Kamikaze watched the hallway pass him as the two guards dragged him down the hallway. "So where are we off to?" The guards kept walking down the hall ignoring him completely. "Fine… don't talk… I don't care." The guards turned down the hall and stopped on a lift platform. They released their grip on his arms and let him fall on the platform. Kamikaze stared upwards towards what he thought was the ceiling. He was in the huge cell stack corridor. The ceiling was lit by large tube lights. There's a ceiling to this so I can't climb out… wonder how thick it is.
The platform jerked as it began to scale down the corridor. Kamikaze watched the rows of cells rise up above him. I wonder how many inmates there are in this place… He glanced over all the cells looking at each creature encased behind the thick sheets of glass. There were creatures that looked like aliens from old b movies and then there were some creatures that looked like animals found on earth that were on steroids.
The plat form jerked again as it stopped at the ground level of the corridor. Kamikaze rocked back and forth on his back trying to stand up. One of the guards instantly pointed his rifle at kamikaze. He looked at the guards quizzically. The second guard entered in a code on the platform and sirens began to blare as lights flashed around the platform. The platform then began to slowly lower even more.
As he sat up Kamikaze saw and heard the chaos that existed beneath the ground floor. All of the cells were dirty and corroded, there were inmates freely wandering the cells, and it was poorly lit. The platform stopped just a few levels below the ground floor. "Your cell number is K694. If your not there during feeding hours you wont be fed."
The guard reached down and unlocked kamikaze shackles and then pushed him off the lift.
"Whoa." The guard then punched in a code on the platform and it rose back up blocking all the light that was leaking in from the ground level. Once darkness had completely covered the ceiling a pair of yellow eyes appeared just under the platform. "Jerks…" Kamikaze climbed down from the platforms mechanics and clung to the wall. He looked over at the walls and searched for his cell. "Crap, which one of these symbols means 'K'?"
Shauni walked through the hissing door and into the Grand Counsel Woman's office. She hopped up into a seat in front of the Grand Counsel Woman's desk and laid the tablet on the desk. "I've finished the verbal evaluation. He says he doesn't remember doing any of the crimes."
The Grand Counsel Woman placed her elbows on the desk and folded her palms. "Do you believe him?"
Shauni looked down at the tablet and then back at the Grand Counsel Woman. "When we searched the lab we found ruminants of chemical supplies that could have caused memory loss."
The Grand Counsel Woman nodded. She paused for a moment and then spoke. "As an experiment we require that a copy of the original design be given to the Galactic Federation employment offices. We still have not found or received a copy of your design."
Shauni's eyes darted around nervously. "Ah… I'm sure Jumba has been looking for it. Its probably difficult to keep track of something that was illegal at the time."
"Indeed…" the grand Counsel Woman responded.
Kamikaze sat in his new cell. It was atrocious. It reminded him of the trunk of an old Buick that had been rotting in a junkyard. He sat on it's corroded floor gazing off into the rest of the dimly lit prison through his broken window or a cell door. He began to nod off and close his eyes but he didn't feel the least bit sleepy. He was listening. There was some kind of talking going on outside. On the ground floor maybe? He tilted his ears trying to funnel as much sound as he could into them. It's was an alien language. Not like the other experiments. Different species… There was a chuckle here and there and he could make out words that sounded like "federation" and "lunch". As Kamikaze opened his eyes and shook his head. He wasn't even sure what they were saying but somehow he knew that those words were mentioned.
A loud buzzer sounded in his cell. Kamikaze sat up strait and turned towards the cell door. A skinny guard stood on a hovering skiff. His hands shook as he pushed a tray into a machine on his skiff and quickly fumbled for his blaster. He pulled it out of its holster letting it slip out of his hands like a wet bar of soap. He grabbed onto it in mid air and pointed it at kamikaze. Kamikaze laughed and shook his head.
A light on top of the machine began to blink. The guard reached over to the machine with a shaky hand and grabbed the tray out of it and threw it over to kamikaze without looking away from him. Kamikaze looked down at the pile of food on the tray. It was grey. It looks soft and gritty. It reminded him of oatmeal only without the recognizable shape of oats.
He squatted down in front of the tray and began to eat the food. It had no taste. He grinned as he found he liked the food here in prison. He looked over at the guard who was still standing there on the skiff. He must be waiting for me to finish. Kamikaze tilted his ears towards the cell door and listened to the chatter from the lower levels. He paused in the middle of pushing another paw full of slop into his mouth. "their going to mug you…" he looked up at the guards face. "The guys on the lower level… there waiting for you to reach the ground levels so they can mug you and steal the skiff."
The guard readjusted his sight on kamikaze. "Shut up!"
Kamikaze shrugged and looked down at his food continuing to eat. "If ya want help the offers on the table" He chuckled as he took the last pawful of food from the tray and shoved it back towards the guard. The guard picked up the tray and manipulated the controls to the skiff. He lowered down out of kamikaze's view. Kamikaze crawled over to the cell door and looked out down the chasm of cells. The guard was checking the other cells for any occupants. As he moved from cell to cell he would glance up towards kamikaze. :Kamikaze smiled and waved to the guard smugly the first few times but as the guard got further and further away he focused harder and harder on the guard. The guard slowly disappeared in the lack of ambient lighting. Kamikaze slowly closed his eyes and thought "heat". He struggled trying to use a part of his body that he had no memorable experience with. Like a child trying to wiggle its ears.
He shook his head and opened his eyes as he felt something different about his eyes. Everything he saw was in a shade of red. He smiled to himself as he had just activated his thermal vision for the first time that he could remember. He looked down towards where he lost sight of the guard and found him. He could also see the ground level of the cell block. He looked down below where the guard was and saw a couple masses of bright red. He crawled out of his cell and scaled the wall so that he could be above the guard. He sat down on the edge of another cell door and closed his eyes. He thought of "light" and breath out slowly trying to relax whatever muscle or synapse he had used earlier. The feeling was gone from his eyes. As he opened his eyes they slowly adjusted to the low amounts of light. He could make out the outlines of the skiff and the figures below it.