[Ic] Prisoners Of War

[Drakeardian]

Drek merely grunted at her comment on the guards. "Wos durin' an invasion of one'a their research ships near Jupiter. Long story short, stepped too close to one'a them stompin' bots and bashed me head. By the time I came to, my men're all dead and we're getting the order to turn tail n' run." He rolled over in his bunk, then called out over his shoulder. "If'n yer just gonna stand there, ya mind takin' a step to the left? Light's makin it hard to sleep."

 

The Cell itself wasn't all that interesting. Overhead was a fluorescent light that was currently off, a military grade bunk bed against the wall to the right, and a toilet crammed into the right-hand corner of the room.

Saras looked about and shrugged "Ah well, Cosy at least" she replied before taking the top bunk and taking the moment to get some sleep. It was a long ship journey.

 

Now it was all a question on how to manage. Who she can trust, how she can gain the advantage and how to entertain herself. That young prisoner who came in may need help. Perhaps she can get the chance to talk to her.

[Lady_Viper]

"Not so much, my line of work has me a bit, thick skinned. Though, I must admit it was...uprooting." She offered, "Whatcha in for?" She asked.

"I had a little disagreement with my employer and what was supposed to be a bit of payback backfired horribly." Alva's initial instinct was to be careful with such information, especially since she had just met this woman and really didn't know her. And from a certain point of view, what Alva said wasn't actually a lie ether.

 

The way Rak' Shi conducted herself also gave the expression that she was acting tough or arrogant, perhaps both. She certainly appeared like one who thought herself to be untouchable. Time would tell Alva if she was right or wrong.

 

"And you? You hardly look like the gangsters in the holovids" Alva was a bit curious to know what line of work she had to consider herself to have thick skin. She really didn't look like the army fighter. Though she did give off the vibe of being used to get what she wants. Or maybe that was just Alva's paranoia speaking.

[NanoVega]

"You could call me an, interrogator, I used to incite answers from tenno caught in the field," she explained, inspecting her fingernails, very nonchalant. "I was sent to the wrong room one day, 'accidentally' and got in some trouble when I did my job." She said with a shrug, now looking at Alva again.

Edited December 29, 2014 by ultimatumcore

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Ro couldn't sleep, he didn't know why he even tried with only 30 minutes until his shift started.  He looked at a clock on the wall, it was 8:40, he had ten minutes until his shift started.  Ro got out of bed, used an alcohol pad to wash himself, and donned his crewman suit.  After he was finished the guards around him started to wake up.  "The alarms should go off at 7:00, not 8:40."  He thought as he walked out of the barracks and into weapons lockup to retrieve his gear.  Now armed with his trusty Tetra and his new Prova he walked toward the prison entrance.

 

"Time to get to work."

[Ghost333]

 

No answer came. The circles of pipes raised out of the floor and began to rotate as they warmed up. Without warning, high pressure, hot water and a sticky, powerful cleanser fired from the nozzles of the pipe. A couple minutes later, the cleanser stopped, and a while after that, the water ceased. The metal rings lowered back into the floor as a the doors opposite from the ones he had entered opened.

 

"Please exit the decontamination chamber."

Umbra walked out of the decon chamber. He wondered what the water felt like. Probably like a fire hose at close range, so he was glad he couldn't feel it. He checked to see if there was any damage to his Warframe. Didn't seem to be, but the thousand-odd repair nanites still active might notice something and fix it. Shame he couldn't have more active.

Have to find a power outlet or something at some point, Umbra thought to himself.

[Lady_Viper]

"You could call me an, interrogator, I used to, incite answers from tenno caught in the field," she explained, "I was sent to the wrong room one day, 'accidentally' and got in some trouble when I did my job." She said with a shrug.

Alva's previously polite and smiling expression changed into a sceptical one and mentally concluded one thing 'Yep, she's arrogant alright' before saying. "Riiiight, interrogating Tenno. That must be wonderful job considering they aren't exactly known for talking."

 

At this point, Alva wasn't sure if this woman was just pulling her leg or something. Maybe this was Rak' Shi's sense of humour. Then again, if she was indeed a Corpus Interrogator then she should probably try to keep on her good side. Especially since they had to chare a cell. They didn't need to be friends, Alva started to doubt she even wanted to, she just had to not be her enemy. 

[SpaceHelicopters]

Umbra walked out of the decon chamber. He wondered what the water felt like. Probably like a fire hose at close range, so he was glad he couldn't feel it. He checked to see if there was any damage to his Warframe. Didn't seem to be, but the thousand-odd repair nanites still active might notice something and fix it. Shame he couldn't have more active.
Have to find a power outlet or something at some point, Umbra thought to himself.

As he stepped out of the decontamination chamber, he was met with his two favorite technicians.

 

"Hey, betrayer, didja miss me?" Lefty said as he attached a cuff around Umbra's left upper arm. With the cuff in place, Righty undid the large, heavy stock around Umbra's head and hands. He also took the time to slap a small, metal bud onto Umbra's shoulder, which sparked to life and emitted the ship's logo.

 

"This way, tenno." Righty said as he pointed with his Supra. The two escorted Umbra to a reinforced cell at the far end of the block. Lefty slid a key card against a nearby scanner, causing the thick, metal door to slid up and reveal the cell's spartan furnishing. 

 

Before he had time to make a quip, Lefty gave Umbra a firm shove into the cell and shut the door behind him.

 

"Enjoy you're stay, tenno. Won't be long until you get shipped off to the Messis and I receive a fat pay check." said presumably Lefty, since the only opening in the door was a small slit roughly at eye-level. A chuckling could be heard as he slowly walked away from the cell, however a presence remained on the other side.

 

"Hang in there," came a voice on the other side of the door, presumably Righty. "I understand that you're in this hell-hole, but try to enjoy yourself for now." A rustling noise could be heard, followed by something coming in through the viewing slit. After that, the presence left. The item was a small rectangle wrapped in purple foil with some sort of Corpus symbol stamped on it; a chocolate bar.

[NanoVega]

"You'd be surprised at exactly how much they'll talk if you give them just the right push." She said, with a blink, not expecting the new comer to doubt her so quickly, "Day'll be starting soon, I'd try and get comfortable, you'll be here for a while." She told her, hoisting herself back into the top bunk to go back to resting her eyes.

"You'd be surprised at exactly how much they'll talk if you give them just the right push." She said, with a blink and a surprised look, not expecting the new comer to doubt her so quickly, "Day'll be starting soon, I'd try and get comfortable, you'll be here for a while." She told her, hoisting herself back into the top bunk to go back to resting her eyes.

Edited December 29, 2014 by ultimatumcore

[Ghost333]

Umbra picked up the bar. He raised an eyebrow, but then again, Righty was trying to be Human. Shame you don't get many of those sorts of people these days.
The Ash stretched his arms, quiet, barely audible clicks and whirrs sounding as servomotors re-aligned. At least none of them collapsed from being in those stocks. Content that all internal systems that currently mattered were in check, the Ash began looking for a wall socket, power point, or anything that discharged electricity when switched on, light sockets being a last resort. If there was anything, he might be able to bring some additional systems back online. Otherwise, two weeks of paradise. Well, paradise in comparison to generally everything else he has been exposed to. Infested, Orokin Guardian mechs, fifteen Harvesters and Stalker at the same time, and of course the entirety of the Old War and the Fall. Some days he really wondered if things exploded simply because they were near him. If that was the case, he should probably see if he can pay a visit to the engine block, and then a brief stroll by the communications room before finally stopping in the guard post, and finally the infirmary after taking several Supra rounds to the everything. Hmm...Supra. That might come in handy if I ever need to escape loudly. Wonder if Lefty would mind.
Digression aside, Umbra really needed to find something to charge him up. Last thing he needed was to be disabled for two weeks before getting sent to some god-forsaken R&D lab. The Lotus wouldn't save him, and no-one would have a clue where the Void he was, and the chances of being bought and released by that general he flipped off were slim.

 

And for the Lotus's sake, I fought FOR the Orokin, Umbra thought to himself. Betrayer does not apply to me, you great steaming pillock!

[SpaceHelicopters]

Ro would have noticed a notification on the HUD in his helmet. It was an alarm set to go off at 8:50 a.m. Along with the notification, a message sent from the Warden's secretary also appeared in his inbox. It read:

 

You have 10 minutes before you have to assist Davon with Role-call, spend that time combing the recreational area for any secret stashes or hidden items. If you find any, leave them in the drop box near the door that leads into the guard's office in the rec area. The items will be sent to the lab to be examined so that proper punishments can be handed out. 

 

Good luck on your first day!

-Ishi

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While walking towards processing, Ro heard the fainting beeping of a message being received.  He looked at the new icon on his HUD, opened the message, and memorized its contents before deleting it.  "Well, that answers that question."  He thought to himself.  "Who is this Davon though?"  Ro decided that it would probably be for the best if he waited until he met him.

 

Processing was, to say the least, horrible.  Unresponsive crewmen and a long line made it unbearable for Ro, which was quite impressive considering that he couldn't feel emotions, or even be annoyed for that matter.  Decontamination was much better though, it was quick and efficient.  A powerful spray to decontaminate his suit.  Nothing more, and nothing less.  Best of all was that he didn't need to strip like prisoners, who didn't have the benefit of living inside an airtight spacesuit all day.  Afterwards, Ro got his gear back from the decontamination booth, and head off towards the recreational area.

[Lady_Viper]

"You'd be surprised at exactly how much they'll talk if you give them just the right push." She said, shrugging, "Day'll be starting soon, I'd try and get comfortable, you'll be here for a while." She told her, hoisting herself back into the top bunk to go back to resting her eyes.

'Very arrogant, and nonchalant.' Alva noted. When the so called interrogator had hoisted herself up to the top bunk again, she decided she might as well try to rest. Lying down in the free bunk, Alva found it hard to actually relax or get some shut-eye and instead let her eyes wander around the small cell from her lying position.

 

She would get a lot of time to contemplate on things. And the constantly returning question that popped up in her head was, will I ever get out of here?

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Ro arrived in the recreational area at 8:51.  The recreational area was large, almost the size of the docking bay and was filled with the usual clutter you would find.  Sports equipment, weight lifting sets, and even a library.  That was unusual even to him.  He hadn't been in a library in a long time.  He wondered if they had A Unique Proposition for the Expansion of Wealth and Profit by Frohd Bek, or The Psychology of a Drone by Alad V, his favorite books.  Ro started to walk over to the library when he stopped himself.  "You have a job to do."  He told himself, but wasn't his job searching for hidden contraband?  Ro walked over to the library and looked it over when something caught his eye.  There looked to be a small piece of metal partially hidden under a bookshelf.  Ro bent down and picked it up carefully and inspected it.  It looked like a piece to a buckle commonly found on crewmen spacesuits, and it was filed down to a point, a shiv.  It wasn't large enough to do too much damage but it could definitely cut someone.  Ro pocketed it to be turned in, and continued to search for his books.  It took a minute or two, but he found them, and downloaded copies of them onto his HUD for later use.  "Excellent." he thought as he walked away from the library and towards the drop box to turn in the shiv.

[Ghost333]

Umbra ceased his search for a wall socket with an annoyed sigh. Evidently, he would have to pull the light apart and see if he could siphon power from there. Not the stealthiest of measures, but anything that could give a leg-up under fire would help. Additionally, he could always catch a Prova by the head and siphon the battery there, but that would get his ability to drain energy from electrical sources found out rather quickly, and the less anyone knew about his survival augmentations, the better.

Umbra sat on the bed. He presumed it would've been rough, uncomfortable and hard, making the floor would've been a better sleeping option, although he wouldn't know. He preferred floors, anyway. Perhaps there was something in that chocolate bar Righty sneaked in for whatever reason. Umbra opened the chocolate bar carefully, keeping an eye out for anything outwardly suspicious.

Two by two, just you and me

Two by two, let me free!

One by one, I can help us run!

One by one, I will leave standing, none!

"Shut up." Umbra snapped at his fractured mental state. "Bloodshed will only make things worse here."

Even for the Technician on the left?

The one who is no more than a pest?

"I said shut up. Go back to your spider-hole." 

[connorpistol]

"this will help the flow.." Wayden kept cycling through his head, trying to reassure to himself the reason he was here.

"His friends hadn't abandoned him, no, they just needed to be somewhere else... they where coming for him after he was done... right???"

 

yet as he was dragged down the ramp he knew, he knew it was about to happen again, he can't escape it, everybody leaves him. That's why he tried to highjack the prison ship, thrice.

 

all of the pain was coming back to him as he realized where he was being dragged...

 

isolation...

 

"NO NO NO NO PLEASE! NOT AGAIN!!!!!"

the door was shut and sealed, yet a terribly disturbing weeping sound could not be locked inside the dark space.

Edited December 13, 2014 by connorpistol

[SpaceHelicopters]

-snip-

 "Excellent." he thought as he walked away from the library and towards the drop box to turn in the shiv.

A metallic thump resounded as the shiv hit the bottom of the drop box. By sometime that afternoon, they would have the owner of the shiv figured out, and since Ro found it, he would be one of the guards assisting with "discipline".

 

Umbra sat on the bed. He presumed it would've been rough, uncomfortable and hard, making the floor would've been a better sleeping option, although he wouldn't know. He preferred floors, anyway. Perhaps there was something in that chocolate bar Righty sneaked in for whatever reason. Umbra opened the chocolate bar carefully, keeping an eye out for anything outwardly suspicious.

-snip- 

 

Umbra would find only milk-chocolaty goodness. On the bright-side, there were no razor blades or sharp objects embedded in the treat, making it safe to eat. Because, most guards would do that. Most guards were mean.

 

"this will help the flow.." Wayden kept cycling through his head, trying to reassure to himself the reason he was here.

"His friends hadn't abandoned him, no, they just needed to be somewhere else... they where coming for him after he was done... right???"

 

yet as he was dragged down the ramp he knew, he knew it was about to happen again, he can't escape it, everybody leaves him. That's why he tried to high-jack the prison ship, thrice.

 

all of the pain was coming back to him as he realized where he was being dragged...

 

isolation...

 

"NO NO NO NO PLEASE! NOT AGAIN!!!!!"

the door was shut and sealed, yet a terribly disturbing weeping sound could not be locked inside the dark space.

"And stay in there, ya' freak!" a Corpus guard hollered through the thick, metal door. They were all getting sick of re-caging Wayden, but it wasn't all bad. Every escape attempt cut off another month from his time on the ship. Just a couple more months, and he wouldn't be the Carcere's problem. He'd be the Messis's problem, at least until they started experimenting.

 

A beep sounds throughout the ship as all the doors in the cell block lower to let the prisoners out. Solitary confinement's doors stay shut, but it's contents are accounted for and sent to the guard's office. Waiting to escort Umbra is one of his technicians. It's not clear who it is, but since he wasn't met with an insult or taunt, it can be assumed to be Righty.

 

"Alright, you filth, front and center!" came a loud voice in the recreational area. The voice came from Davon, a tall Crewman with a muscular build, a no-nonsense attitude, and an aura the instilled fear in subordinates and prisoners alike. He didn't carry a gun, but wielded a slightly elongated and reinforced Prova. Whenever "discipline" had to be handed out, one would hope Davon wasn't the one handing it out.

[Drakeardian]

"And stay in there, ya' freak!" a Corpus guard hollered through the thick, metal door. They were all getting sick of re-caging Wayden, but it wasn't all bad. Every escape attempt cut off another month from his time on the ship. Just a couple more months, and he wouldn't be the Carcere's problem. He'd be the Messis's problem, at least until they started experimenting.

 

A beep sounds throughout the ship as all the doors in the cell block lower to let the prisoners out. Solitary confinement's doors stay shut, but it's contents are accounted for and sent to the guard's office. Waiting to escort Umbra is one of his technicians. It's not clear who it is, but since he wasn't met with an insult or taunt, it can be assumed to be Righty.

 

"Alright, you filth, front and center!" came a loud voice in the recreational area. The voice came from Davon, a tall Crewman with a muscular build, a no-nonsense attitude, and an aura the instilled fear in subordinates and prisoners alike. He didn't carry a gun, but wielded a slightly elongated and reinforced Prova. Whenever "discipline" had to be handed out, one would hope Davon wasn't the one handing it out.

Saras woke up from a guard shouting, she blinked at the bars disappearing from sight. she shrugged and got onto her feet before heading to said front and centre. She looked about and built up an array of ideas on what was going on but most of them flopped.

 

"Well...filth is certainly new" she thought to herself, remembering the long list of insults she had to endure as a negotiator.

 

Unfortunately none of them topped off that Sargus Ruk's colourful insult to her during negotiations when the Corpus were backed into a corner, thanks to Alad V's harvesters

Edited December 15, 2014 by Drakeardian

[Achaix]

(Drake, please check your grammar?)

[NanoVega]

Rak'Shi heard the shout, and her eyes snapped open, she dropped to the floor of the cell again, padding out of the room unnecessarily silently.

[Lady_Viper]

A beep sounds throughout the ship as all the doors in the cell block lower to let the prisoners out. Solitary confinement's doors stay shut, but it's contents are accounted for and sent to the guard's office. Waiting to escort Umbra is one of his technicians. It's not clear who it is, but since he wasn't met with an insult or taunt, it can be assumed to be Righty.

 

"Alright, you filth, front and center!" came a loud voice in the recreational area. The voice came from Davon, a tall Crewman with a muscular build, a no-nonsense attitude, and an aura the instilled fear in subordinates and prisoners alike. He didn't carry a gun, but wielded a slightly elongated and reinforced Prova. Whenever "discipline" had to be handed out, one would hope Davon wasn't the one handing it out.

"Speak for yourself" Alva muttered to herself when she heard herself along with all the other prisoners being called filth. It didn't take long before she saw Rak' Shi jump down from the top bulk and sneak out of the cell. Why in the Void she would even try to walk so quietly right now was beyond her. Made it look like she was up to something.

 

She stretched her body before sitting up and eventually following the other woman out off the small cell. Alva once again tried in force her hair to stay behind her ear, and once again it ignored her and fell into her face. Looking around Alva spotted the so called interrogator and when she walked over to her she asked "What's happening now?" 

[NanoVega]

"Roll call. This is when they tally up how many people, A. Tried to escape, or B. Died at night. Neither matters to them, except that with one, they've gotta clean up the body, and with the second, they toss someone into solitary confinement. And not respectively." She said, glancing around, "And look at that, Wayden got caught again." She said, and looked at Alva, "It'll be a daily cycle, and they barely let us near anything that could be used to escape. But there's still people that try... And they fail... And then they're tossed In a box for a while." She finished, almost sourly.

Edited December 29, 2014 by ultimatumcore

[Ghost333]

-snip-

 

 

Umbra would find only milk-chocolaty goodness. On the bright-side, there were no razor blades or sharp objects embedded in the treat, making it safe to eat. Because, most guards would do that. Most guards were mean.

 

-snip-

 

A beep sounds throughout the ship as all the doors in the cell block lower to let the prisoners out. Solitary confinement's doors stay shut, but it's contents are accounted for and sent to the guard's office. Waiting to escort Umbra is one of his technicians. It's not clear who it is, but since he wasn't met with an insult or taunt, it can be assumed to be Righty.

 

"Alright, you filth, front and center!" came a loud voice in the recreational area. The voice came from Davon, a tall Crewman with a muscular build, a no-nonsense attitude, and an aura the instilled fear in subordinates and prisoners alike. He didn't carry a gun, but wielded a slightly elongated and reinforced Prova. Whenever "discipline" had to be handed out, one would hope Davon wasn't the one handing it out.

"I don't know what I expected from a chocolate bar." Umbra said. He felt like hamming it up, but there was no-one observing him, and thus pointless.

"CccccUUUUUUURRSSE YOOOOOOOOOU CHOCOLATE BAARRRRRRRRR!" He shouted, falling to his knees and craning his head to scream at the ceiling at whatever deity chose to hear his over-the-top outburst. If his door opened, he didn't even notice it. Ham was too much fun. There was one time Umbra modified his modulator to sound like BRIAN BLESSED, and even modified his artificial skin to grow his hair and beard out to look exactly like him. Ah, that was a fun day. Shame about the avalanche, though.

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-snip-

Sergeant Ro heard a beeping noise that was mirrored in his helmet, and the quiet clang of prison cells being opened.  It was time to assist Davon with roll call, whoever that was.  He didn't need to wonder for long when he heard a loud voice say "Alright, you filth, front and center!".  Ro looked over at the source of the disturbance, and saw who he assumed to be Davon.  Ro walked up to the big crewman.  "Davon?  I am Sergeant Vadik Ro and I am to assist you with roll call."  He said politely, with an imperceptible hint of false respect.

[Lady_Viper]

"Roll call. This when they tally up how many people, A. Tried to escape, or B. Died at night. Neither matters to them, except that with one, they've gotta clean up the body, and with the second, they toss someone into solitary confinement." She said, looking around, "And look at that, Wayden got caught again." She said, and looked at Alva, "It'll be a daily cycle, and they barely let us near anything that could be used to escape. But there's still people that try... And they fail... And then they're tossed In a box for a while."

After having listened to Rak' Shi, Alva commented with apparent sarcasm "Oh lovely. I assume "the box" is where this Wayden ended up." She then looked around to take in her surroundings and hopefully get a better look at the other prisoners. And now she also started to wonder what other daily routines there were and what they were going to do now after this roll call.

 

Other than that she found it a bit peculiar that the other woman had been so straight forward and gotten into the subject of escaping so soon with someone as new as her. It could be that Rak' Shi was just stating some facts. Or it could be her way of giving a warning of what would happen if Alva herself ever thought of anything like that. Or both. Though Alva doubted that Rak' Shi was a very caring person so if it was a warning then it might not have been so well meant. 

[Zeus154]

Antus had heard the commanders call out for the prisoners. He wasn't too far from the line of prisoners, making to the roll call in time. He sighed, and shuddered a bit, when he reached to crowd. his mind became a bit sporadic. He kept remembering thoughts from before the incident, as if it happened days ago.

 

'I was with my family in a city... we were walking and talking. Friends were there. But.. But the Grineer slaughtered all of them. The cacophony of sounds was deafening. The peel of gunshots had killed everyone but me. I was one of the lucky ones. I had got shot in the leg while I was running. I almost felt like dying right there.'

 

 

'I-I... Don't know what to do..'

 

He was truly afraid of being in a crowd of people, even more when he didn't know a single soul. He folded his arms and kept a weary eye on the superiors, as they were the one that would be calling out the shots. He tried to kept a level head about things, but the slight shudders didn't help too much.