Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 2:40 am Post subject: Prisoners of Xilinix - RP
In the dark vacuum of space, a large freighter filled with prisoners and officers is approaching the Xilinx Universal Penitentiary, a space station of epic proportions. Its prisoners are currently fastened to benches with straps attached holding their arms down. A small robotic female voice echoes throughout the freighter, “Now docking. Officers, please secure the prisoners.” A sudden stop and a loud clap awoke some of the sleeping prisoners locked down on the freighter.
Within the prison, a small man about the size of a lawn gnome with a large black mustache and bald head started down the cell block’s halls and ringing a loud bell. “Get up you scum! Breakfast time! You know the drill; take a left from the recreation area’s entrance to the feeding hall on your way out!” Each cell started opening to allow the prisoners to their meals.
The cell block left no evidence of a space station. It was full of rusting metal and crumbling cement, and looked exactly like the cell blocks of a normal prison on earth. _________________ It's time to kick ass and chew bubble gum, and I'm all outta gum
Sometimes good, sometimes bad... Always clever.
"Love" is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope.
Ren woke up. Breakfast. Good, I was just getting hungry. His voice had a hiss to it. His silver braided hair fell over his face as he started getting off the cot. Hmm, what's going to go wrong today? He smiles and gets up. Yawning, he stretches out. Then he leaves his cell. Hssss, light. I loathe light. He walks to the mess hall. _________________
"He finds you when you're sleeping, and when the daylight fades..."
Chris was leaning on the cell wall near the door as the "gnome" walked by. "'Bout time" Chris said as he flicked a cig butt out through the cell door. And over the man's head "I'm starvin' and you guys are ten minutes behind this mornin'." *A soft thud echoed through the station. A smile crawled across Chris' face. "There goin' to be fresh meat today." *Chris left his cell and walked to the mess hall.* _________________ [size=20]Gravity is a contributing factor in nearly 73% of all accidents involving falling objects.[/size]
Ren bumps into Chris on the way to the mess hall. Oh, hey Smoke. Have you gotten word on the shades I asked for? He smiles again. To others he looks like the grim reaper, but those who know him call him stitch because he's a good quick fix doc when you don't want the guards knowing you're hurt. Well? _________________
"He finds you when you're sleeping, and when the daylight fades..."
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Despite the crude nature of the constraints that dug into his skin, the old man showed no sign of any discomfort he may have been experiencing. His left eyelid drooped over the red-tinted orb it held in, and the eye opposite it glanced over as though hoping to catch a glimpse of its lazy companion past the barrier of the nose. Such freedom and individuality was not common in the description of the parts of a whole, especially when that whole represents a normal living being. But then again, the old man hardly followed any standards.
His eyes were only a small portion of what was unique about the man known only as 'Sarasvati.' His more unnatural parts tended to almost have a will of their own, even before his gods had delivered him into the hands of those who would have him locked away. Now that the heretics had done as they wished to him though, his biomechanical extensions of his body were like the crew of a ship on shore leave; drunk and not listening half the time.
For this very reason Sarasvati awoke to find his left eye napping along with him, and the right spying on the left. He wondered what it was the right could be thinking, but at that moment it, like a child caught disobeying, snapped back to perfect attention. It tracked the inside of the freighter just like he wanted it to while the left remained only half-awake. It was this seemingly flawless compliance that had Sarasvati worried, because it meant the eye was up to something. He realized he would have to keep a sharp ocular nerve out to make sure it didn’t get into any trouble.
In the meantime, the hustle of the prison staff caused Sarasvati to push his concerns aside for the moment. It appeared that he had been carried to his new destination successfully. This didn’t concern him, because he knew that wherever mortals might stow him away, the W’rkncacnter would find him. This thought filled him with both fear and excitement; enough so that his left eye finally blinked away the last of its sleepiness and started working, albeit rather groggily.
Determined to remain undisturbed by the affairs of lesser beings, Sarasvati turned his thoughts inward and slipped away into contemplation on his place in the order of existence. _________________
At the back of the freighter was a rustly electronic sliding door with Blue paint on it labeled CRYO-ROOM. An officer standing guard typed in a keypad which opened the door. Some prisoners still attached to their seats were curious enough to look inside the opening door.
Four tubes capable of holding humanoids opened and released a blue gas. Bodies fell out of the tubes and onto the floor in a quick second. One body in particular had a blindfold on as it curled up in a ball and shivered as did the others, but it pushed itself up on his feet and cracked his neck in stiffness. _________________ It's time to kick ass and chew bubble gum, and I'm all outta gum
Sometimes good, sometimes bad... Always clever.
"Love" is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope.
Ryoshi looked up from the book she'd been reading. It was an old book, written by a John O'Conner about Skynet and the bioroids they created that nearly wiped out the human race. Although the story was fictional, its ideas on how the bioroids worked, were intriguing and possible, but rather archaic to a Thraxah. It's a good start, too bad humans have always been slow and wrong.She let's out a sigh, folds the corner of the page she's on and sets the book down. She picks up an apple she had snagged yesterday from lunch and bites into it.
While she's chewing down breakfast she slides her chair over to her workstation. She checks out her email, empty again. She logs into the intranet to check out the maintenance schedule.
Fix the ventilation in cell 482, prisoner is getting too much clean air.
Check the water heater. Prisoners enjoying the hot water, lower the temperature 5 degrees celcius.
Prisoner # 686985's wheelchair needs fixing. It's moving too fast.
She runs her finger across the screen seeing what jobs she has to do today.Nothing interesting... she thinks. Just as she hits the end of the page something catches her eye. Freighter arriving with new inmates. She grabs the apple with her tail to free up her hands to quickly query the list of new inmates, seeing if anything catches her attention. "Well now just what do we have here?" she asks out loud. _________________ Sarcasm, just one more service that I offer.
Chris just shook his head. "It's like I told you last week, Stitch, I can't run out to a store and buy you a pair so it's going to take some time." *Chris smiled and chuckled "I had you there for a moment." *Chris handed Ren a pair of sunglasses that had sliver frames and Opalescent lens.* "Don't break these, it's hard enough to get stuff in here and your requirements makes it even harder to get." Both of them entered the mess hall. _________________ [size=20]Gravity is a contributing factor in nearly 73% of all accidents involving falling objects.[/size]
Ren checks them out. Good, now light won't hurt my eyes as much. He puts them on and goes to the window. A tray with strange looking waffles slides to him. I just love these waffles. His voice just shouted sarcasm. He turns around and sits at the same table he's been sitting at for 3 months. _________________
"He finds you when you're sleeping, and when the daylight fades..."
Ryoshi's eyes scan the list of new inmates. One stands out in particular.
Name: Nicholas Dennison
Age: 26
Race: Unknown
Home world: Alpha 1-778 (Space Station)
Gender: Male
Prisoner Number: 588-97462
Convicted Crimes: Arson of an Orphanage, Murder of 1 women, 1 child, and 3 men
Sentence: Death
Distinguishing Marks: Brown fur. Complete absence of eyes.
She taps her claws on the desk for a moment while taking another bit of the apple. "No eyes, hrm? I'm sure I can fix that. Just need to check in with the director." Ryoshi pushes her chair backwards and spins to face the other wall. There are jars and vats lined up on shelves here. Inside the containers Ryoshi had several bio-ware components growing. She stood up and looked over the jars seeing what she had for eyes.
"Let's see... cat eyes... that would be interesting, but I don't know if this fellow is feline or what. Brown fur's a bit vague. Eagle eyes...not sure if I want to try them on someone who's going to be killed. Those were expensive to get my hands on, rather use them on someone who's not going to be put to death."
Ryoshi walked over to another corner of the room. She took the apple from her tail and finished eating most of it, throwing the core into the trash recepticle. In the other corner she had stock piles of cyber ware components. Not everything worked, and not everything was brand new. Some pieces were how do you say... slightly used?
"Cyber ware eyes. Those could be fun. DAMMIT!" Ryoshi yelled as half the room faded to black. I need to perfect this damn eye, she grumbled as she smacked the side of her temple. The eye turned back on, vision slowly returned, but in black and white. I'm going to get sick at this rate.
Ryoshi closed her right eye and used her left to sift through the cyber wares. She found a few sets of eyes. "Just need to clean em up a bit, and see what I can't do to improve them. Maybe I will figure out how to fix this damn one I have." She tapped her temple a few times with her index finger. There was a slight shock in her eye socket. "Dammit, that hurts!" She slowly opened her right eye again, blinking to clear the haze. Things were normal again.
"Definately need to perfect this model. Looks like Mr. Dennison might be able to help me with this. Now to get the boss to say yes." Ryoshi put her chair back at her desk. She locked her computer, grabbed her toolbox and backpack and headed out the door. She locked it behind her. The door was set up with quite tight security, retinal scan, fingerprint, DNA and voice recognition. She headed out to the boiler room to check out the water heater first.
_________________ Sarcasm, just one more service that I offer.
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