Chapter 1: Jericho
Kolyat Krios leaned back in his seat on the prison transport ship. It had been hours now since he'd been sentenced. a life sentence for the killing of Joram Talid. Kolyat didn't care. Talid, his dad, Shepard, they were all bastards who didn't care nothing about anything other than themselves. All of them paled in comparison to one certain human man, however.
Captain Armando Bailey. He was the one who arrested Kolyat. The one who gave evidence against him. The one who was there in the Council chambers when they sent him down. It was the human's fault, all of it! It was because of him that the drell was on the transport, being escorted at gunpoint to the Jericho prison station, out in the far reaches of the Serpent Nebula.
Slowly, but surely, the trandsport flew up into the station, docking with it, letting out a pnuematic hiss. Kolyat surveyed the other damned souls he was sharing a ship with. Murderers, Rapists, Racist and insurance frauds. They were all, all of them, beneath his contempt.
"Alright. We're here." Kolyat's ears pricked up as he eavesdropped on the guards in the back of the transport.
"Let's get these scums processed and into their cells." The head guard on the transport said, a turian wearing a cap. He shuffled it to the other side of his head as the door opened.
Kolyat and the other criminals were herded off the ship, and into a docking bay. Many more guards were there to meet them, almost all of them armed with some sort of firearm gun.
"GET THESE JERKS INTO PROCESSING!" The turian bellowed, Kolyat wondered what his rank was. His manacles chinked and chafed as he was lead through grey, emotionless corridors that displayed the brilliant murky blackness of space beyond, the stars twinkling like a happy uncle's eye on Christmas Day.
Eventually the criminals were led into a small showerchamber.
"Stop here!" A guard ordered, hitting Kolyat lightly in the chest with his nightstick. The man in front of him, a batarian, was stripped, hosed down and covered with delouser, before heading further into the prison. "It's your turn now." The guard said.
"Fuck you." Kolyat spat. The batarian guard scowled raising his stick to give Kolyat an amazingly crunchtastic beatdown. He rained blows down on the young drell with the unrestrained anger of a violent guard. It was all the drell could do to tuck in his head and avoid the majority of the blows. He spat out blood, and quite possibly a tooth or two as the guard finally managed to restrain himself.
"I think you've learned how we deal with trouble makers here now, Mr. Krios!" The guard laughed "Now get up and take off your pants."
Kolyat was forced to haul himself to his feet and disrobe. He was then hosed down, the hard water hitting his amphibious body, running down his neck, his shoulders and his rock hard pecs. He was deloused, and forced into an illfitting prison jumpsuit.
"Let's give this one a treat." The insulted guard said, a smirk on his lips. "Put him in with Thrax."
All the other guard and prisoners paled, and Kolyat didn't know why.
Armando Bailey reclined in his office's chair. He'd upgraded to a comfier brand with the money he'd made "looking the other way". He got a message on his communicator.
"Is it dealt with?" The voice, coming through the speakers, haggard and harsh, said.
"He was sent down. Maximum sentence." Bailey said, leaning forward.
"Good. He is too dangerous to our plans. He knows too much and he could stop it all." The voice said.
"Yes, my lord." Captain Bailey said back.
"I will be in contact soon. Do NOT fail me again." The voice said, ominously.
"Don't worry. I won't." Bailey said, rising to his feet and bowing. "Goodbye, Shadow Broker."