Futuristic Break the Chains

Simple_Traveler TenshuZninja Pai Chan The Suspicious Eye Sludge Awoooken0004

Xevious System, Inferos, Security Sector A 8:00 A.M.

It’s rising time for the prisoners. One by one all of the captives are woken up by the sound of a metal on metal as the guards bang on the heavy doors with their weapons. “Rise and shine dirt bags! Let’s get a move on!” Groans and curses could be heard from all of the cells as the inmates all awoke one by one. “We have some new arrivals coming today, so you sorry bastards don’t get to eat quite yet.” It was custom in Sector A for new arrivals to be put before the rest. An act of humiliation if you will. If any of the new ones seemed to be a threat or an easy target, they’d normally be found either viciously beat and near death or gruesomely murdered. Not that the guards ever really cared.

Meanwhile, a lone prison shuttle made its way among the Black voice of space. As the ship approached the volcanic planet, the smell of toxic gasses, ash, and despair grew. The prisoners onboard had no idea what was waiting for them once they arrived. Eventually the ship would approach the docking bay and a small hiss followed by the ship settling and shutting off. “Let’s get a move on, the welcoming committee awaits.”

(So! Here we go people! You have the option of your character being a new arrival or being a current resident. With some of the characters it was obvious that they were at the prison for longer than others, so I decided to give a choice for some others. Have at it and have fun! I look forward to seeing where this goes!)

Rai-Xian's sickle-like antenna perked up slightly as one of the guards announced the prison ship's landing. He glared out of the window next to his seat, all four sets of eyes soaking in the entrance to the prison. It was all metal, grime, and and rows of prisoners from every corner of the galaxies.
'Exactly as I imagined it,' the Zengranite thought dryly as his fellow prisoners were made to stand up and exit the vehicle by the guards. Eventually, one of these armored humanoids approached Rai-Xian's seat.
"Stand up you ugly bastard. Wouldn't want to keep your welcoming comity waiting," the guards growled while keeping his hand hand firmly around his plasma rifle. Rai-Xian stared at the man for half a second, a sarcastic reply flitted across his mind but he decided it wasn't worth the trouble he'd get into for saying it, before silently getting up on his feet. Upon seeing how the insectoid towered over him by two and a half feet the guard couldn't help but take half a step back. Rai-Xian noticed this and his mandibles twitched slightly in amusement.
"Well hurry then," the humanoid spoke up while gesturing impatiently with his weapon, "Though I guess I can't blame you for hesitating. After all your race helped put away a good number of these shit stains. Bet your not gonna last a week in here,"
The Zengranite simply shrugged.
"We shall see," he hissed before making his way out of the shuttle.

Re-L could hear the banging from a few cells down before they reached her's. Sitting up in her bed she yawned and slowly rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Letting out a low hum she smiled, "I was having such a good dream! I hate to be awakened," Re-L tapped her lips ever so softly, "still I thought of a few very interesting recipes I can't wait to try out." Giving a soft sigh she shrugged, Not like this place will give me the ingredients that I need. I guess I'll just have to get them myself. Hearing the heavy bang on her door she let out a soft sigh only to smile brightly and call out warmly. "And a good morning to you too!" Re-L said with a kind smile as her door was opened to a brilliant light.

"Alright come on out. You have work to do." The guard said a bit coldly.

Seeing the blank faces of the guards the only thing she could do is tilt her head and give them a warm smile. Stretching she hopped up and followed the guards as they lead her out of her cell and into the long hall towards the cafeteria. Humming gently as she noticed all the groans from the other inmates and waved to them as she passed. "Hey guys! I'll make sure to cook you all something to brighten up those scowls. O~kay!" Hearing the cheers coming from the cells she smiled and blew them a kiss as the cell doors closed.

"Hey you, don't be so cheerful." One of the newer guards said.

"Oh? I'm sorry I can't really help it. Every day on this warm planet is just wondrous. The heat is inspirational! Don't you think?" She smiled and gave the man a playful wink as she was lead into the kitchen where the other inmates in charge of cooking were waiting for her. Smiling she waved to all of them, "hey guys you all ready to make a feast out of gruel?"

Seeing her they stood at attention. "Chef!"

"Heh, that's what I like to hear." Picking up a ladle she skillfully spun it around herself and pointed it to the guards. "Now! Unless you're going to work get out of my kitchen!" Pointing her thumb to her chest she smiled. "I take pride in the places I cook and I don't keep slackers in the kitchen!" Stepping in she began to order the others on their tasks for a delectable meal. The menu item today, Gourmet oatmeal porridge. Although it looks subpar the taste within is a explosion of fruits and caffeine with every bite, using a technique to pull out the juices of the fruits and grounding the cocoa beans into the oatmeal. A sure meal to give a sweet kick and a powerful punch to get anyone through the day.

Laura couldn't say she was surprised that she was to be held at this place. She was practically labeled just under a terrorist. She was still slightly surprised at how worst for wear the place looked. It was like the people there put effort into making the planet looking as devoid of hope as possible. The smell mixed with the hopelessness of the inmates that awaited was enough to make Laura sick. But none of her thoughts reflected in her face. For all anyone knew Laura only had one face she made. She remembered overhearing that she had the eyes of a dead man. No life, no soul, no emotion.

"Stand up you ugly bastard. Wouldn't want to keep your welcoming comity waiting," Laura turned her head to see some creature finally stand a few seats down from her. It stood quite tall but was also silent and unflinching. Lain smiled inwardly. She knew what it was. Zengranite's were some of the creatures that stormed Laura's lab. How curious that one of them were here on this god forsaken prison. The guard was right. The creature was a dead-Zengranite walking.

Laura stood up as well and began making her way off of the shuttle. She saw some of the prisoners already and wondered which, if any, were part of her gang. The Syndicate was well known and Laura was sure there were still plenty of members that were still in circulation. She wouldn't have been surprised if a new leader was already in charge and rebuilding.

Laura continued her scan of the prisoners and then took in the barren land the prison was built on. This was, essentially, rock bottom. Laura wondered what consequences there were if someone assaulted or killed a fellow inmate. Her eyes landed on the Zengranite and this time the woman couldn't surpress a small smirk as she guessed the answer would make itself known soon enough.

During the course of the entire journey, unlike most prisoners of who were dreading what was to come and were fearing for their own demise. Ezro Strider sat quite content, hell if one looked close enough they’d see the bastard with a half crack of a smile on his face. Most would assume it was because he was legitimately insane, but Ezro knew it was because he had a plan. A plan to get off this hellish rock, with a ship, a crew, and more importantly their freedom. The only reason he was so sure his plan would work was because he knew the ins and outs of this prison better than anyone else, which is why he had requested to be placed here. Shift swaps, patrol paths, ressuply days, and where each security measure was located. The man was deceptively smart which is why everything had worked so well so far, but now he just needed to put his plan in action.

Unfortunately, the former officer had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t noticed the ship dock and the prisoners begin to get up and leave. It was either that or he just didn’t care. Sure enough, two guards approached him and grabbed him by his arms before hoisting him up and dragging him out of the ship. Ezro was obviously irritated, and after they were out of the ship he shook loose of their grip only to have their weapons swiftly pointed at him. Raising his cuffed hands, he made no attempt to leave. “Relax boys, I’m not going anywhere. I just want to walk on my own two legs if that’s alright with you.” Ezro received a swift crack to the back of his head by the muzzle of one of their rifles, and was once again drug by his arms. “Of course it isn’t.”

“We’re not giving you and chance to escape Strider, the warden wants to see to it personally that you suffer and die on this planet.” “Oh, I’m shaking.” “You will be you treacherous git, and no one is gonna mourn you the day you die.” “I dunno, your mother might miss me.” Ezro was spat on prompting him to shake loose and strike the man who had done it with his hands before once again getting cracked twice over his head. “...You fuckers are just trying to give me head trauma aren’t you?” The rest of the walk went on in silence, as Ezro was drug forward to where the rest of the prisoners were going. A large set of double doors that led to the assembly hall. The public humiliation would begin shortly.

Amanda say in her cell as she looked at the prisoner accomadated wheel chair. She didn’t want to leave the cell but knew she had too. She slowly crawled into the wheel chair and wheeled herself out her cell. She knew that new arrivals were coming, so she would stay out of there way. As well as anyone else’s way. Amanda never really made any friends as she stayed away from the crowds, in order to avoid conflict with any of the other prisoners or gaurds. “Get moving girl”, one of the guards said as he pushes the chair forward forcefully.

It wasn't long until Rai-Xian was brought to a set of double doors that he believed lead into the main prison area. After taking a cursory look around there were a few people who caught his eyes. One was a raven haired woman with sharp eyes, a humanoid ( is Rai-Xian had to guess he'd say the boy was probably still a juvenile), and a man with hair that was of an eye catching red. The insectoid could feel a wave of indignation when he saw the guards wallop the tedhead with their gun muzzles. How dare they strike at someone who can't defend themselves. Before Rai-Xian consider doing anything the heavy metal doors suddenly groaned open.
There was a large crowd of prisoners and guards waiting on the otherside. Seeing as he was the only Zengranite in the group it didn't take long for Rai-Xian to be noticed by them. A large chunk of the prison population seemed to zero in on the warrior; he could feel their heated glares and the loud jeers erupting from their mouths made his antennae vibrate. However he barely paid them any mind, for Rai-Xian was mostly focused on one thing. His fellow Zengranites, all clad in guard uniforms, were sprinkled through the crowd. They silently watched him but Rai-Xian could feel their rage. It left a cold, dark sensation in his chest.

Eventually Ezro was let go in front of the tall metal doors, giving him the time to finally look around freely and get a grasp of those around him. A trickle of blood could be felt running down the back of his head, but due to his cuffed hands he couldn’t wipe it away so it continued to drip down the back of his neck. ‘Great, less than five minutes here and I’m already bleeding.’ He thought to himself. As he got a better view of those around him, the first person to come into view was an unmistakable race. A Zengranite, an honorable form of insectoid that was revered throughout the system. It seemed this one had fallen from grace just as he had. The first thing Ezro thought of him was of a potential second in command to help this plan work, after all they were intelligent and craft so planning would be easier with the information Ezro had. As much as he’d like to approach him about his plan, now was not a good time. He could only hope he ran into the Zengranite again.
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doors creaking open and sliding, revealing the assembly hall inside. Posts with cuffs attached to chains could be seen lining the stage, totaling the exact number of new arrivals present. “Kinky.” He grunted to himself before being grabbed by the arms and forced inside, as were all the other arrivals. One by one, they were all restrained against the posts by the Chains and cuffs. Meanwhile the crowd looked on, and Ezro could already tell some of them recognized him judging by their evil grins and wild eyes. Ezro had already been made a target.

Looking across the other inmates working hard on her recipe for today she smiled. Re-L always felt satisfied sneaking in something delicious to the inmates. Usually she enjoys making her meals look as delicious as they taste, but if that were the case the guards would catch on. Then she couldn't cook anymore and if she didn't get to cook, then she'd be very, very unhappy to the point that who knows what she'd do. Stepping back into her personal station in the kitchen she began to hum softly as started her true work here. Picking up a series of fresh ingredients the guards left at her station she started preparing a full breakfast course for the prison warden. Sure she's a prisoner, but even the warden wouldn't pass up her cooking.

Re-L is a bit of a commodity around here, she's certainly unusual in her demeanor but she is also a renowned chef and molecular gastronomist. Cooking is her life and discovering new tastes is her passion. Though that may be what got her locked up here in the first place, at least what they could find of her, it certainly won't stop her. She served kings and queens who melt from the mere scent of her masterful cooking. She ran a top notch kitchen wherever she went, and then one day she vanished from the gourmet world. Then A little crime here, a little murder there and poof she reappears in this place.

Humming softly the scent of butterscotch, eggs, bacon and syrup wafted through the kitchen making anyone who enters mouth water ever so slightly. For the warden it's a gourmet breakfast of a bacon-leek quiche, with butterscotch sticky buns and a blackberry buttermilk smoothie to finish it off. With everything prepared, she knocked on the screen door and smiled to the guard who opened it up. "Here's today's breakfast for the warden! Oh and here's a extra bun just for you cutie!" She said handing him a sweet butterscotch sticky bun held in a cupcake holder.

"Alright then, miss I'll bring this up." The guard said his eyes resting on the sticky bun that she handed to him.

"I hope you enjoy it cutie!" Giving him a wink and watched him go. There was no need to worry about Re-L ever ruining a meal with poison or anything harmful. She'd kill anyone who ruined her food, there's quite a few inmates who once worked in the kitchen who no longer have the ability to do anything but blink after trying to ruin her meals. Letting out a heavy sigh her warm face fell to a disinterested scowl. "How dull." Every day it's the same thing regular food with flavors and textures I've already had. This is no challenge. Picking up the kitchen knife she began to spin it in her hand. I've tried everything here, there's nothing rare, nothing unusual, nothing unfound. I want something new to make. Stopping the knife she slowly began to trace the sharp blade against her nail pressing hard at the tip. "Absolutely dull." Placing the knife back into the locked dishwasher she took a deep breath and smiled her warm smile.

Stepping back into the main kitchen she looked over the group, raising her nose she sniffed the prepared meals and smiled. There was no trace of poison or metal in any of them. "Looks like you guys are doing great! Keep up the good work alright?" Re-L's nose is absolutely unnatural when it comes to catching scents, like a bloodhound she could track anyone with that enhanced sense of smell and pallet. Stretching she yawned and sat down at a chair and watched the rest of the prep, ready to answer questions for any of the inmates on prep if they needed it. With newcomers arriving they had some free time before the breakfast rush's. Maybe I'll find something interesting will come out of this groups humiliation.

Amanda watched the newcomers as they passed by. Along with the other prisoners, she noticed the Zengranite and Ezro. She didn’t see them as targets, but as a way to get out of this hell hole. She looked around and moved the wheelchair back a bit. But as she did, a guard was right there. “Stay still runt”, he said as he knocked me over and off the wheelchair. I landed on the cold hard floor of the prison.

“Bastardo”, Amanda said as she slowly crawled back into the chair. When at a young age she was taught two languages, her more native being Italian, and than English.

Laura was surprised at the display put on by the people around her. She may not have been imprisoned before but she had heard plenty of stories by her comrades. When being newly incarcerated the last thing you wanted to do was stand out. You didn't want any reason to paint a target on your back by either the guards or other inmates. But here people were doing just that. Especially, the red headed smart mouth. Laura would be surprised if he lasted longer than the Zengranite.

There was a push from behind that urged her forward towards the assembly hall. In her mind this method of hazing was already done. She was sure all of the other inmates had gone through the same thing so it couldn't have been that bad. It definitely couldn't have been worse than what she already went through at her time in the interrogation room shortly after she was caught. The police thought she was weak merely because she wore a lab coat. Maybe, even more so, because she was a woman? But she hadn't spoken a word since her capture, even up till now. Her loyalties were much stronger than some impatient fed. The verbal abuse didn't even make her look at them. The physical part of the interrogation at least made her stare at them but not in the way they wanted. Her stare nothing more than an acknowledgment that they, at least, existed.

Laura's trial was no different. It actually fascinated the woman at how much silence angered and irritated people when they wanted answers. Even more so than lying, and blatantly doing so. In Laura's mind she was already going through various death penalty scenarios. So the judge's threats with one worse punishment after another if she did not speak up, didn't deter the former doctor in the slightest. The Judge thought the death penalty was too much a mercy so he ordered she be sent to this god forsaken clump of dirt and grime.

The sound of someone falling disturbed Laura from her thoughts. It was a girl in a wheel chair.

Curious...

Laura thought as she looked at the girl crawl back to the chair she fell from. The place must have been no where near as bad as Laura was led to believe if a disabled individual were still residing here. She was either valuable in some way or very lucky. Maybe a bit of both.

Laura finally stopped at a post and was cuffed to it. There she stood looking out over the crowd, gauging who might have been weak and strong based on look alone. She was quite curious in what this place had in store...

The cuffs were as uncomfortable as you’d expect. They were tight enough to already be cutting off circulation in most of the prisoners hands, and because of that the cold metal dug into their skin slightly. Not enough to cause pain and break the fragile barrier but enough to give them a reason not to squirm. Ezro however knew that deep down, with whatever was about to happen he’d end up trying to squirm out of the cuffs at some point. He’d been mostly tame with his temper other than getting himself spat on, but judging by where this whole situation was going he could only guess that things were about to get a hell of a lot worse for him as well as the other individuals chained to the posts.

In total there was five people chained up on the platform; himself, the Zengranite, a peculiar looking woman with odd tattoos, a young boy that Ezro was baffled to see here, and a fearful looking man wearing a prison guard uniform that matched the other security detail here. There was no telling how or why the man had gotten placed here. However Ezro knew that he’d soon find out enough who these people were and how they suffered the same fate he had. Suddenly, the doors on the opposite end from where the new arrivals had come in slid open and in stepped a man obviously dressed in the usual prison guard uniform but instead of blue he had orange accents indicating he was the warden.

Kaizo recognized the man as Matso Titan, a former revered general that had taken to guarding this hellhole as opposed to participating and leading the actions that the other ITF soldiers took part in. Before the ex-officer could thinm any further, the warden finally spoke with his voice harsh and menacing. “Look what we have here, fresh meat ripe for the picking. Inmates! Id like to introduce your new batch of playmates! There are a special few in here who have posed a great headache to the ITF and the Xevious System as a whole!” Matso first approached the post where the woman was chained up. “Ladies first as the old saying goes. This one is a member of one of the systems largest and most deadly crime syndicates that, as you all know, recently got wiped out from the face of existence!” With a cocky smile the man reached up and caressed the side of the woman’s face. “This delicate flower is one of the sole survivors remaining. Having previously worked as a doctor, she then developed chemical weapons that terrorized some of your races and put them on the point of creating a mass genocie! So treat her with care, this one deserves it.”

Moving down the line the Warden stood in front of the young boy, before without any sort of reason backhanding him. Ezro grit his teeth at the sight but remained silent. “This one has no right to even exist. A pathetic clone created a little over six months ago. I need not give you any reasons hate this kind of a lesser lifeform. A lab rat that has no entitlement, no right to life, and I dare say no soul whatsoever. Some of you may find a use for him though, but shower time isn’t for a while.” The Warden seemed to get a kick out of his own sick joke, as he gave a hearty chuckle before moving on to the security guard chained up as well.

“This one is just a sheer disappointment. You all know who this is, but in case you are unaware of his crime. Mr. Kaja here attempted to leave this planet after breaking under the strenuous conditions and the heat. A coward like this has no place among our ranks and belongs in the filth with the rest of you. Take out whatever grudges you have on him freely, I insist.” The man looked helpless and extremely afraid, which caused Ezro to feel that he wasn’t going to be the first target of the day from the rest of the inmates.

The Warden then backtracked to the Zengranite and frowned, standing face to face with it. “Zengranite’s are an honorable and just people, but this one is an absolute disgrace to that title. He’s responsible for the deaths of many clan leaders, as well as the deaths of plenty others of his kind. Psychopaths like these that seem to get a kick out of murdering their own kind deserve to rot in a place like this for time and all eternity. I’m tempted to rid this system of him now, but he has far more suffering yet to come.”

“And now, my favorite new friend.” The warden said with a wolffish smile as he approached Ezro. “The Traitor.” That word sparked a fire in the ex-officer prompting him to squirm against the restraints for a breif moment. Matso taunted him by leaning forward so his nose was just an inch from his. Ezro was just barely able to crane his head forward enough to land a solid headbutt against the Wardens nose, causing a small crack to be heard. “ACK! You insufferable little wretch!” A couple of blows were thrown at Ezros stomach and face before the Warden calmed himself. “I’m sure this is another familiar face to you all, as he’s the reason some of you are here in the first place. The ‘brave’ Ezro Strider. Yet another pathetic waste of oxygen I’ve had the disservice of ever knowing. We’ve gone from someone murdering people not of their own, to a creature murdering his own kind, but this one takes the piss in having murdered his own blood.” “Don’t you dare! You have no right to speak of this! Throw my name through the mud all you wish I don’t care, but do not speak of him!”

There was an edge of anger in his voice, and his eyes blazed with rage. No guilt or sorrow but only hatred. Ezro was not about to get blamed once again for a crime he didn’t commit. “His brother fell by his own hands, in a fit of insanity Ezro murdered his longtime companion in cold blood which scored him a place among you. Notice he feels no remorse for his sins, a trait of someone truly psychopathic who can only be related to the scum of this planet.” The Warden turned and faced the crowd once more. “I have shown you these new inmates, and told you of your sins. Now it is up to you all to decide their fates as judge, jury, and executioners.” Cheers erupted from the crowd, followed by the warden taking his leave. The Inmates were all instructed to head to breakfast in the cafeteria, and slowly the crowd began shuffling out of the assembly hall and into the hallway where the mess hall was just a few steps down. Meanwhile the new arrivals were released from their restraints and instructed to follow the crowd.
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Amanda didn’t move but stayed there as she watched the new arrivals. She strangely liked this bunch. Amanda would ignore their crimes and what they did, she was interested in what they can do now. The same guard that had pushed her then kicked her chair. “Get moving cupcake, want to make sure your not late for breakfast”, he said as he grinned.

“How about you go shove that gun up your a-“, Amanda saidbefore the guard then kicked hard enough to actually hurt her back. “I SAID MOVE IT LEGLESS”, he said as Amanda finally wheeled forward.

Inferos Prison - Theme
(I promise this isn’t a joke against Awoooken0004 xD)

Kalgura woke up to the rough welcome of a man screaming in her ear and a plasma gun aimed at her face. She didn't remember how she had lost consciousness nor did she obtain the chance to ponder it before the man grabbed her by her arm and hauled her from her seat. Her eyes barely getting the time to adjust to it's new surroundings searched for anything recognizable and coming up empty. She moved her head back and forth still searching as a sudden panic began to overwhelm her, she didn't recognize where the hell she was at all. The man who'd been screaming at her had seemed to wait for her legs to begin working and now that they were he had no patience to wait for the rest of her mind to catch up to whatever situation she was currently in. She noticed then that he was wearing a uniform, one she hadn't seen before but recognized enough about it to tell it was for a guarding position. He pushed her towards the exit of the obvious ship so hard she nearly pushed him back. It took all of her restraint to keep her near second nature hand to hand combat from taking over her actions.

As she exited the ship the view that greeted her made a cold shiver run down her spine. Of all of the idiotic and reckless things she'd ever done, nothing had ever been bad enough to where she'd be shipped off to this place, Inferos Prison. The bright flowing lava a bit of distance away did nothing to brighten this planets atmosphere. She could feel the hopelessness of the place surround her panic and then squashing it. Her heart felt heavy with the sheer amount of people's feelings about her but she tried her best to shake it off. "Knife ear, keep it moving, you're late!" The guard growled pushing her forward, again, so hard she almost tumbled to the ground; this time she turned around to face him and gave him an answering growl of her own. He laughed at the feral expression as he lifted the plasma gun and aimed it right square in the middle of her forehead. She was prone to stupid dangerous decisions but nothing outright suicidal, her expression softened and she walked her way to the tall rusty double doors to follow the other newly arrived prisoners.

The other prisoners were already lined up and chained to posts at the head of the large and yet suffocating area. A man wearing an orange parody of the guards uniform stood menacingly over them. Apparently they had just finished an introduction of sorts. She watched in silence as long term prisoners began shuffling out of the area. A female prisoner in a wheelchair nearby drew Kalgura's attention when she spat angrily to a guard that was posted beside her,
“How about you go shove that gun up your a-“ the guard then kicked the girl hard enough she could feel the girl's pain begin to radiate from her. “I SAID MOVE IT LEGLESS” The guard replied with the promise of more violence in his voice. Kalgura watched the girl begin to stiffly roll herself away with the guard at the back of her wheels every step of the way. She needed to better leash herself or the feelings of everyone here would make her insane, she absently thought still feeling the pain of the girl.

Laura was shocked to hear that her whole syndicate had been eradicated. Surely, someone was still out there. She didn't have a lot of time to ponder before she felt the Warden's hand touch her face. Her dull daze faulted and she glared, daggers, at the man. Laura would enjoy imagining the countless ways to torture him and make the man beg for death. Even the thought was enough to calm Laura again. She had promised the leader that she would practice self-control and that was how it was done. Imagining countless scenes of the person she was angry at being portrayed in all manner of violent scenarios. Before the counselor finally found this to be a proper solution, Laura was very prone to snapping at people. Often with deadly results. But it was costing the syndicate money and others refused to work under Laura out of fear for their lives. The higher ups knew that Laura looked down on others. They knew that she didn't even think of them as human. She was a sociopath but a valuable one that they sought to get control over. And that they did. Laura didn't hold much care for anything but her work and the syndicate. And now both were gone. It took immense control not to lose it after her capture. It was a wonder that she wasn't killed during the raid considering how many men she injured and many more she killed. But she held information that they needed. Like the cures to many plagues and disease she released that were only in her head.

The warden then moved on, after revealing Laura's deeds to the entire prison, to someone that looked like a child. A clone. While Laura would have loved to see the warden's head on a pike, she shared his opinion on clones. They were poor imitations of the real thing.

Some poor sap that tried to escape was next. The only thing that must have been a fate worse than death was being caught trying to escape. Laura would have rather be killed than dragged back and have the humiliating recapture announced to the whole prison.

"Next was the Zengranite. Everyone knew who they were. But Laura would be lying if she didn't say she was interested in the reason of his murder spree. This one might be different from the others, after all.

Last was the loud mouth. The man didn't disappoint in putting on a show, yet again. He would not last long in any prison, let alone a place like this full of the worst of the worst. After the exchange between the man called Ezro and the warden the event was done. Everyone was instructed to proceed to the mess hall. Laura's and the other newcomers' restraints were released. Laura didn't even realize how tight they were until they were off. After entering the cafeteria and taking her food, Laura went to a table, alone. She sat down and looked at the contents of the food for what must have seemed like minutes before finally pushing the tray away. Laura didn't have an appetite and the food didn't look anywhere near the quality the syndicate offered her. It didn't matter if it was prepared well. Shit was still shit, no matter how shiny it was.

Ezro was mortified, no one had known that it was his brother who had been murdered until this point. The name hadn’t been released by the press or anything, so it wasn’t a mystery to him as to how the Warden had gotten word about it. Not that it mattered, Ezro wasn’t about to let this slow his drive to get out of this place. Breakfast seemed like it would be a good place to start off his search for some crewmates. He knew full well who the woman was, so Ezro thought she could be a potential medic for them if he could get her on board. The Zengranite as he’d thought before would be a useful second mind to this whole thing, and would help keep things in order. He knew not of the clones abilities, but there was no harm in trying to find out what his specialty was. However Ezro didn’t trust the attempted escapee, so he left him out of the equation.

Once Ezro arrived with everyone else to the cafeteria, he quickly got his tray of oatmeal. It looked downright awful, but the smell was absolutely heavenly which meant the taste would be just as good. ‘Perhaps I can get the cook on board with this, if I could have meals like these every day I’d die happy.’ Now Ezro just had to think about his options of where to sit, the clone and the woman named Laura were both sitting alone. However Kaizo thought it best to start with the more approachable one of the pair, so he headed for the clones table. As he did so, Ezro tried to get Laura’s attention by tapping her on the shoulder as he passed and motioning for her to follow him. It was up to her wether she did or not.

Once Ezro arrived at the table, he seated himself next to the boy. “Rough day, isn’t it?” He asked as he began to dig into the food. Sure enough the taste was fantastic, and gave him a much needed boost of energy. “Listen.” “I know I’m a complete stranger to you, and you have no reason to trust me. But how’d you like to get out of this hellhole?”

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“Buddy I’m already in trouble. Look around, it can’t get any worse than this. I’ve already got a giant fuckin’ target on my back so don’t you worry about me.” As Ezro finishes off the last of his oatmeal, he gave the clone a toothy grin. “Oh there definitely is. I know the ins and outs of the place better than any other guard that still works here. I know how to get out, how to steal a ship, and how to get us our freedom back. All I need is a crew that can help me got the job done. So, what do you say?”
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Rai-Xian had bristled angrily when the warden had accused him, and by extension his clan, of murdering the other Zengranite leaders. If he hadn't been chained to the post the warrior would have crushed the warden's throat in a fit of anger. Instead he pushed those feelings aside, locking them deep with in his mind. He'll save that fury for the slimebacks who perpetrated that vile lie in the first place. Once everyone was released for breakfast Rai-Xian stalked into the cafeteria not even bothering to stand in the food line. He wouldn't need to eat for atleast another day after all. Instead Rai-Xian walked towards a table alittle ways from the rest. To most others his demeanor was casual, almost uncaring. However, the Zengranite was keeping a close eye on his surroundings, preparing to defend himself if any of these scum tried to pick a fight.
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Seeing that the kitchen staff had the distribution under control, Re-L thought it was time to interact with her lovely roommates. Having been here for about a year she's made friends with most of the inmates, from the most dangerous ones to the pacifists. It took time but with the power of food and kindness Re-L was able to settle in everyone's heart. "I'm heading out to the cafeteria floor! You all take it from here and no funny business, ya hear?!" Picking up a bowl of oatmeal she noticed some of the new inmates didn't grab a meal and wanted to introduce herself to them. Noticing the Zengranite without a bowl she walked over to him and placed one in front of him. "I know your kind is the type to eat their meals sparingly, but please at least try it. As a chef, I love when others enjoy my food. Besides you never know if you'll get the chance tomorrow. I'd seize any opportunity to eat and although it looks poor I think you might enjoy it." Not giving him the chance to retort she smiled and gave a slight bow before moving through the rest of the cafeteria floor. Simple_Traveler

Passing by she waved and greeted some of the inmates as they called out to her. Up ahead was a large and muscular man, towering over 10 feet tall. Re-L's eyes shined as she nearly bounced over to him. "Oh Skullbreaker!" Resting a gentle hand on his bulging forearm she smiled at him, "how's your stomach feeling from last night? I know you've been having some trouble so I made sure to make this meal without any dairy!" One of the other large men, covered in tattoos spoke up in surprise.

"Really? There's no dairy in this? But I can taste it?"

Giggling softly she waved her finger at him, "don't underestimate the power of almonds and beans! You boys enjoy alright?" Patting Skullbreaker's arm she walked off and wandered around only to notice the newcomer who was called a traitor. Hearing his story it was quite a curious one and his reaction was that of one who certainly considers himself not guilty, or at least that's there's more to tell them what the warden was saying. Watching him bump the gang doctor and sit by the clone boy, her interest only grew. Curious she went over stealthily to see what the two were chatting about. Listening in for the whole conversation, she decided to chime in as well.

"Oh how interesting?" Re-L said from behind them. Leaning in staring at them studiously she'd been silently listening to them scheming this whole time. Having spent half her life learning how to stalk intelligent prey and take them out her skills in stealth are quite commendable, on par to any assassin. Stroking her chin as she heard their plot it wasn't any different from many a dead man and woman who entered this prison. However the air on this man, his scent was something that she hadn't smelled in quite a while. This flavor, It was certainly a very brazen, burnt, with a pinch of cinnamon and very, very interesting. Licking her lips she smiled, this man may be exactly what I'm looking for.

Pushing between the two she snuggled up between them on the bench and smiled at the two of them. Clearing her throat she placed her hand to get chest. "My name is Re-L, I'm called the Gourmand around here. I made that." Sure pointed to the oatmeal that was untouched in front of the clone boy. Her eyes flickered ever so slightly with a hint of rage, but she smiled at them, "along with every other meal that tastes amazing in this place!" Looking over at the clone boy she gently scooted the bowl towards him and smiled. "Please try it. I'd rather you eat something delicious then the slop that'll be served by someone else. I don't get to cook as often as I want to, you know? So I like seeing others enjoy my cooking whenever I can."

Letting out a soft sigh she rested her palm on her cheek and looked around at the new group. Seeing the clear unease on their face she gave a warm laugh. "Don't worry I won't tell on you. I'm quite good at keeping secrets. But I want to leave too and if you'll let me join I'm able to get you knives and access to the guards passages and the garbage shoots. If you want it of course." She said her voice almost a song as she spoke with cheer. Knowing full well that she had them on the ropes they're suck with two options bring her along or try to kill her. Either way it will be quite a bit of fun on her part.
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Amanda wheeled to a table far off in the corner that no one really goes to. She watched as the new inmates interacted with one another as she hid her face behind the oatmeal. Amanda was thinking that they might be planning something. So she had to prove something in order to get her off this hot rock.

“If only I had my legs”, she said as she was meaning a set of legs she had created after losing her real ones. “Hey maggot, enjoying your breakfast”, a guard said walking up to Amanda and getting in her face.

“I was until you brought your garbage breathe”, Amanda replied. She chuckled a bit as the guard was already annoyed. “Listen here punk”, he said as he grabbed Amanda by the collar.

“Let go”, she said as she tried getting from the grip. She had dealt with the guy before but this was worse.