~*~Back on the flying Prison of the Eliokon Empire~*~
#-00359 stumbled into her cell and collapsed in its entrance. The guard behind the door pushed her inside with his foot and laughed at her while he locked the door and walked away. Getting wearily to her hands and knees she could see white fluff strewn around her room. They had torn through her things again. Slyly she looked behind her at the stone, it was still set solidly into the wall. Getting slowly to her feet she wavered a little but managed to gather most of the fluff and jam it painfully back into the sack and fall on top of it just as the lights to the room were cut.
A shattering scream of metal on metal jerked her awake with a throbbing head and jaw for company. Just as she was about to climb from the bed to look out the barred window her door flew open and a guard carrying what looked like a very, very sick man over one shoulder was hoisted off and thrown onto her floor.
The guard grinned ferally at her but backed out of the doorway after kicking the heap at his feet. "Company for you, treat him nice he likes to bite." As he left with a growl she saw several puncture marks along the side of the guards face and neck. Cautiously she crawled over to the man on the floor and rolled him none too gently onto his back. A premature shock settled into acceptance when she realized his green pallor was not because of an illness, but because he was a different species all together.
The alien moaned and #-00359 backed up until she bumped into the bed. She watched carefully as the alien sat slowly up and rubbed at the base of his antennae. She openly took in his profile and admired his stark alien beauty, it had been a very long time since she had seen anything other than the disgusting guards or the broken spirits and bleeding faces of her fellow prisoners. To see someone with a harsh radiating spirit as well as the lines of striking bone-work was something she could appreciate. Realizing that she had been holding her breath, she took one shaky breath in but held it again when the alien turned his head sharply toward her.
He regarded her with close nearly violent scrutiny, the lines of his face relaxed only marginally but his eyes had lost an aggressive glint. Letting out her breath he looked slowly around the room, taking in what little there was to see. When he faced her again, she suddenly felt sorry for him. The room was cramped and small enough with just her small frame, but she was sure if he stretched onto the floor in his entirety his shoulders would nearly cover the width and his height the length of the dirty room.
" I hope you aren't claustrophobic." She managed a grin but the stiff bruising along the side of her face turned it into a grimace. He regarded her again, and she could see him begin to power up. "Wait!" She cried, but too late. The chi cuff clamped tightly around his thick wrist sparked and a sickly glow covered his body. She resisted the urge to shrink away as he began to convulse but instead held his head in her lap and leaned onto his bulk with her weight to try to settle some the more severe spasms. When the twitching had passed he groaned and panted hard for nearly ten minutes until one of his eyes peeked open.
"What the fuck.was that?" His deep gravely voice was hoarse and quiet, a light purple tint across his cheeks. He tried to sit up but only managed to lift his shoulders off of the ground before he fell back into her lap again.
"That would be the chi ring strapped to your wrist. The more power you surge the more it surges back. It sucks I know." She tapped her own wrist and carefully slid her legs from under his head and scooted to his side to look at the chi-dampening bracelet. Stamped deeply into the metal were the set of numbers 01009 along with the letter 'A' in red. She looked up at him in awe before helping him to sit. He slid back until his back touched the wall where he could lean comfortably.
They sat in silence for quite some time, the alien brooding over what had become of him, and her of the level of his strength. Finally he raised his head and frowned deeply. She averted her gaze, not able to look at him while he was staring so intently. She suddenly felt horribly self- conscious, she hadn't had a decent haircut in six years, only hacking it off in short shaggy chunks with her carving knife when it grew long enough to get in the way. She knew she was filthy, all of the prisoners were hosed down once every twelve days or so with a pesticide and soap concoction made to keep the disease and pestilence at a minimum. And the twelfth day was three days away, which meant she had been sweating and crawling in filth for nearly a week and a half.
"Where am I?" He cleared his throat and tried to stretch his crinkly muscles in the small space.
"On a prison space shuttle. You've been picked up because you were marked as a possible threat to the Eliokon Empire. You were given a letter, so it means you were marked because of your strength." She shrugged and tried not to look directly at him.
He eyed her oddly for a moment before asking, "Then why are you here?"
She shrugged but a hard glint shone in her eyes and her face stiffened. "Not for my strength."
"Who are you?" He leaned forward and grimaced at the pain in his back. His mouth tasted awful too, like he had been chewing on sweaty leather.
"I don't like to get so attached to know names of others." Her face got a dreamy look for a moment but came back sharply into focus. "It's Jaunie, but everyone calls me Negate.I'm one of few negatives here. I don't know what the negatives mean, but there are about fifty prisoners for every one negative."
He frowned and rubbed an antenna for a moment before wincing. Negate could see a purple bruise forming around its base. "I've been here five years and I've never seen anyone like you before." Negate tried to make it sound like a statement more than a question, but the alien on the floor grunted, looking almost hurt by the comment.
"I'm a Namek." He turned slightly away, not achieving much in the confined space. Negate felt guilty and awkward in the ensuing silence, but after the lights were cut exhaustion gripped her body again and she fell into a deep slumber.
#-00359 stumbled into her cell and collapsed in its entrance. The guard behind the door pushed her inside with his foot and laughed at her while he locked the door and walked away. Getting wearily to her hands and knees she could see white fluff strewn around her room. They had torn through her things again. Slyly she looked behind her at the stone, it was still set solidly into the wall. Getting slowly to her feet she wavered a little but managed to gather most of the fluff and jam it painfully back into the sack and fall on top of it just as the lights to the room were cut.
A shattering scream of metal on metal jerked her awake with a throbbing head and jaw for company. Just as she was about to climb from the bed to look out the barred window her door flew open and a guard carrying what looked like a very, very sick man over one shoulder was hoisted off and thrown onto her floor.
The guard grinned ferally at her but backed out of the doorway after kicking the heap at his feet. "Company for you, treat him nice he likes to bite." As he left with a growl she saw several puncture marks along the side of the guards face and neck. Cautiously she crawled over to the man on the floor and rolled him none too gently onto his back. A premature shock settled into acceptance when she realized his green pallor was not because of an illness, but because he was a different species all together.
The alien moaned and #-00359 backed up until she bumped into the bed. She watched carefully as the alien sat slowly up and rubbed at the base of his antennae. She openly took in his profile and admired his stark alien beauty, it had been a very long time since she had seen anything other than the disgusting guards or the broken spirits and bleeding faces of her fellow prisoners. To see someone with a harsh radiating spirit as well as the lines of striking bone-work was something she could appreciate. Realizing that she had been holding her breath, she took one shaky breath in but held it again when the alien turned his head sharply toward her.
He regarded her with close nearly violent scrutiny, the lines of his face relaxed only marginally but his eyes had lost an aggressive glint. Letting out her breath he looked slowly around the room, taking in what little there was to see. When he faced her again, she suddenly felt sorry for him. The room was cramped and small enough with just her small frame, but she was sure if he stretched onto the floor in his entirety his shoulders would nearly cover the width and his height the length of the dirty room.
" I hope you aren't claustrophobic." She managed a grin but the stiff bruising along the side of her face turned it into a grimace. He regarded her again, and she could see him begin to power up. "Wait!" She cried, but too late. The chi cuff clamped tightly around his thick wrist sparked and a sickly glow covered his body. She resisted the urge to shrink away as he began to convulse but instead held his head in her lap and leaned onto his bulk with her weight to try to settle some the more severe spasms. When the twitching had passed he groaned and panted hard for nearly ten minutes until one of his eyes peeked open.
"What the fuck.was that?" His deep gravely voice was hoarse and quiet, a light purple tint across his cheeks. He tried to sit up but only managed to lift his shoulders off of the ground before he fell back into her lap again.
"That would be the chi ring strapped to your wrist. The more power you surge the more it surges back. It sucks I know." She tapped her own wrist and carefully slid her legs from under his head and scooted to his side to look at the chi-dampening bracelet. Stamped deeply into the metal were the set of numbers 01009 along with the letter 'A' in red. She looked up at him in awe before helping him to sit. He slid back until his back touched the wall where he could lean comfortably.
They sat in silence for quite some time, the alien brooding over what had become of him, and her of the level of his strength. Finally he raised his head and frowned deeply. She averted her gaze, not able to look at him while he was staring so intently. She suddenly felt horribly self- conscious, she hadn't had a decent haircut in six years, only hacking it off in short shaggy chunks with her carving knife when it grew long enough to get in the way. She knew she was filthy, all of the prisoners were hosed down once every twelve days or so with a pesticide and soap concoction made to keep the disease and pestilence at a minimum. And the twelfth day was three days away, which meant she had been sweating and crawling in filth for nearly a week and a half.
"Where am I?" He cleared his throat and tried to stretch his crinkly muscles in the small space.
"On a prison space shuttle. You've been picked up because you were marked as a possible threat to the Eliokon Empire. You were given a letter, so it means you were marked because of your strength." She shrugged and tried not to look directly at him.
He eyed her oddly for a moment before asking, "Then why are you here?"
She shrugged but a hard glint shone in her eyes and her face stiffened. "Not for my strength."
"Who are you?" He leaned forward and grimaced at the pain in his back. His mouth tasted awful too, like he had been chewing on sweaty leather.
"I don't like to get so attached to know names of others." Her face got a dreamy look for a moment but came back sharply into focus. "It's Jaunie, but everyone calls me Negate.I'm one of few negatives here. I don't know what the negatives mean, but there are about fifty prisoners for every one negative."
He frowned and rubbed an antenna for a moment before wincing. Negate could see a purple bruise forming around its base. "I've been here five years and I've never seen anyone like you before." Negate tried to make it sound like a statement more than a question, but the alien on the floor grunted, looking almost hurt by the comment.
"I'm a Namek." He turned slightly away, not achieving much in the confined space. Negate felt guilty and awkward in the ensuing silence, but after the lights were cut exhaustion gripped her body again and she fell into a deep slumber.
