let's kill them...." Tasha screamed out over and over.

 

[ozme52]

Souresh

I had no sooner began the "grooming" my people do as a prelude to sex, what most humans call foreplay, than Terrence Sullivan, I recognized the fucker's voice, yelled threats through the door.

Tahsa flipped and I knew it would be a while before I could get us back to where we were... This was beginning to happen too often. It interfered with my comfort. It interfered with my income. And if he followed through on his threat, it could very well interfere with my future freedom.

I decided I would have to do something about it.


"We got to kill more of them Shamrock bastards! Kill them all....! Let's kill them...." Tasha railed.

"Yes love... we will have to kill them. But not now."

My hand went to Tasha's collar. I could sense the tiny connections created by the nannites within her body. I imagined the nannites within my body and I concentrated, trying to flip her back.

 

[Vibro repairman]

After finishing his glass of sherry and his perusal of all the new inmates holofiles, Marhsal lay back and relaxed. The two new women he had ear-marked would be brought by Terry Sullivan's place as part of an unscheduled initial 'tour' by a guard, though a drone would remain with them once the guard left.

It would do well to remind Mr Sullivan again who was in charge here again, he mused, and the silently floating black sphere of a Security drone would be a quiet reminder of that. Plus, of course, he might well get something interesting to watch on the drones camera feeds. He keyed in some commands to complete the arrangements.

 

[Alerdene]

Elayia

We came to a hallway that split off in two different directions and were ordered to stop. I glanced up rather curiously as I heard my name and number being called out. Walking rather slowly towards the guard who had called it, I stood there silenting, waiting. He flipped another page and called out another name and number. The woman with the black hair stepped forward and moved to stand next to me, not looking up to meet anyone's eyes.

The rest of the group began moving off to the right and in a moment the two of us were left alone with one guard and an everpresent drone drifting alongside. Arching an eyebrow, I gave him a sarcastic smile.

So we get the special tour I see.

Glancing down at me, he didn't bother to reply, merely pointed, and off we went again. We stopped soon and entered an elevator, the drone coming right in with us. The guard used a key to activate a keypad and we silently began to glide up. I spent the short trip running my fingers through my hair which was about dry, doing my best to comb it and mainly to try and look bored as I knew there were likely cameras on us the entire time.

The door slid open and we walked for a moment or two before the guard finally motioned us to stop. The door slid open and I had a glimpse of what almost seemed to be an apartment and I frowned in confusion. The guard backed off and motioned us in. Shrugging, I smiled tentatively at the other woman and stepped inside the door, the other woman stepping in behind me and went to one side as the drone followed us in. Looking around the room, I let my eyes take in as many details as I could, filing them away.

 

[Jenn1982]

Alena

The warden's speech was less than inspiring and I felt the first stirrings of panic set in. We were ushered into the room where we got our collars and I stared at them with distaste. I sat down and allowed the guard to put the collar around my neck and I let out a cry as pain started. I'd been expecting some discomfort from having something around my neck but nothing like the pain I was feeling. I looked to the guard hoping this was some kind of mistake but the look on his face told me things were going exactly as they should, much to his enjoyment. The pain finally subsided after what seemed like forever and I slowly began to catch my breath. I glanced at the other prisoners and saw that they all seemed to have had similar reactions except for the one who'd been making an interesting impression so far. We didn't get to rest for long before we were lead down yet another long hall. I was concentrating on how uncomfortable the collar was when the group stopped and the guards pulled the one woman aside and I assumed she would be taken to suffer some punishment for her infractions. I had turned towards the other hall when they called out my name and number. I walked over and joined the trio.

So we get the special tour I see.

The guard didn't answer, just turned, and led us down the second hall. We finally reached the end and were ushered into an apartment. Maybe this is where the warden stays I thought as I looked around at the nice furnishings spread throughout the room. The apartment seemed empty and we seemed to be expected to wait. Figuring I might as well know who I'd be waiting with I turned to the other prisoner.

"I'm Alena."