Futuristic Break The Chains

[Siren77]

Agent CkSmalling fickleglory FireMaiden Hextremus Gravitational Force

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!)

 

[Siren77]

Well, so much for repaying a debt... Ezro Strider sat slumped against the wall of the transport shuttle, gruff and miserable looking men and women lined his sides and his view. Normally he’d feel absolutely alone in this situation, but there was atleast one familiar face on the ship with him. Mona June sat to the right of him, although he dared not speak to her. After the stunt he pulled in trying to keep her form getting hauled off to this place, Ezro ended up getting captured as well making her efforts all for naught. With that said, he was sure there was some well deserved rage targeted at him.

Eventually he mustered up the courage to speak, “How do you feel?” the words escaped his mouth tentatively, and not just because he feared her answer but more he didn’t want the transport officers to hear them talking. His question was quite broad, consider the shit storm the woman had just gone through. June had lost everything, all because she took a chance on a stupid man and tried to spare him of this harsh environment. Though Ezro would like to think otherwise, that was a debt he’d never be able to pay back to her especially with the situation the two of them were about to be in.

But, Ezro had a plan welling in his mind. A plan for an escape, and a plan to start anew. During his years as an officer for the ITF he’d gotten plenty of knowledge as to how the compound works. Especially that of Block A. There were gaps in schedules, weaknesses in the cell infastructure, and with any luck an underground market to get ahold of any useful items he might need. But he couldn’t do it alone, even with June’s help. He’d need a crew, talented individuals who could help in escaping this place and making off with a ship. There was no telling what kind of criminals and dangerous people lurked in the walls of this place, but he’d have to hope he could find a few that would trust both himself and his plan.

Eventually, the shuttle was to dock and a green light illuminated the room. The prisoners were instructed to stand and wait as they were filed out one by one into the walls of Sector A. Soon came Ezro’s turn, which he was treated more shittily than the others. Grabbed by both arms, he was more drug out of the ship and towards a large door which he knew led to the assembly hall. Roll call was taken there, but more importantly it was time for the new inmates to be put before the rest of the prisoners and judged. Judged on wether they would live to see tomorrow or not. Ezro grew tired of the guards grip and being dug around, and shrugged them off. Weapons were pulled and pointed at him to which he raised his cuffed hands. “Relax, I’m not going anywhere. I just prefer to use my own legs if that’s alright with you.” A swift kick to the back knocked Ezro to the ground before he was once again picked up by his arms and continued to be drug toward the hall. “Of course it isn’t.”
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[fickleglory]

Mona June's leg bounced furiously in place. Her mascara was smudged and the ends of her hair was frayed. The cuffs that held her were itchy ad tight. It was ironic to be on the other side of the situation. Her image as a proud officer was now tarnish.

Her eyes shifted over unfamiliar faces and her expression was just as unfriendly. The atmosphere around her was obviously sour and she blatantly ignored Ezro. Anxiety ran through her body just thinking about who she would see again. Criminals, murders, pirates, and everything else she had put in this very place. There was no doubt she was in danger the moment they see her. A quiet voice disrupted her anxious spiral. Mona looked to her left at Ezro. How am i feeling? Her arms lifted up and shook the chains on her wrists.
"Fan-fucking-tastic," her head tilted with an annoyed smile, "How about yourself, you think they'll have a picnic at inferno?" she said. "Because I can tell you what's probably on the menu," her thumbs gestured to herself. "My ass on a skewer,"
"Shut it!" the guard said. Mona June scoffed and leaned back in her seat.

Upon arrival, her anxiety did not settle. She dreaded seeing the face of anyone she had put away so long ago. A guard lifted her up by the arm; and then his hand spanked her as she walked. Mona June's teeth grit as she jolted at the welcome. There was no way she could stay here.

Siren77

 

[FireMaiden]

Aubrey Flynn
What an unfortunate situation. Stuck on some transport ship with criminals...not that she isnt, but at least she didn't smell as bad as these people did. Well, reguardless, there wasn't much that she could do about it now. And honestly, maybe she let herself be arrested, she had been avoiding the cops for years. Maybe...Aubrey was just tired of it. Funny right? A 23 year old already tired with life?

As if, Aubrey assumed that someone had started her out for a deal, so here she was. They werent even decent enough to let her put her hair up, and she was constantly blowing her bangs out of her face. Once a guard moved her hair out of her face for her after a few minutes of complaining, and that lasted for a few minutes. It seemed as if she wasn't paying attention to what was going on, from her fiddinh with her hair, to examining her nails, she was listening into the nearby conversation going on between two of the new inmates who obviously knew each other. Ooo, what if they were lovers? She wondered, smirking as she kept them them both in her peripheral. Scorned defiantly, this would be an interesting show...if the ride had lasted any longer.

Aubrey must have been alseep for a most of it, but they arrived at their final destination sooner than she thought she would. As Aubrey was being escorted out of the transport along with the other prisoners, she kept her shoulders back and her head high. Why should she act defeated? The guard who took it upon himself to escort her decided he'd go nd cop a feel of her ass, which made her smirk. "You men are all alike," she chuckled, throwing him a glare, "always after women out if your leauge and twenty years to young." He dropped his hand, quickly taking firm girp on her arm now pulling her along beside him, "Oh, I must have hit a nerve!" Aubrey laughed, "I think I may have some fun here."

 

[Hextremus]

New inmates, huh? Viirek found himself mildly interested. It was always useful to gauge new arrivals, even if he wasn't one to partake in the brutal violence the other inhabitants of this facility seemed to be so infatuated with.

A shrill series of insect-like clicks filled his room as the Seravee slowly clambered to his feet from where he had slept, curled up in the centre of his cell. He had no mouth that could be seen, just more deep purple insect carapace covering his lower face. He wasn't one for revealing what was hidden underneath. Viirek had drawn a lot of attention when he'd arrived at Inferos just over a week ago; Seravee were incredibly rare outside their home planet of Serenade, especially one as vibrantly coloured as he was. He'd been forced to prove his strength to keep the other inmates off his back; after he'd torn off an attacker's leg and impaled him on his own broken shinbone, they'd left him alone. And he preferred that.

Vii's six eyes blinked in unison as he and the other inmates were filed out and led towards where they would observe the new arrivals. The inmates close to him kept as far away from his glistening carapace as they could without drawing attention from the guards; his menacing height and appearance combined with the low, shrill clicks he occasionally produced repelled them. Upon reaching the assembly hall he simply crouched down on all fours like an animal, carapace shifting. Inmates parted around him, leaving him alone in the sea of prisoners.

Normally he would be severely restrained, but he had been on his best behaviour the past week, such that the guards no longer found it necessary to restrict him. He wasn't prone to violent tendencies like many of the other inmates; Viirek's tough carapace concealed a silver tongue and a cunning mind. Perhaps one of these new arrivals would be his ticket out of this hellhole; the current members he shared it with were simply impossible to work with. He hadn't even spoken to them, letting them believe his dialect was limited to insect clicking and hissing.

Vii's six eyes scanned the room, blinking one after the other. Today had the potential to be... interesting.

 

[CkSmalling]

Robert Stone Jr.
Kitchen Area, 0801hrs​

"Okay you bunch of degenerates, its INTAKE DAY!!!!! This is the only day in which i use our special ingredient," he reached for a barrel filled to the brim with brine. He lifted what seemed to be a large snake thing." Elephant Trunk. All the way from the Plains of Endora. Now then. Let's make a meal in whcih it will create a false sense of security. Let's make the inmates think that they will be getting 7 star meals only to break their hopes and dreams by serving them rat's tail." Prisoner #1282 smacked his lips.

"Wait wait, did you just smack your lips by the mere mention of rat's tail?" Robert asked with one eyebrow arched.
"Well you see, i am used to it in my former prison. But the way you make it, it's so good I want more!!!" #1282 said with a broad smile.
"I have no words." Robert said before placing the trunk on the chopping board and dicing them into cubes with speed and precision."We shall discuss your eating habits later #1282." After cutting four more trunks, he placed the cubes in a large wok and added some salt, pepper and soy sauce. "I hope all of you have memorized the recipe."

Robert assigned specific roles based on the strengths he observed when he was recruiting. Some were gifted with legumes and some with meat. The breakfast buffet consisted of Elephant meat stew with a side of fried vegetables, small cup of rice and a rich fresh brewed coffee on the side. The work today was a long one and the prisoners needed something to keep their stomach's ready.

"Make sure the warden's dish is separate as always. You know how he gets when he gets his food last."

After 40 minutes, he placed the food on the buffet table and the servers took their respective positions. He went to the intercom in the kitchen and buzzed the main security office.

"The Warden's meal is ready for pickup and the mess is open for breakfast. I apologize for the delay.

Siren77

 

[Agent]

Terran leaned against the wall of the nearby building as the transport shuttles came in. Oh boy, more idiots today. Can't think of anything in a crowd like this. From behind a large glass window, he read the faces of the new prisoners coming out.
Fear, sorrow, anger, confidence, and also blank stares. How quaint. Just need to find one of these people that looks like they'll come up with a good plan.

*click click*
The inmates were entering the building. Terran gave them his own blank stare as they walked around aimlessly.

*click click click*
Noise, and a slightly annoying one, at that. He knew who was making that noise; a strange bug-like creature that just made strange sounds. Terran usually kept his distance from whatever -it- is, but now he was feeling a bit gutsy. He steps over to the... whatever it was past the sea of inmates, with a slightly annoyed glare. "Can you not? Because i'd really appreciate it if you ssstopped whatever it is you're doing."

Hextremus

 

[Gravitational Force]

"Any word on my appeal?"
"NO DAMMMIT!"
Prisoner #224 AKA Doctor Ezra Invidia made that joke every day. If he was going to be stuck with all these restrictions then his guards were going to suffer alongside him. He was guilty of the crimes he was accused of, but if the system worked as it should have there wouldn't have been any way to prosecute him since his rights were violated in the process of getting the evidence used to convict him. Not that the system gave a shit, it was made up of people who cared more about locking him up than ensuring the law was followed. Not that they were wrong, but Ezra knew for a fact that innocent people were in this place because of the same disregard for rights. Not that he cared much.

Ezra was valuable enough that he was never getting out of here if the government could help it. Which meant he was given more privileges and amenities than the average prisoner and locked in the most secure level of the prison alongside the worst mass murderers and those whose bodies made them weapons in and of themselves. Ezra's fellow prisoners on the maximum security wing were also his test subjects, enhancing their bodies, testing new procedures, and taking them apart to see how the worked. He also had access to those the government needed to get rid unofficially, those who wouldn't be missed, and anyone who pissed off the guards enough. The government didn't care, they were drains on society. Those outside the prison didn't care, for all they knew the prisoners were the worst kind of scum. The owners of the prison didn't care, they were making money hand over fist.

Right now Ezra had work to do. A test subject on the operating table (in this case a Seravee) and a scalpel in his hand.
Ezra turns to the human guard who stands inside the operating room with him. "Alright, now if you'd be so kind as to set the mood we can begin."
The guard enters a command into the computer and music begins playing.


Ezra closes his eyes and nods along to the music.

He then picks up his scalpel.

And hurls it into the wall next to the guard.

"MY MUSIC, YOU BLITHERING IDIOT! How do you expect me to work with this playing?!"
The guard realizes that Ezra's life is more valuable than his own and quickly tries to fix his mistake.



A grin splits Ezra's face as the test subject on his operating table's eyes widen in shock. He picks up a fresh scalpel.
"Now this is my jam. Please try not to scream. Or whatever your species does when they vocalize pain. From what I've seen of Seravees I'm not sure. Now I used a general anesthetic but I'm not sure if you're going to feel this. But rest assured: I. Am. Feeling. This Beat!"

Ezra makes the first cut as the blaring music of The Weather Girls's iconic song remixed covered up all other sound in the room.

Hours later Ezra changes out of his blood-spattered scrubs and walks up to the newly traumatized guard (named Stewart). This was Stewart's first shift covering Ezra in his operating room.
"Good news. It's not dead and I'm pretty sure the implants will take. For my next subject I'm going to need a Human of the female sex. Between 20-30 years old, under 150 pounds, and under 5'5". I've got some ideas I want to try. Now run along back to your masters and tell them this dog isn't broken no matter how cold the water gets."

The guard staggers out of the room after Ezra and pukes into a bucket the guard outside the room had placed there for him. Ezra surveys the lunch menu, absent-mindedly licking some blood off his hand.
"Elephant?" Ezra taps the outside guard on the shoulder. "I won't be ordering from the menu today..." he reads the guard's nametag "...Gary. Instead I'll be having a dozen slightly runny fried eggs, four fried meat patties with cheese on buns, and a gallon of apple cider. I had to do some impromptu surgery due to a problem with my prosthetics-" Ezra rolls up his sleeves and reveals rotting flesh around his arm implants falling off and being regrown and Gary is now the one choking back vomit "-and I need extra protein and to keep my blood sugar up. And I missed breakfast."

Ezra steps into his cell as Gary shuts it behind him, then turns to the clear wall separating them and makes a shooing motion with his right hand. Gary scampers off and Stewart goes to put in the request for Ezra's next test subject as Ezra reads the daily news allowed by the prison to him.
How did these imbeciles expect him to make any real progress if he wasn't allowed to collaborate with others of his intellectual standing? If intelligence was so common that some nameless mercenary working for the Wings of Freedom could invent a near-universal paralyzing neurotoxin then the universe was hardly lacking in such people.

Hmm, what was this? Ezro Strider and an accomplice had been arrested and would be arriving at the prison today. Mildly interesting, Ezra would be interesting in picking through his brain to see if there were any physical cause for his insanity but otherwise not that interesting.

Having exhausted the news, Ezra switched over to the CC cameras he was allowed to watch, the kitchen, the mess hall, the recreation room, and the exercise room. Let's see what's going on in the kitchen...

 

[Siren77]

As Ezro was escorted into the assembly hall, Ezro couldn’t help but look around and get a better view of all the other new prisoners arriving with him. There was the usual gruff and tuff crowd of extremely tattooed and oddly bald men, nothing special there. However, there was one woman who caught his eye. It was interesting to see such a vibrant young woman already having been sent to a hellhole like this. Her story must make to be an interesting one, not that it was any of his business. Ezro’s head was forced back to attention at the front as himself and the others were finally arriving before the multitude of prisoners in the hall with them. Where they entered led to a raised platform with restraints for every person arriving. The old cuffs were removed and every new inmate was placed in the metallic restraints, like pigs being prepared for slaughter. A lone man dressed in the uniform of a Warden stood on the platform, eyes affixed on the arrivals. His eyes cold, and remorseless. So this is the man who will be subjugating us for the next little bit. Seems like he’s good enough at his job.

Ezro scanned the various inmates, and saw some familiar faces as well. Mainly people who he managed to turn in for bounty money. This wasn’t going to be fun. However, there was another individual who caught his eye. A very rare individual. Well I’ll be damned, they managed to throw a Seravee into prison. This one definitely has potential. With any luck I might be able to see more of him.

Before the ex-officer could plot 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!” He stepped in front of the woman from earlier. “First, a memeber of the Wings of Freedom, one of the most infamous terrorists organizations in the cosmos! Aiding in the murder of thousands, smuggling and possessing illegal substances, and posing as a medic without a license. We have Aubrey Flynn!” The Warden reached up and brushed the side of her face with his hand. “This one will make a fine trophy for any one of you.”

Moving on, the Warden skipped over a couple prisoners moving to the left and stopped in front of Mona, “This one I’m sure many of you are familiar with, Mona June. A once revered Captain and bounty hunter, she’s responsible for many of your captures. I’m sure you’ll treat her very, very well. Her reason for being here was an act of treason in aiding a traitor and murderer. Speaking of the devil.”

The man moved and stood face to face with the restrained Ezro. “The brave Ezro Strider, an ex officer of the ITF and sworn in solider. Said to have gone mad and turned against one of his own, attacking and murdering him before feeling like a coward and stowing away for several months. A disgrace to our organization, and a disgrace to his bloodline.” Ezro grit his teeth as he struggled on his bindings for a moment, and eventually gave up only to spit upon the Warden. A profound smack erupted in the hall as the man backhanded Ezro. “Such a disrespectful rat deserves to rot for time in all eternity. Now, everyone’s been accounted for. Time for breakfast, get moving.” That said, the Warden exited the way the arrivals had come in and everyone began to be escorted out of the assembly hall and down to the cafeteria where breakfast was already being served. Ezro felt sick to his stomach, already knowing pure hell awaited them.


fickleglory FireMaiden Hextremus

 

[Hextremus]

Something was speaking to him. What a surprise. Vii's head snapped to look up at whoever had approached him, the movement so fast it was unnatural. The head tilted to one side as the six eyes focused on the Floran standing beside him. Apparently he was less than happy with the clicking the Seravee produced. Vii found himself bristling in annoyance, carapace shifting as a low hiss emerged from him.

Considering whether to reveal his knowledge of English to the Floran, Vii's annoyance triumphed.

"And how would you feel if I asked you to cease breathing, Floran?"

Viirek growled quietly, slowly rising from his crouch to his full height. Every word he spoke was unnatural; his tone was coarse and grating in a way that was instantly displeasing to anything with ears that understood English, every word punctuated by those shrill clicks and hisses. However, his attention was drawn away from the plant-like creature as the new inmates were finally assembled. Vii lowered himself back into his crouch, head low to the ground as he inspected them. The Warden began introducing them soon after.

First introduced was a former member of the Wings of Freedom, a medic without a license. Viirek hissed quietly in thought; he'd been commissioned by the Wings of Freedom many times before. His reputation as an expert smuggler of basically anything had made him a go-to for them, making her a potential ally.

Mona June, huh? That was a name he feared. What criminal didn't fear the hammer of the law? June was simply an extension of that hammer. Interesting that she'd been reduced to his level. A fallen angel, in a sense. Vii had no prejudices towards her. She was here with him as a criminal, and that was all that mattered. Besides, it looked like he no longer had to fear her name.

Ezro Strider wasn't a name he knew, nor did he recognise the fleshy creature the name belonged to. His history sounded mildly interesting, so the Seravee made a mental note to keep an eye or three on him. He hadn't missed the human's inspecting of him, after all...

As the inmates were led out of the hall for breakfast, Vii decided it would be in his best interests to forge an alliance of sorts with these three individuals. With their histories, they could finally be the keys he needed to escape this hellhole.

[ Agent ]

 

[FireMaiden]

Aubrey Flynn
When she noticed Ezro looking at her, she winked, giving him a little smirk. First impressions were everything you know, and this little act she was putting up wouldn't last for ever, but everyone she could get at least some interested could be a potential ally. And if she was going to die here, may as well do it with some people on her side. And who knows, maybe she could even survive long enough to escape. Though where would she go? Somewhere cold and cozy maybe.

Anyway, her eyes left Ezro as they were taken into the main area of their judgement? Or maybe advertisement. Of course, she couldn't help but look around as she walked, and there was a big problem she immdeiatly noticed. Including herself and the woman from the transport, she saw no other females. Which means these boys were going to be trouble. She already recognized the hungry look in their eyes. Well, that meant she certainly needed to get the other woman on her side, and either make an example of someone rather quickly, or she needed to convince some of these mean to act protection. The first option was what she was probably going to be forced to execute. Reguardless, she kept a rather calm, yet confident look in her eyes. Her her smirk had faded.

Aubrey was certainly unnerved when the Warden decided to call attention to her first. She didn't pull away from his touch, but she didn't respond with any of the numerous replies she had come up with. Everything from threats to flirting with him, but objectively, none of them help her situation at all. However, that little trophy comment promoted her to respond. "Please Warden, flattery will get you no where," She said, her words holding a bitter bite as she sent a cold glare to the man's back.

Next up was the other woman. Mona June, of course recognized that name. The Wings of Freedom had many operatives dissapper because of her, but they also caused her a lot of trouble. Reguardless of who she was, or who she may think she still is, it didn't change her plans of befriending her. And then, the man, Ezro. He was a typical desertion case, that dragged on a little to long, and poor little Mona into this shitstorm. Aubrey furrowed her brows as she looked around the assebemly hall, but she didn't have long to look around as she and the other prisoners were being taken to the cafeteria.

 

[Agent]

Well isn't that real interesting, the creature speaks without a mouth! "I'm impressed, you can speak English." He comments, completely ignoring the question he was given. An interruption came in the form of several new inmates, so the bug-thing's attention was turned to something more 'important'.

This better be interesting. Terran thought to himself, taking a few steps to a place he could get a good view on the new guys. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Warden announces to everyone that they've got some new buddy-buddies. Disinterest was painted on his face as the warden started announcing random losers.

Aubrey Flynn was a medic without a license who supplied narcotics and murdered people, apparently. Nothing too special, sounds like. I haven't heard of these 'Wings of Freedom', so they're probably just small-time pirates. And how wrong he would be. He's never heard of the Wings of Freedom, because he didn't get much of a chance before he was abruptly taken to go die on a literal star.

And the second person is a Mona June, and despite being the 'smart guy', he hardly recognized the names of these people. Probably because he stayed out of human affairs.

Now this Erzo fellow, Terran had heard of rumors circulating among guards that they'd caught an 'Erzo' and that he was going to rot on this planet just like everyone else here. Also unspecial, but he's got a lot of nerve... Terran smiles slightly as the warden backhands Erzo.

Terran watched the three of them start walking as breakfast was about to be served.

 

[Siren77]

The three new prisoners were released from their restraints beforehand being guided along side the rest of the inmates. As a pack, the incarcerated ones were shuffled through a series of halls before arriving at their destination of the food hall. Just as the doors were opened for them, a voice came over an intercom. “All prisoners still confined must be escorted to the cafeteria. Including those being punished for poor behavior.” This wouldn’t just be breakfast, it would be an all out massacre if something went wrong. Not long after the bulk of the inmates had arrived, a small alarm sounded off before an entrance opposite to the one they came in opened up and a small flow of prisoners entered as well. Normally there’d be guards present to insure that order was kept in the mess hall, but unsurprisingly today they were nowhere to be found. The new prisoners would find that hungry eyes fell on them, for one reason or another.

Ezro was the first to move, stepping out of the pack and making his way up to the serving area where he got his share of... whatever the hell it was being served to them. No amount of fear or care was shown on his face, instead just a blank and bored look. The ex-officer found himself a seat at an empty table. One by one, other inmates followed his move and began getting their food as well. However some of the brutes remained, hellbent on causing trouble.

 

[FireMaiden]

Aubrey Flynn
Siren77 Agent Hextremus Gravitational Force CkSmalling fickleglory
The cafeteria was an entirely different energy. Dangerous beyond reason, she knew, absolutely knew that she may have to resort to making an example of someone. The woman rubbed her wrist once the restraints were removed, and quickly moved through the line to get her food. Which looked...less than appealing. Reagurdless, woth her tray in hand, she quickly found and empty seat and began to eat. The good thing about it is that it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be.

As the table began to fill up, the seat beside and across from her remained empty, as the brutes wanted to keep their distance for some reason that, while Aubrey didn't know, it made her anxious. That was, until a hand touched her shoulder. Large, tattooed, and with a heavy grip, she instantly knew that this wasn't a friendly man. Glancing over her shoulder, she was met with the scared face of another inmate. "Can I help you?" She asked, her voice low and cold.

"You've got to move. Not your spot," He said curtly, "Unless you want to pay for it," He added with a sneer as his hand began to move forward. He didn't get far as Aubrey grabbed one of her sharp utensils, stood quickly, spun, and shoved it into the man's neck. Not in a spot that would kill him, but one that friendly made him think twice about his offer. Only there for 20 minutes, and already there as blood on her hands. And her face actually as it splatter when she ripped the knife out. Across her cheek and nose, she left the man screaming profanities and horendious slurs loud enough for everyone to hear as she sat back down to continue eating, wiping his blood off with a napkin, though her skin was still stained.

 

[fickleglory]

Mona June wanted nothing to do with the cafeteria's meal. She kept to herself and began to make her way to the door. She'd prefer to stand somewhere, that might feel safer. The woman's hand rubbed her wrists and watched the feral people among themselves.

It wasn't long until she witnessed, what she thought was a shanking. Mona's draw dropped. Firstly, there was no way a prison gave sharp objects to inmates, let alone one with excessively dangerous inmates. Secondly, is everyone just going to ignore it just happened. The woman's eyes glass over security while her finger shakily pointed in the general direction of the 30 second brawl.

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[Agent]

Today on the menu, we're having slop. At least that's what Terran thinks of the food. Unlike other Floran, which would eat just about anything, Terran had more of an acquired taste. However, that wasn't enough to overpower his hunger, so sat down and casually forced the sickening mush down his gullet.

As usual, some moron always started shit in the cafeteria. Terran didn't turn around to look at the situation, and kept eating.
*shnk* "Son of a... BITCH-"
Terran turns around this time as someone raises their voice. Oh how interesting. Someone's been stabbed in the neck. Humans were always savages. He didn't care and went back to his usual business.

...unless a full on brawl starts, that is.

FireMaiden

 

[Gravitational Force]

Ezra was surprised when four guards entered his room.
"What's going on?!"
One of them, who Ezra recognized as the guard who'd vomited upon seeing his work, grinned.
"Word from the top: no more special treatment. You're being moved to general population."

"WHAT?! But my research-"
"Never happened. The government has never sanctioned any experiments by Ezra Invidia and he was given no special treatment. All documentation shows he was treated the same as any prisoner."

Ezra goggled at this. What had happened?! There'd been no sign of anything and now he was going to be thrown in with the rest of the rabble with all evidence to suggest he was always there?! No, this must be some mist-
Ezra was grabbed and dragged to the dining room, where he was thrown in with the rest of the prisoners. This went unnoticed since they were all staring at a woman who'd just stabbed another prisoner in the throat. Ezra dusted off his prison uniform, drew himself up to his full height, and tried to figure out why she looked familiar to him.

No wait, it wasn't her specifically, she had the exact physical attributes he wanted to test a new transplantation technique on. Well, if he couldn't have his experiments sanctioned by the prison and access to the lab he could at least ensure that he was near his next test subject once they saw reason and let him resume his experiments.

Striding up to the woman, Ezra held out his hand.
"Congratulations on your start. The current record is still at 18 minutes 13 seconds for first blood in the dining room, but I doubt you were trying to break it. I'd suggest making friends quickly, starting with me."
Making a fist, Ezra punched the man she'd slashed. With Ezra's metal arms and augmented muscles meeting the man's throat, the man folded up and collapsed. Ezra took the seat across from the woman as he did so.

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[FireMaiden]

Aubrey Flynn
Gravitational Force fickleglory
Aubrey quickly noticed Mona's reaction, giving the other woman a pleasnt, close eyed smile. When she opened her eyes again, they held a certain sterness that showed maybe, just maybe, this woman wasn't the crazy violent type she had just made herself out to be. Maybe her signature bun would have helped, as well as some of her face being smeared woth blood, but she still intended on befriending the other woman. It was important. However, she she was about to waltz over and assess her, making it clear that she, one, had a need for Mona, and two, that the guards didn't care, when a man approached her.

"Oh really?" She asked, giving his hand a slight shake, looking up at him. Before of course watching as he threw a rather strong punch into the man who she had stabbed. She couldn't help but chuckle. "A man after my own heart," she commented, putting her elbow on the table to rest her chin in the palm of her hand while she help eye contact with this strange man. Well, his attitude was a bit strange. A little high class for the common folk, she could already tell that much. Though in turn, she could consider her attidtue the same.

"Friends are important, certainly in a place like this. But what makes you want to be mine?" She mused, "A man like yourself doesn't just go around asking to be friends." She gave him a small smirk, her eyes drifting towards his arms, before lazily traveling back to his face. "I'm Aubrey Flynn, it's a pleasure to meet you."

 

[Siren77]

As Ezro shoveled the slop into his mouth, he did his best to ignore the extremely odd taste. Normally his picky eating would prevent him from consuming such a thing, but due to him having been starved almost his whole ride to Inferos he needed any food he could get his hands on. Mid bite, the sudden confrontation between the woman he had seen earlier and the man caught his eye. Ezro couldn’t help but chuckle at her actions That’s one way to get a big target put on your head. There was a man that was one of the last to enter that had approached her, which Ezro found him to be rather odd. He seemed rather cocky of himself, considering the introduction he had overheard. He had some obvious augmentation to his arms, making him an even more intruiging person. Ezro would have to keep his eyes on him.

As the brute from earlier stumbled away with his heavily bleeding wound, Ezro watching him from the corner of his eye as he approached some of what could only be his cronies. Fingers were pointed, scowls showed, and it was all too obvious what was going to happen. The five men he had approached stood from their table and were about to cross the aisle behind Ezro until he spoke, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The five thugs turned and frowned at the man. Ezro payed then no attention and continued on eating, but was well aware of their presence.

“And why exactly shouldn’t we?”

“Because you’re clearly outmatched.” Laughs followed after this comment.

“ ‘is five against two, how the hell do you suppose we’re outmatched?”

Still not looking, Ezro pointed his thumb at the two sitting at the table across the cafeteria. “The lady just stabbed your friend in the throat with a fucking knife. And her new accomplice has some interesting augmentations to his arms. I’m surprised he didn’t break your friends jaw. What do you have? You’re just a couple of normal looking inmates, nothing special about you.” A firm hand fell on his right shoulder.

“Normal eh? Well how about we kick the shit out of you first to prove a point, and then take care of our business.”

“That’s honestly a worse choice. See if you choose to just go over there and do what you will, you’ll have atleast 30 seconds more to live due to your stroll. Or, I can kill you here and now.”

“You odds are worse bub, five on one doesn’t sound like a good bet.”

“Try me.”

There was a pause, followed by the man closest to Ezro reclining his arm and throwing a fist. In a split second Ezro snapped around in his seat, bored expression on hand, and clamped his hand over the thugs fist. Tisking, he looked at the mans fist before locking eyes with him. “You should’ve atleast tried to grab a knife or something.” His grip tightened slowly, like a vice, and soon after small pops and cracks came from the mans hand followed by a blood cuddling scream as the various bones in it cracked and broke. After enough flesh was shredded from the pulverized appendage, Ezro let go of the blood pouring hand before standing up from the table. “Now you’ve made a mess, and ruined my appetite.” Lazily he put his hands up before eyeing the other four as the fifth cowered away whimpering with his mutilated hand. “Come on then.”

It didn’t take much, they followed thee firsts move by trying to take swings at Ezro to which he ducked and dodged out of the way before finally catching one of them and coming under the arm before heaving them up and straight down through the table. Three more...

A more practical approach was taken and two of them attacked at once. Ezro took a small jump back to avoid the hit before dashing forward and smashing the twos heads together. As they fell unconscious, he looked up for the fifth only to see him missing. He had filed to keep track of him. Suddenly a splitting pain went through his shoulder. Ezro winced and turned around to see the last man, obviously frightened wielding the knife Ezro had been eating with. “Really, you really did that? After I just showed you that violence wasn’t a good idea, you still choice the option of stabbing me.” He could feel the blood flowing down his back. “Son of a bitch, now I’m gonna have to get this fixed up.”

Amid all the ruckus, Ezro hasn’t noticed a majority of the other prisoners were now on their feet eyeing both himself, June, and the two from before. “You bastards have caused a real mess of our breakfast and hurt a few of our friends.” Said one man, “I think you all need a good crushing to make up for it.”

This time, Ezro was well aware of the bad odds for all of them. Looking over to the two at the table, he figured they could hold their own until the guards arrived. Time to start a riot.

The four mentioned weren’t the only ones to begin being assaulted by the angry prisoners. Many bystanders were also picked up and beat to a pulp. The cafeteria was a mess, and it’s every man for themselves at this point. Ezro fought his way over to Mona and stood back to back with her as the oncoming inmates came after them. “I know we aren’t on good terms right now but I figure it might be in our best interest to help one another out. Atleast for the next fifteen minutes or so.”

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[CkSmalling]

Robert Stone Jr
Kitchen Area​

Robert felt pleased with himself serving the rare ingredient but something felt off. His meal was always on point but the mashed potatoes looked kinda weird. He took a taste of the potatoes and got a general idea of the mood in the mess. DISGUSTING!!!!!!!!!!!! never has he had any foul mashed potatoes. How is even mashe potatoes messed up? He looked for the cook incharge of the potatoes for a solid three minutes before finding him cowering in the pantry area, snorting something white. Looks like hard drugs.

"I only gave you one task, mashed potatoes. The easiest task i can give you. How in the FUCK did you mess that up?" He clenched his bionic arm in rage.

"I'm sorry boss. It's just that, my fix..." he snorted a large whiff of the white substance. "...i may have used the wrong potatoes. "

Robert instinctively grabbed him by his neck and snapped it like a twig. "Snort whatever shit your snoring in hell. " He picked his body and threw it in the oven. "A few hours before his body is broken down into ash. That settles that." He made his way back to the kitchen to assess what to do to fix but it was too late. Guess his day just got messed up.

He heard an uproar from the mess and he got there just in time to see a riot forming up. He looked and saw a couple of people hurdled up fighting against the whole prison. Seems like they have a plan and I am definitely joining in. A couple of misfits don't randomly join up together cause they want to, they have something in mind. He looked around to his staff only to see bloodlust in their eyes. "Gentlemen, it has been an honor serving with you. You can go wild if you wish to. Seems like some people have no plans of coming back.. Whoever is left standing, you are now the head chef of this prison."

The staff smiled and rushed into the eating area,screaming and shouting as they plunged the kitchen utilities into the backs of unsuspecting prisoners. He made his way to the dynamic duo who were back to back to each other, switching from breaking arms to breaking legs and neck from time to time. Some managed to land a couple of hits on him but he brushed the injuries off.

"It seems like you two could need a hand and a cook in whatever plan you are hatching. Ohh and don't judge me on whatever you have eaten today. Someone messed up in the mashed potato region and for that I deeply apologize. So I assume you have a plan?"

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