Note: this is after PB, Riddick's been caught and sent back to slam.
At first glance Blaze looked normal. She was 25, golden hair, not fat, nor anorexic looking, and around five foot four. Her hair was braided in pigtail braids under a black bandana. The only thing that gave her away were the handcuffs holding her hands behind her back. She was marched down the hall into the court room. She sat own in the defendants seat unceremoniously. The handcuffs were removed, but the ever present guards kept her from thinking about running away. The trial began, with too much evidence to keep her out of trouble. When the verdict was read, she didn't flinch, just stared evenly at the judge with her green eyes.
"Mister Foreman, have you come to a verdict?"
"Yes your honor, we have"
"Proceeded"
"The principality of Naaroogorn finds the defendant, Illiana Hunter, guilty on all accounts" cheers went up at this announcement.
"So say you one, so say you all?" the judge asked. The jurors all accented. She rose calmly from her seat and held out her arms for the shackles to be replaced. She went back to the holding cell she had been in for the past few weeks. The judge said her sentencing would be in the morning. Her real nickname, the name she called herself, was Blaze. The name the media had given her was "Ice Queen". She was emotionless, cold. She was when it came to the outside world- it hated her and she hated it. It had taken first her parents, then her brother. She was alone in the world, for all intents and purposes.
Riddick paced his pitch black cell in Slam. He growled low in his throat. He was going to be here for the rest of his life. A plan started formulating in his mind- if he could just escape, he could stay out. The problem was the getting out. They kept a close watch on him- they weren't stupid. It was an honor and potential death wish to guard Richard B. Riddick. He was the highest profile con in the whole joint- no one had come even close to racking up the charges like he had. He was a bad ass- that part was true. But most of the crimes that he'd been sent away for he hadn't even committed. They'd tried to kill him dozens of times and failed- the only way to keep him silent about what he knew was to make sure he had no one to talk to. They'd racked up so many charges against him he had 5 life sentences- all to be served consecutively, not concurrently. He'd nail those bastards some day- and he'd relish it when he did.
Illiana Hunter was led to Slam City in full body chains- she'd been convicted of 10 counts of murder in the first degree. They just barely relieved her of the death sentence- she was the first capitol case since the death penalty became illegal. Thank god for small favors she mused coldly to herself. She reminded herself that Slam was not a permanent, death was. She could- and would- escape from the hell hole. She felt kind of proud when a swat team met her at the prisoner loading dock. An interesting thought occurred t her- she might be the one with the worst crimes; she'd then be expected to kick everyone's ass. She sighed. She had a lot of work ahead. She began to formulate a plan to deal with the expected ass whippings. Her deft fingers relieved the nearest guard of the knife he concealed in his pocket. She smiled sweetly at him and blew him a kiss. He turned away without a word. She was unloaded and moved into her cell. In Slam, there were no women's and men's quarters. They were all put together. She imagined there wouldn't be many women in the place. Another thought, one that made her stomach crawl, occurred to her. If she were one of a handful of girls, all the guys- she stopped the though. She'd cut off their dicks before they touched her. She smiled ruefully at the though, which earned her a sharp poke in the back.
"Watch it, will you? That thing hurts" she snapped to the guard. This earned her another poke. She gave the guard the finger. She found herself slammed up against the wall, with a hand over her windpipe. She realized she couldn't kick him- her legs were shackled. So she bit into his hand and wouldn't let go until she tasted blood. She cursed and backhanded her. The stars that danced in front of her eyes didn't pahse her. She hammer fisted him in the stomach. He doubled over and another guard smacked her in the face with the butt of his rifle. She cursed as the world swam before her eyes. She was roughly made to move again. They were at the cell soon and she gave the guards the finger as the cell closed. One tried to smack her again, but the metal bars stopped him. She smiled a superior smile and went to search her new home. It was bare, with only a blanket and a raised slab of hollow metal that was melted to the floor for a bed. The toilet was a hole melted into the floor with raised up edges. She sighed- not exactly the Ritz. She sat on the floor and contemplated how to get out. There were security cameras every third cell, with a guard station every 8th. She had noticed a hallway with only one cell and at least ten cameras pointed at it. That must be the big man on campus, she mused. She thought of all the possible escape routes, but could come up with none. She'd have to find someone to talk to to find out the weaknesses in the security. Someone probably knew, and she'd find them.
News travels fast, even to a man in solitary confinement. There was a new girl in town- convicted of murdering 10 people. He'd have to arrange an introduction. He was let out of his cell once a week to exercise. He got one hour to stretch and eat. He liked eating with all the other cons- he got the latest news. He had a whole network of people that answered to him. He smiled- maybe he'd have a little fun with the new girl.
At first glance Blaze looked normal. She was 25, golden hair, not fat, nor anorexic looking, and around five foot four. Her hair was braided in pigtail braids under a black bandana. The only thing that gave her away were the handcuffs holding her hands behind her back. She was marched down the hall into the court room. She sat own in the defendants seat unceremoniously. The handcuffs were removed, but the ever present guards kept her from thinking about running away. The trial began, with too much evidence to keep her out of trouble. When the verdict was read, she didn't flinch, just stared evenly at the judge with her green eyes.
"Mister Foreman, have you come to a verdict?"
"Yes your honor, we have"
"Proceeded"
"The principality of Naaroogorn finds the defendant, Illiana Hunter, guilty on all accounts" cheers went up at this announcement.
"So say you one, so say you all?" the judge asked. The jurors all accented. She rose calmly from her seat and held out her arms for the shackles to be replaced. She went back to the holding cell she had been in for the past few weeks. The judge said her sentencing would be in the morning. Her real nickname, the name she called herself, was Blaze. The name the media had given her was "Ice Queen". She was emotionless, cold. She was when it came to the outside world- it hated her and she hated it. It had taken first her parents, then her brother. She was alone in the world, for all intents and purposes.
Riddick paced his pitch black cell in Slam. He growled low in his throat. He was going to be here for the rest of his life. A plan started formulating in his mind- if he could just escape, he could stay out. The problem was the getting out. They kept a close watch on him- they weren't stupid. It was an honor and potential death wish to guard Richard B. Riddick. He was the highest profile con in the whole joint- no one had come even close to racking up the charges like he had. He was a bad ass- that part was true. But most of the crimes that he'd been sent away for he hadn't even committed. They'd tried to kill him dozens of times and failed- the only way to keep him silent about what he knew was to make sure he had no one to talk to. They'd racked up so many charges against him he had 5 life sentences- all to be served consecutively, not concurrently. He'd nail those bastards some day- and he'd relish it when he did.
Illiana Hunter was led to Slam City in full body chains- she'd been convicted of 10 counts of murder in the first degree. They just barely relieved her of the death sentence- she was the first capitol case since the death penalty became illegal. Thank god for small favors she mused coldly to herself. She reminded herself that Slam was not a permanent, death was. She could- and would- escape from the hell hole. She felt kind of proud when a swat team met her at the prisoner loading dock. An interesting thought occurred t her- she might be the one with the worst crimes; she'd then be expected to kick everyone's ass. She sighed. She had a lot of work ahead. She began to formulate a plan to deal with the expected ass whippings. Her deft fingers relieved the nearest guard of the knife he concealed in his pocket. She smiled sweetly at him and blew him a kiss. He turned away without a word. She was unloaded and moved into her cell. In Slam, there were no women's and men's quarters. They were all put together. She imagined there wouldn't be many women in the place. Another thought, one that made her stomach crawl, occurred to her. If she were one of a handful of girls, all the guys- she stopped the though. She'd cut off their dicks before they touched her. She smiled ruefully at the though, which earned her a sharp poke in the back.
"Watch it, will you? That thing hurts" she snapped to the guard. This earned her another poke. She gave the guard the finger. She found herself slammed up against the wall, with a hand over her windpipe. She realized she couldn't kick him- her legs were shackled. So she bit into his hand and wouldn't let go until she tasted blood. She cursed and backhanded her. The stars that danced in front of her eyes didn't pahse her. She hammer fisted him in the stomach. He doubled over and another guard smacked her in the face with the butt of his rifle. She cursed as the world swam before her eyes. She was roughly made to move again. They were at the cell soon and she gave the guards the finger as the cell closed. One tried to smack her again, but the metal bars stopped him. She smiled a superior smile and went to search her new home. It was bare, with only a blanket and a raised slab of hollow metal that was melted to the floor for a bed. The toilet was a hole melted into the floor with raised up edges. She sighed- not exactly the Ritz. She sat on the floor and contemplated how to get out. There were security cameras every third cell, with a guard station every 8th. She had noticed a hallway with only one cell and at least ten cameras pointed at it. That must be the big man on campus, she mused. She thought of all the possible escape routes, but could come up with none. She'd have to find someone to talk to to find out the weaknesses in the security. Someone probably knew, and she'd find them.
News travels fast, even to a man in solitary confinement. There was a new girl in town- convicted of murdering 10 people. He'd have to arrange an introduction. He was let out of his cell once a week to exercise. He got one hour to stretch and eat. He liked eating with all the other cons- he got the latest news. He had a whole network of people that answered to him. He smiled- maybe he'd have a little fun with the new girl.
