Dark Citadel Prison Facility

Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:55 am by Kaine

*The prison facility came to life, and the attending guards jumped up from their game of cards as the heavy main doors opened, and two hooded figures were conveyed into the facility.*

*The prisoners are walked into the large main cell, which contains two force cages. Several smaller cells are ignored. The guards remove the hoods, revealing two Anzati, stripped to the waist. One has scars revealing evidence of recent life-saving surgery. Vilmarh Tholme and Teodor Vilen, arrested on several counts of Murder, awaiting trial. The guards remove the manacles, and exit the cell, leaving the Anzati to contemplate their fate with a small degree of freedom.*

=Guard Captain=

Sergeant, keep an eye on these two. Any bulldust, throw them in the Force cages. Or blast them if you have to, but make damn sure you turn the cameras off. One of those bodies in the morgue was my cousin. I won't shed a tear.

*He turned to regard the Anzati as he left.*

=Guard Captain=

Do yourselves a favour. Try and escape. Your end will be quick and painless. I get to sleep at night knowing that whatever General Kaine has in store for you will be worse than anything I could dream up. Enjoy your stay, won't you?

*He exited before he was forced to hear the Anzat's no doubt venomous reply. The Sergeant, a man of sterner stuff, regarded his two charges.*

=Jailor Sergeant=

You two maggots heard the Captain. You do anything I don't like, you go in the cages. After that we start blasting. Just enjoy your last few days, and do it quietly. If I have to get up from my card game once, I promise you, you'll be more annoyed than I will.

*With that he turned back and walked over to his boys, who had already restarted the game following the Captain's exit, the six of them playing some sort of card game with two personal and five community cards, and they were engrossed. The Sarge sat down, and anted up, leaving the two Anzati to talk. No one had looked at the Kiffar woman in the corner cell, and indeed, none of the guards had heard the crazy Kiffar woman in the corner cell scream for a while, but she still seemed to be alive...*

Thu Nov 05, 2009 7:22 am by Teodor Vilen

*Teodor smiled in the face of the Jailor before turning and sitting in the far corner leaning against the wall. A cryptic smile still spread across his face. Vilmarh stood, still nursing his injuries but quietly cursing their situation*

=Vilmarh=

Why didn't you run? Now we're both captured! Lot of good came of this!!

Be calm Vilmarh, no prison is escape proof but rushing into something will only kill us. you need to recover your strength before we try anything

=Vilmarh=

*sitting next to Teodor* And how do you propose that without soup?

*Teodor went silent for a long time, his eyes scanned the room with age old expertise. It was a pretty solid structure, the Force cages were even more so and he didn't envy the thought of escaping from those. The cell was unescapable without outside help and, considering most Anzat were lonesome creatures, that was not on it's way. His eyes settled upon the 6 guards playing cards. Hunger burned in his eyes at first but then passed as a new look came across his face. A triumphant one.

Vilmarh nudges Teodor and coughs falsely*

=Vilmarh=

Mind including me in your machinations?

Those guards, they don't exactly look....strong willed... to me....

*Vilmarh instantly sees Teodor's line of thinking and leaps to his feet, regretting it just as quickly as his body screams in pain*

Not yet!

*Teodor hissed through his teeth at the younger Anzat*

There are too many of them and we are too weak. When we make our move we won't have time to feed fully, we will have a quick snack and then need to be out of this place in a flash. We will watch the guards, learn their rotas and then, when the time is right, strike like dark lightning

*Vilmarh chuckled to himself as he sat back down. Both Anzat stared out of the cell towards the guards, their dark eyes burning into them*

=Vilmarh=

They'll never know what hit them....

Mon Nov 16, 2009 4:16 am by Kaine

*Engrossed in their card game, the guards forget to check on the Anzati, leaving them unsupervised for hours at a time. They have become relaxed, and thus lax in their routine. Too comfortable, too inattentive...

One of the guards busts out of the game and begins pacing the room, taking no notice of the game, or the prisoners, lost in his own thoughts...*

=Prison Guard Carew=

Stupid game anyway...

Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:24 am by Kaine

*The medical team came in through the doors and through a side door into the Prison Facility's Medical Bay. Around them, gleaming white and silver equipment abounded, the walls and floor were spotless, and even the air was totally scrubbed clean courtesy of the fully enclosed environmental isolation system.*

*The medical capsule was brought in, and the patient transferred to one of the Intensive Treatment pods, where Bacta sprayers and much more advanced monitoring equipment stabilised a patient even as they diagnosed. Xaxan's body was gently laid at a 35 degree angle in the pod as the sprays went to work on the damage they could outwardly deal with.*

Wed Aug 18, 2010 11:32 am by Xaxan Zadicus

*Xaxan's injuries comprised of 46% surface 2nd degree burns, 3% surface degree burns, numerous strained muscles in his shoulders and upper back, his left humerus bone broken in two places, his left wrist bones crushed, and his left eye socket suffering from a sever orbital fracture compounded with a deep corneal abrasion.

Medical scanners for the internal injuries would show minimal internal bleeding with the exception of the areas surrounding the broken bones, and none in his abdominal cavity.
They would also show that the Falleen subject was nearly 40 years of age, considerably young for his species, and dwindling trace amounts of morphine administered about 10 hours ago.*

*Xaxan's consciousness began to surface, his mouth slowly opening into a slow groan of deep aching pain. His right hand shifted, clutching into a tight fist. Memories were slow in the coming...*

"... fire... I-I-I was falling... damn you... Wade... Vlad... I'll... k-k-kill you all..."

Thu Sep 02, 2010 10:48 pm by Kaine

*The process of healing and rebuilding the Falleen patient had been a long and complicated process, using medical techniques of a dozen worlds, and a fortune's worth of Bacta, the medics had finally completed their work, and the Falleen was recovering.*

*A medical droid checked Xaxan's vital signs as the other orderlies made the finishing cosmetic repairs with handheld Bacta sprays.*

Mon Jan 17, 2011 9:49 pm by Vilmarh Tholme

*How long had it been since he had tasted it's sweet inebriating taste and it's exquisite godlike features as it swarmed within him. The brief souring feeling when an unworthy and above all infantile soul combined with his own, absolutely divine form in all it's serene glory! Decade's had passed and so long he had waited, the masses themselve awaiting their own biblical redemptions that could only be provided through the beautifully painful process that he himself could provide them. How dare the insolent perpetrator's behind his incarcaration deny such heavenly fates to those whose future's would go to waste in the filth and scum that only come from those who know not of true blissful immortality. This rat hole was not where such a being of timeless beauty should be forced to wait out his eternity and everyone minute wasted here felt like day's to a being who had already lived for more then a decade. To keep him here, to FORGET him here, was a true blasphemy greater then any other perpetrated against such a celestial entity and he refused to stand for it any longer.

Every moment wasted here felt like a break of his sanity, and the incessant sound of dripping water was all his moment had to keep his sanity in check. It's constant *drip*.....*drip*.....*drip*....*drip*......all it did was drip, he couldn't stand it any longer! He felt the rage build more and more with every drip and so he stood on his feet grabbing his head to calm the burning inferno's that sat within him. His probscises tore from their hidden pouches now and vibrated with an intensity never seen before. The tremor's of rage finally built up into a snarl of ferocity as he faced one of the few guards around his cell, the bumblers had left him to long and now as his strength began to fully return he was prepared to truly force them to grovel for the benevolence of he Vilmarh Tholme the divine lord of agelessness. Now one of the guard's focused their attention upon Vilmarh and thus he would be the only one to face mercy at the hand's of Vilmarh as he reached within this guard's head, mentally ripping at the walls that held this man's fragile existence together. The effect on an internal level for the guard would be excruciating and unbearable but physically he showed no differences thus the other guard's sat unaware of what exactly was about to happen to them. The man's teeth clenched as he tried with every ounce of his strength to break free from Vilmarh's grasp but the more he fought the easier it would be for Vilmarh to reach retribution in the end, his eye's darted over to Vilmarh's piercing green gaze. Hypnotizing and embracing this was the final straw needed to break the camel's back and with that the guard's barriers fell, leaving nothing to stop Vilmarh from his goal. His voice now resonated within the man's head. Unending, harmonic, and seducing it tempted and corrupted the man to nothing more then a mindless servant of the Anzat as was inevitable when one hears the call of gods.*

-Vilmarh
<< Long have I let you play your little game of captive and captor. But now it is time for the insect to learn it's place! All bow before a god and so shall you as you prepare to be freed from that undesirable slab of flesh and uselessness you dare to refer to as a "body." Despite your unworthiness you will come to realize that I am as benevolent as I am merciful and thus I will allow you to shed free from the existence you no longer deserve for an existence that you have yet to even earn the right to see. Now it is time for you to recieve the sacred quest that shall earn you such a uncanny redemption! Open the cages and allow your god his freedom and thus I will bequest to you a future most only dream for. >>

*The guard stood now and within his slumber began his lone journey towards the object of his future, the holy grail of his release, and with every step his heart pounded harder in a way that he could not understand. His mind corrupt and tainted to the point where he could not deny such an existance as was promised to him he continued on, the other guards had finally become weary of his strange behaviour and spoke in an attempt to rouse him from his slumber. But the more they spoke the less he listened, he would not allow their deception to hault his god given task and now he even sped it up until it was finally too late for them to stop him. Too late one of the guards realized and drew their firearm, shooting what had once been there friend directly in the back but before he fell he released the Anzat from their cages and brought about the divine retribution that awaiting his heretic "friends."*

*Freed from his imprisonment Vilmarh leapt at the guard in a flurry of long built spite, there would be no redemption for this one. The guard may have had his firearm already drawn but he was not quick enough to stop Vilmarh who quickly leapt onto him and violently sunk his claw-like nails into the guards throat. Tearing it wide open from one side to the other and leaving the guard to drown upon his own despicable blood which had dared to feel a false sense of superiority to Vilmarh. The other two guards watched petrified at the events and stood unable to even gather the energy to run from the Anzat. Vilmarh took a glance back at the Anzat who had been released, Teodor the one who he had originally joined causes with and the other three new joiners to their group of immortals. With their release the Anzat could finally get underway with their plans to escape and thus all that was left was to find there stuff which, after skimming the thoughts of one of the petrified guards, was revealed to be in a room relatively close by. But for now that would wait in Vilmarh's mind and thus he moved over to the guard who had helped facilitate his escape and was now near death before him. He had promised him eternal salvation and that is a promise he did intend to keep and thus he kneeled down beside the guard as he choked on the last ounce of life remaining in him. Blaster wound's riddled his body but they would no longer matter once the joining of the two was finished and thus Vilmarh decided to start the process quick before the fool died on him.*

*Slowly placing his left hand upon the back of the guard's head, so it caressed his skull, he lifted him up into a sitting position to make it easier for the both of them as his proboscises began to tingle with pleasure at the thought of finally having their quench satisfied. Making sure their was nothing to block his satisfaction he spoke softly inside the guard's head in that harmonic voice that had mesmerized the man in the first place.*<< "Now you will find the fate you before could only long for. Now we shall become one!" >> *And with that he dug his proboscises within the man's nostrils and with a newfound speed they quickly forced there way up his nasal cavity. Once they had arrived at the source of the sweet soup they seeked they began to devour it, turning it to mush as they absorbed it with a loud slurping sound that only brought joy to Vilmarh ears. Now was to be the long awaited return of the Anzat!*

Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:49 am by Tiro Saul

=Gallia Mundi=

**Drip*.......*Drip*.....*Drip*.... The ungodly sound slowly caused Gallia to stur. He felt his body and mind gripping back to reality and his eye lids shoot open. Where was he, and how long had he been here. Even as his body began to wake, his mind was still groggy, the back of his head throbbed. Naturally his right arm reached beside him and placed his right hand on the floor opened palm, and pushed his self upright. Slowly it all started to return to him. The passenger ship had brought him to the Planet Kriffu, during his travels away from Anzat. There had been a Joy of tasting a species that was completely new to him, to feel them merge with his own being. Having feed on them, he knew there was a difference in the warrior species, but it wasn't until coincidently meeting one of his own that he would find what he really wanted. Memories flashed before his eyes of the man, a very large one. But it wasn't his size that made him desirable, it was his connection to this magic people called the force. There essence was like no other, and having only feed on 2 before him and much weaker his essence would have proven most excellent. As the memory passed his body slowly raised upwards, his eyes looked down to his cloth. His lips curled upwards into a smirk as he saw the damage. Where there had been burnt holes in his clothing and flesh was apparent, there was no marks. The force user had failed in one aspect. As he stood there breathing, his flesh had healed over the time asleep. In not killing him, he made an enemy. One that would not rest to he had tasted his essence had exacted his revenge.

Though before any of this could be done, he need to find him again. Though that appeared a challenge in its own accord. From the looks of it, he was in a holding cell, with the female before....Her name.....Why he couldn't remember her name, maybe what ever it was that had knocked him out had knocked that little bit of information from his memory. Then there was the other 2, though they appeared human. Well what a nice surprise, it was like a bed and breakfast, though it was more like bed and feast. In the closed cells he could easily beat them, but even then he preferred to use his telepathy to bring them to him. Why exert himself when he need to escape from this place. Reaching out with his mind, he quickly found them both mentally stronger then the lower species he had felt. They felt familiar but not in the food sense. Quickly with drawing his mind he decided to lean against one of the walls to stand quietly watching too see what they were about, and wait his time.

The black hair one began to move suddenly, causing his eyes to dart to him. His smile widening showing the whites of his teeth and he saw the probscises appear from there hidden pads on his face. Another one of his kind, who would have that there would be another one. That was 2 since he had arrived here, 2 more then he had seen in almost 2 hundred years. Attentively he watched as the man moved towards the guards, knowing what was coming. It was only a shame he had not been quick enough to do it himself. Hunting was fun, but there was an enjoyment in watching your prey resist, even when you knew it wouldn't be much. Only a few moments passed before the Anzati had the guard in his grasp, slowly causing him to move forward. It seemed that the guard moving towards them had not been alone, and his friend was not taking kindly to the actions of the guard under there control. BANG! was all he heard as the door to there freedom opened, and a body fell to the floor. Well one guard was down, and as the Anzati charged forward the second did not seem a problem. Then there was the beautiful sight, one he was now wanting himself more then escape. He watched as the probscises snaked there way up the mans nostrils to that hidden place. A small chuck escaped his mouth as he watched the enjoyment the Anzati got from feeding. As the feeding went on Gallia moved towards the exit passing by the Anzati as he feed, stepping out into the hallway. Turning his head back towards him, the two long braids of hair swung around freely.*

Good Job, but you should hurry up. No doubt there will be more guards coming after that shot.

*With out giving him much time to answer back, he turned his head and continued onwards. The table the gaurds had been near seemed to hold there weapons, probably being stripped from him and not having had the chance to be properly checked in. He picked the blades up and tied there hilts back to his waste with the blue cloth wrapped around the hilts. Feeling better armed he turned back to the Azanti, rolling his head and feeling his bones pop with refreshment. Since his body had already healed from the wounds, he felt his strength begin to come back to him. Though he would not be 100% tell he had a chance to feed. His mind was already flipping back and forth to it. 600 years old he was not quite young, and had mastered his hunger. Yet it still grabbed gnawed at the back of his mind when his body got injured and had to heal itself. Not ready to take this place on his own, he figured he could use the others to help him get out of here. Having not formed that close a bond with the female yet, He was not fully against using her for his own means, and this one did not matter ether.*

No doubt there will be more guards on the way out, so I offer this proposition. Why do we not work together to get out of here. I do not think they will be to much to worry about, if they have already shown this weakness to you. But I know there is another here far stronger then them.

Tue Jan 18, 2011 11:47 am by Teodor Vilen

*The elder Anzat was kneeling inside his cell, he could hear Vilmarh's frustrations growing but Teodor had his eyes closed and was breathing slowly. He found that meditating helped him abate his hunger. He understood the frustration of his companion but wished he would calm down and focus his energies better. The dripping of the water annoyed Vilmarh but it centred Teodor. As he knelt and meditated he pictured the water dripping down, it's constant monotonous sound never changing and, as the Anzat's mind slipped into a deep meditation, the sound stopped reaching his ears and the droplet he saw froze in the air and he suddenly fell away from it as he disappeared into his own mind.

He saw himself climbing a mountain, back on Anzat. A planet he had not seen let alone set foot on for over 150 years. He was struggling up the mountain, slipping and fighting against gravity and loose earth but he made slow progress. Teodor recognised that this mountain and his struggle was within his mind, a personification of his struggle against his growing thirst. As he grew older the thirst grew stronger but he was not too old yet and he was still in control of it. Hence him managing the climb despite the struggle. However, being trapped in this cell without soup was making his need to feed a difficult thing to ignore. Luckily he had feed and feed well shortly before incarceration and this was helping him with his hunger. He continued allowing his mind to wander, picturing the sights, hearing the sounds and smelling the scents of Anzat. He missed his home somewhat, not out of longing for his family or friends, but out of longing for conversation and interaction on a par with him. Something which was extremely rare in a galaxy of impulsive, young and noisy species. He was delighted, therefore, to have found Vilmarh. Another Anzat gave him the companionship he sought.

It was as his mind was wandering across Anzat that he was snapped out by Vilmarh. Keeping still and his eyes closed, Teodor followed the movements and actions of his companion, knowing what was to come. He controlled his breathing, slowly in and out through his nostrils which were twitching as his proboscis began to move within their pouches.*

*As his cell door snapped open Teodor was to his feet and out of it in a flash. He watched Vilmarh rip out the guard's throat before beginning to feed on another and chuckled* Vilmarh, we have plenty of time to feed, but in the middle of a prison in which we are still incarcerated? No. When we are guests of no warden then we will feed on the soup of the highest calibre we can find. First, to leave this place. *Teodor turned and spotted another, the experienced Anzat recognising one of his own instantly and he cocked his head and smiled* Another Anzat, how rare to find so many in such a small location. This is a good omen I am sure. *To Vilmarh* Come, plenty of soup awaits us.

*Teodor approached the table where his belongs rest. Standing before them he runs his hands through his hair and tidies it neatly behind his ears before straightening his beard. He takes up his 2 blades in their sheaths and neatly attaches them to his waist near his kidneys so they may be easily hidden from sight. Between the 2 blades he attaches the holdout blaster in it's holster in the small of his back. Finally he swings his heavy black trench coat over his back and slips his arms into it, moving his hair on top of his collar. Before moving he placed each foot onto a chair and wiped dust and dirt from each boot. The image was now complete - a pale-skinned figure, grey hair and pointed ears but clad in black clothes and a black coat, disguising the deadly weapons which the deadly person concealed.

Content he turned and looked towards Vilmarh as he waited.*

Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:44 pm by Jarypt Namelk

*The last incarcerated Anzat was not lucky enough to be in the same cell as the other three, because of a state-imposed limit, watched the escape eagerly. They referred to each other as Anzat. Four Anzat sharing a prison, hell, sharing a planet, was an extreme rarity. What sort of odd luck was at work here.*

*The Anzat hereby referred to as Kajir, stood and approached the electrified wall of his cell. He yelled out of from it.*
Oi! Double back and let me out, aye? C'mon!

Thu Jan 20, 2011 11:17 am by Atlari B'ghani

*Atlari remembered having been brought to the cell she now occipied, rubbing a bump on her head as she looked around to see what was going on. Her hair was a bit unkempt, not having had proper care for it since she was brought her, much to her dismay, she liked to keep herself well kept, it made it easier to lure people to her. She rather enjoyed the hunt, but liked it when what she hunted could be fooled into not running away. She looks around at her surroundings and see's Gallia. She smiles at knowing she wasn't the only one that had been brought here, and she wasn't alone completely. She keeps checking her surroundings.

Suddenly things burst into confusion, she waited it out, until Gallia left his cell, she was not far behind, not wanting to be left there, she finds a table with her belongings on it, and she quickly gathers them. She grabbed her small blaster, fitting nicely in the palm of her hand and moves up nearby, she peeks around the corner, not wanting to be shot at, but they likely didn't have much choice to get out. She looks up at Gallia.*

Well...at least things aren't going to be boring...

*Her brown eyes gaze quickly around again and notices the others that were present as well, glad that everyone seemed for the most part okay. She had heard alot of nasty stories about prisons, though she hadn't been in very many so far. She hoped that luck would continue. She didn't doubt that many would like a piece at her, if they had half a chance.*

Let's just get out of here....okay..?

Mon Jan 24, 2011 12:23 pm by Vilmarh Tholme

*The long awaited taste of soup as he drained away every last drop from the guard in which he had held in his hands. It's taste, it's wonderful beautiful taste was what Vilmarh had waited for during his long incarcaration in this hell hole. Though this soup was poor quality compared to the soup Vilmarh usually enjoyed drinking and would now be able to go back to drinking with his freedom. He heard the other's call him, telling him it was not the time to be doing such a thing but he could not stop because to leave someone half finished was not in Vilmarh's repertoire. As soon as every last drop was gone, and only then, did he release the guard and stand on his feet to face the other Anzat's that seemed to be in the room. His proboscises slowly returned to their pouches, content with the meal they had just had, and as they did Vilmarh nodded toward's Teodor and approached the cage in which one Anzat seemed to be yelling from. Without a word he released the Anzat from the cage and walked over toward's the box that held his equipment. This box was much longer than everyone elses boxes and as he opened it he found his sheathed sword sitting on top of his magnificent cloak. He grabbed the sword and drew it from it's sheath to examine it's blade, the sword's blade was almost as long as Vilmarh himself but still he wielded it with ease. After examining the blade to make sure it was not damaged he sheathed it and strapped the sheath onto his back, when it was secure he picked up his extravagent midnight black cloak and threw it over himself. Lifting the hood up so it fully hid the long sword he had on his back he turned to the other Anzat, a dark smile sitting on his face as he did and he spoke to all the Anzat in the room. His voice showed a hint of playfulness and childishness in a way.*

It is time for us to leave this cesspool and all it's infantile inhabitants! For those who would like to follow myself and Teodor Vilen over there. *His right hand made a gesture toward's the Anzat, Teodor Vilen, so all would know who he was.* As Anzats we are better are genetically and entirely superior to these creatures that have dared to hold us captive. You may follow us as we make our escape and then go your own way once free but if you should follow myself, Vilmarh Tholme, and my partner Teodor then together our group of immortals will be utterly unstoppable. And never again will we be deprived of the soup that is rightfully ours!

*Vilmarh was of course lying through his teeth well he spoke. He did not intend to give any of the Anzat a choice to leave, the truth was that the only choice was to follow himself and Teodor or become a tasty treat for the pair. If they would not join them then Vilmarh would make sure to make them "join" him in a much different manner, and he would make sure they joined him permanently. Now as he left them to decide he approached Teodor and placed one hand on the Anzat's shoulders to signal it was time for them to leave as he walked toward's the exit. He only stopped as he stood over one of the guard's bodies and examined it. He noticed the blaster on the guard and after a moment of internal deliberation he decided to take the blast, bending down to pick it up and examine it before strapping it to the belt on his robes and standing back up. After all it could come in handy as they made there escape from this prison. He now continued to walk toward's the exit and once in the doorway he turned his head so that his right eye was glancing back at the Anzat's behind him and spoke once again to let them know it was time to go. There was a small glimmer in his light green eyes underneath the black hood as he thought of escape, small amount's of adrenaline circulating through his entire body as it urged him to return to the soup outside these walls.*

It is time for us to go, follow me I will lead us out of this nauseatting hole in which we've been left to die in.

Wed Jan 26, 2011 3:52 pm by Jarypt Namelk

*Kajir caught up to the others and grabbed a blaster and a stun baton. He barely heard Vilmarh's speech, but he was just as inclined to their objective as anyone else.*

We gonna brake out, or talk all day? Let's go, already.

*Kajir was a bit more inclined to violence than perhaps any of the others, but right now that was no detriment.*

Thu Jan 27, 2011 11:24 am by Teodor Vilen

*Teodor listens to Vilmarh make his little speech, but only half listening. He was also straining his ears for the sound of an alert or of on rushing guards. He heard nothing but still his hands slipped to the hilts of his blades. Their feel in his palms comforting him. His companion seemed determined to preach to the other Anzati present, something about them having a choice of some kind. What choice he did not understand, there was little choice. Teodor was the elder of the two and had no need for preaching or speeches. Follow or die, Vilmarh thought the same he suspected but in a more theatrical manner.

Teodor looked as another Anzat spoke, this one he did not know but he made a good point.*

He is correct Vilmarh, now is not the time for pontificating. Let us leave this place and then form a plan, after feeding maybe.

*Teodor nodded towards his companion and followed him towards the exit, silently drawing his vibroblades. Light reflected off their blades as he followed the other Anzat, casting 2 bars of light across his face*

Thu Jan 27, 2011 10:01 pm by Atlari B'ghani

*Atlari look at the other Anzat's who'd spoken, pretty much saying what she'd said that they should focus to getting out of there. She looks back to the Anzat she'd been brough in with, he was the only one really that she recognized. She had never seen many of her kind that close together for that long of a period of time. She sighs deeply, feeling a bit out of place being the only female one. She makes sure her silken cloak was clasped tight around herself, she knew they didn't need the visual to know what she was, but she didn't feel like giving them all the show that her form hugging body suit would. She tilts her head, and pushes her hair, which was in a slight state of disarray away from her face and looks up at the one that spoke that they should talk later. She agreed with him completely.*

Yes, Let us leave, find a quiet place. Then speak things over.

Sat Jan 29, 2011 8:00 pm by Jarypt Namelk

Aim for the legs. They might die slower.

*Kajir started down the hallway to the elevators. He'd be damned if he waited for another monologue. No guards yet, a shame, but they hadn't raised the alarm yet. The walls would be painted a refreshing shade of red before Kajir was finished here.*

Mon Jan 31, 2011 1:55 am by Tiro Saul

=Gallia Mundi=

*Gallia stood there running his right hand down his braid as they all spoke. They were right, it was bout time they got out of here, and fast. He didn't want to fight any more guards when they showed up for there shift changes. Watching as one of the Azanti took upon himself to walk off Gallia turned and pushed one side of his robes behind his legs as he walked off following him. For no the idea of them all sticking together was a good idea, and as long as they were together there was no one here who could stop them. AS he walked the images of the man who brought him here flashed in his head. Well he might, but he was still out matched 5 to 1, instead of 2 to 1 this time. Slowly both his hands reached down drawing his vibroblades from there sheath on his waist. His grip tightening around the blue leather on the hilt of the blade. As he approached the other Azanti he tapped him on the side with his blade as a sign for him to pause. As he walked towards the elevator he hit one of the buttons and turned back towards the group.*

Lets get out of here, Find some food. Then we can discuss after that.

Mon Feb 07, 2011 11:47 pm by Kaine

*The elevator rumbled into place on the Prison Level. Waiting for the doors to open, two of the six guards were finishing their conversation.*

=Guard 1=

I wonder who the new Sheyf is going to be.

=Guard 2=

Beats me. The current one is old, and lives on his own. He's our leader and we all love him and revere him. He's withstood time, and everything else the galaxy has thrown at him.

Why wouldnt he go on another decade or so?

*DING!

Like the sound of a dinner bell ringing, the elevator doors popped open, revealing the six guards arriving for shift change. Realising that something had to have gone very wrong for there to be a prisoner waiting at the elevator, unshackled and unescorted, the officer in charge leapt for the Door Close button. Unfortunately, the doors had already gone all the way open, which left a delay before they started closing. Also to the guards' detriment, the doors did not close if they detected an obstruction, like say an Anzati heading in for a canned meal.*

*Knowing death was going to come to them, but resolving to go down fighting, except for one of them who soiled his trousers and stood shaking, one of the guards had the presence of mind to activate the alarm on his datapad, and set off the facility's general alert. He would go to his death knowing at least that Kiffu would be warned, and maybe, just maybe, his family would be spared.*

=Guards 1-5=

For the Sheyf!

*The smell of Guard 6's trousers filled the air as the five guards not craven grabbed for their stunsticks to defend themselves from the Anzati.*

Tue Feb 08, 2011 4:36 pm by Vilmarh Tholme

*Vilmarh stood for a second watching as the other Anzat's walked off and found an amused expression crossing his face. He supposed it didn't matter if the other's listened to him he knew that they would join Teodor and himself and that's all he truly cared about. So as they walked off down the hallway and passed by him he grabbed a hold of his sword's hilt to make sure it was secured to his back and followed them to the elevator. He followed them making sure not to delay to far behind the group and stood behind them as one of them pressed the button to call down the elevator, as they waited he began to think more about what to do when they escape. He decided that this planet would become his feeding ground, at least until he found a place with more tasty delicacies, and before finishing up here he would need to have a rematch against the two creature's himself and Teodor had battled. He had lost his cool to easily and allowed himself to lose focus on everything that was going on which is how he had been captured in the first place, he would need to do a much better job well fighting them next time! Those two would die but before their death he supposed, being as merciful as he was, that he would allow one last moment of repentance and if he should decide that they are worthy enough he might just consider allowing them to become one with him. Oh maybe he might just consider devouring them anyway just to see what they might taste like when they mixed with the other's inside him!*

*As these thought's raised through his head the bell sound from the elevator awakened him from his silent thought's and he refocused back onto the task at hand. As the door's began to open he noticed the guard's within it and as they started to draw there weapons he took a firm hold of his cloak and, with a single step which allowed him to push through the other Anzats, he threw his cloak at the guards thus to block their view as he grabbed the hilt of his sword. When he drew the sword from it's sheath he tilted the sheath just slightly counterclockwise so that, as he drew it with his left hand, he would be able to pull the long sword from it's sheath easier. Drawing his sword he brought his right hand to it's hilt and lunged the tip of the sword's blade forward toward's the guard that seemed to be shaking in fear. The blade originally seemed to lung at the guard's forehead but because of its weight its attack fell slightly lower as the blade aimed straight for where the guard's throat was. His blade struck true and stabbed right through the guard's throat to the point where its tip could be heard hitting against the elevator wall behind him. The guard begin to choke and struggle on his own blood, the door's to the elevator started to close and as they did Vilmarh put his right foot gently in the doors way so that as the door hit his foot it backtracked and reopened fully for the Anzats. As he did this he fully expected that the other Anzats would take the advantages given to them by Vilmarh's distraction to attack and kill the rest of the guards. But if they should miss one he was fully prepared to take care of it. As he stopped to keep the door open the guard's started to step forward in preparation to attack the Anzats with their stun batons, the guard who had been struck by Vilmarh continued to struggle to breath with the blade in his throat and Vilmarh showed no signs of putting him out of his misery.*

Tue Feb 08, 2011 5:45 pm by Jarypt Namelk

*Kajir wasted no time with Vilmarh's distraction. He charged forward and grabbed a guard, then threw that guard out into the hallway. No need to block the other Anzati's attacks. The guard slammed into a wall and the shot from his pistol errantly bounced down the hallway. Kajir disregarded his blaster and stun baton in favor of slamming his knee into the guards face, then grabbing him by the front of the shirt, lifting him up and slamming him against the wall.*

*Kajir was enjoying himself after a long imprisonment. He yanked the pistol from the guards hand and started slamming the poor being's face into the wall behind him, splattering the sterile white with copious amounts of red. And Kajir was laughing at it. The guard eventually went still, but Kajir was still beating him.*

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