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Post by Prisoners on Sept 14, 2004 5:37:29 GMT -5
On the sparsely populated moon of the planet Hassen exists the Great Prison, a reputedly impenetrable facilities which spans the entire eastern hemisphere of the small satellite. It his here that the Governor of Hassen dispenses of his enemies, the criminals of his world and any elements of society he would rather not see ever again. Rumour has it that some of the prisoners are a little bit more special than the others and these are kept in the secure levels
Amidst the seated orderly ranks of shaven head and raggedly garbed inmates Twyce rolled his tongue around and over his teeth, trying to remove the lat stubborn vestiges of the stringy nutrient gruel that had once existed as a grey slop in the sectioned metal food tray that lay in front of him. As he continued his efforts he folded his arms and stared fought fully up at the dull and flickering light fixture that hung precariously on rusty chains over his table. He mused that it probably wasn’t the best idea to break into this facility but the possibility of what lay in the secure levels many hundreds of meters below the moon’s surface was too tempting. The security here really was something else, the exterior moats, minefields and ground defences were easy to circumnavigate, the sheer faced walls were scaled with out a hitch but in the end it had been a waste of time. Three squads of guards had been waiting, tipped off by moles in the local population to his activities. Apparently they’d known about his intentions for weeks, problem is he hadn’t told any one anything. Not that it mattered, no one on this rock seemed to listen to anything he said. Around him half a dozen snide persons had congregated and he already knew what their leader, who took a seat opposite him, was going to say. “Look, funny guy” the bony mix of skin and bones began “You’re new here so I’m giving you an extra last chance to re-consider our offer.”<br>“I don’t need protection and I’m certainly not paying for it.” Twyce said as he brought himself down to the other man’s eye level and glared. “If you don’t have protection all sorts of horrible things could happen down here to a funny guy like you.”<br>“What about you?”. At this the man laughed, his associates sblack personing.
The mirth ground to a gradual halt and a more aggressive air took its place, attracting the attention of others nearby who watched on in hopes of some entertainment. “Last chance funny guy before you find out why we offer you your own safety.”. There was utter silence. Twyce glanced around at those surrounding him and then at his finger nails as if in thought, he noted inwardly that the crowd beyond the goons was getting tense. Eventually he lent forward, very slowly. He gently brought forth his hand and jerked it up into a most insulting local gesture. “Fine, have it your way.” Was the response. It was obvious that as he stood he had been looking forwards to this, he disappeared as his friends gathered tighter around their failed venture. Twyce grinned up at them “Look, why don’t we all just go and-“ some one smashed a fist into the back of his head which promptly met the cold, hard and uncomfortably uneven food tray. “Right.” He muttered as he rose from his seat, his aggressors taking a step back to allow him to present more of a challenge. That was a very big mistake.
Another fist came from behind at his neck. Whipping around he grabbed the offending wrist and pulled it past him. The owner stumbled, grunting in surprise which quickly became a pain scream as the base of Twyce’s palm smashed the elbow bending the arm ninety degrees in a direction it shouldn’t go. Bone broke the skin and several blood vessel. Needless to say as Twyce let his first attacker drop the to the floor a mess was made. The Vindicare turned and face the furtherest member of the group, and he grinned evilly. “You have weak knees.” The mess hall exploded into a roar and Twyce went to work.
Virago Fusum grinned as the violence began. She had been busted breaking into the Governor's palace and sentenced to this dire place. She had put up with beatings from the guards and inmates along with other "interrogation" methods and wanted a release for her pent up aggression. Moving with snake-like speed, she whipped her left hand upto block someones punch, her right hand fingertips finding their way to a pressure point under his chin. She watched his eyes roll to the back of his head and dropped the man, already ducking someones backspin kick, meeting it with a low spinning kick to the guy's groin. She watched the newcomer down two attackers, and saw someone leaping behind him. Thinking quick, she pushed a chair toward the backstabber, knocking him sideways to land on his head behind the newcomer. Grinning she leapt over a sweep and turned in midair, her foot whipping out, smashing someone's nose. She landed and pulled a combat ready stance when the guards opening up water cannons on the inmates, forcing them to the floor. Virago screamed a curse she'd learnt in the local bar as the cold water forced her over a bench to land heavily of the floor, winded by the impact
Virago rolled over with a random outburst of water underneath the table linked to the bench that had left her gasping for air. Between the pounding noise of the water and the screams and curses of the fight her ears were ringing. Looking up she saw the newcomer sharing the table. Giving a smile she nodded. "You dont half make friends easy." "You should see me make enemies" The mans look at her made her shrug. "You ready for what comes next? We get the friendly mob next." Virago took a deep sigh and got her breath back.
Suddenly all the water shut off, deafing everyone with it's silence. Virago closed her eyes and everyone heard the heavy boots clattering throughout the hall combining with the high pitched "Ping" of the shock sticks connecting with anything moving. Virago waited for a heavy glove to grab her and drag her out from under the table before she opened her eyes. She saw the stick heading her way before twisting slightly. Her left hand grabbed the guard's right hand, where it held the stick. Her right fist connected with the mans wrist with a splintering sound. As he let go of the stick she swung it three hundred degrees counterclockwise, connecting with the guard's chin toward the end. As he staggered backwards she was leaping for the next guard, stick arcing toward his head. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a fist came into her vision, connecting with her stomach. Losing her momentum, Virago crashed without grace into the floor, stunned with the shock stick skittering along the floor out of her hands. She saw the armoured boot arc toward her head and everything went black...
There was a moment of blissful nothingness as Virgao saw black. Then reality hit her, the aches all starting up at once. WIth a grunt, Virago forced herself upright and opened her eyes. she was laying in a vest and combat trousers in a six foot square cell. Behind her was the cold ceramite wall, to eitherside thick metal walls. The front was a refreshing change, solid metal bars giving her a view of the row of identical cages running the length of the long room. Leaning on the bars, she took out a caffiene stick with a shaking hand and her last pair of damp matches. The first was too soggy to light, it arcing down the grill in the floor's centre. Breathing a prayer to the God Emperor, she nearly squealed when the last match lit. applying it to the bent caffiene stick, she inhaled deeply. "So... Anyone else around?" she called out into the hallway.
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Post by Prisoners on Sept 14, 2004 5:38:07 GMT -5
"Yeah, unfortunately," came a groaning reply, "Bastards tried to take my lucky charm, had to get 'em, but they didn't take my view." He sat up, "Hmm, different cell for us, not the average cell by any means," He said thoughtfully, running his hand over the wall. "Cerimite wall, and bars too I should think. No cracks, weak spots, we're in a sticky situation now!" He reached into his mouth and took out a false tooth, taking out of it a tiny lazer. He began trying to melt the bars. "Naw, too strong." he replaced the item, and stood up, "What you in 'ere for then?"
Virago let her arms dangle idly out of the bars. "dont know that one." "Ya dont know? Innocent, eh?" came the reply. "Oh no, i'm just not sure if it was the breaking into the Palace or if they knew why i was breaking in." Virago smiled. "I'm Virago. Who are you? Did the local bullies get your charm?" she took another drag, feeling the caffiene easing her aches and her mind speeding up, plans forming. "I wonder why we got special treatment." she mused. "After all, those thugs are not down here."
Yeah, but the thugs didn't break out of every damn penal leigon from here to terra!" He smiled, for the first time in years. "But this place is a beauty, almost unbreakable, not that I won't try." He grinned again. "Acid, and I've got the ingredience right here," He reached up to pull out another tooth, with a few miligrams of a green liquid. "Just add water, you got any? I doubt they'll let us be on out own, even while eating, and I need privacy to get to work."
"Ah, the old just-add-water-acid escape trick eh?" Twyce’s voice calls out several cells down the row "I remember that one, its a goodie but I find the saliva dependant types are blessed with greater versatility. Please do continue regardless.". At present he sits in the corner of his new surroundings inspecting the mess of congealed blood and dirt on the side of his head, gingerly exploring the surface with his finger tips. “Can’t go any where without having something kicked out of me can I?” he mutters to himself slightly annoyed. He knows full well that nothing can be done by prodding himself in the side of the head and slides up the wall, wincing as he discovers several more injuries he was previously unaware of. He approaches the barred entrance to the cell and begins an inspection, running his hands up and down each bar, around the door, all over the locking mechanisms and finally all around the edge. He sighs and steps away from the bars “There’s never an exitus when you need one…”
"It's no use," came a voice, interupting the conversation, "were close to the lower levels now, its top security, that small escape act wont work," the man sat in the shaddows of his cell opposite Twyce, he now stood and walked over to the bars, "I was getting kinda lonly down here, glad you people could join me," he smirked. He pulled out two smokes out of the sole of his boot, "the names Owen, care for a smoke," he said offering a cigerette to Twyce.
Trust me, I can escape from anywhere." He replaced both false teeth, and replied to Twice, "I find saliva dependant ones arn't as strong, and you don't get much in a tooth. So, anyone got an escape plan?"
Virago finished her caffiene stick with a sigh.
"Heya newcomer, thought you'd be around." she called out. "So, Owen, how long have you been here? Are we in for a long wait?" She raised her voice over Hax's swearing over his acid attempt
Ah, bugger, ******* ****." Cried Hax as he brought up his fingers smoking, "Tough bars." He sat back down, putting his fingers in his mouth, a second passed then, "OWWWWW! **** *** ******* ***** * ***** *!" The others looked on in amusement as he ran around his cell, crying out in pain. The pain subsided and he sat back down, "Bugger."
Me,..." he took a puff of his cigerette, "I've been down here ever since I got to this damn rock." Owen said as he went to sit down again, back against the wall. "It seems I'm to dangerous to have up there, and soon enough I'll be infront of a firing squad, resistance members dont get treated to kindly down here." he ran his hand through his dark brown hair, and then took another puff of his cigerette, "I'm sure you'll be out of here soon, this is where you serve your cool down time." he sighed "where as my fate, its sealed."
Nobt whevn bou hab be here!" Called Hax, painfully, "I'll get boo bout!" He reached down for his 'lucky charm' and raised it up, pressing a hidden button and releasing a many-pronged key, and began probing the lock without success. "I'll have boo out!"
are you ok friend?" asked Owen, "what did you just say?"
Nobt... Not while you have me here!" He managed. "I'll have boo... I'll have you out!"
Virago suppressed a smile at Hax's inability to talk. "despite how peaceful it is down here, I too think its time to us to leave." she arced her back and began knocking the bars. "sometimes these things move.. and those of us with .. sepcial gifts... are not restricted by the way our bones move." She began to force the end bars with little success. Sticking her arm out, she waved at the next cell. "Whoever's there, give me a hand and pull this bar slightly..."
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Post by Prisoners on Sept 14, 2004 5:38:43 GMT -5
Owen threw down his cigerette and jumped to his feet, he strached alittle, then went to grab the outstreched hand.
"I got'cha" he smirked.
Virago grabbed Owen's wrist and nodded. "Just ... keep pulling smoothly, not sudden tugs" She smiled. Placing her head sideways, she slipped her head and neck through the bars. Bracing her back against the bars, legs on the wall, she grunted and pushed against the bars.
Twyce reached out of his cell and grabbed the bar Virago was straining against. Taking a deep breath he braced against the wall and strained gainst the bar. All thee stood stock still, straining until there was a tiny squeak of the bar moving slightly toward Twyce. Virago grunted and with a sharp crack she fell out of the cell onto the cold hard floor. Owen staggered backwards as he let go and Twyce dropped to his knees, breathing heavy. Virago winced and straightened out, her bones all clicking. Hax grinned and tossed her his lucky charm. Catching it with a grin, She began work on Twyce's cell lock. With a clunk, the door unlocked, her experience with locks and having a decent look at the lock allowing her to do what Hax was havingtroubles with. She turned and repeated the trick with Owen before unlocking Hax's cell, handing him his Lucky Charm back with a smile and a nod of thanks. "Now then gentlemen." Virago clapped her hands together. "Shall we see what havoc we can cause?"
Owen offered out a hand to Virago, she took it and shook his hand. "Thanks," he said, "Now Hax was it? dont suppose you have a gun in them teeth" laughed Owen.
Twyce grins profusely as he is relased. "My what a colourful bunch we are aren't we?" he says pleased as he twirls the unlit cigarette in his fingers. He takes good long looks either way down the row of cells, at one end is the only door the other is a plain wall. "If we cause any random havoc we'll be put down in seconds. What we need is a structured plan. So, what special skills does everybody have? Lets see what we've got here in this motely crew of ours."
Virago grinned. "Ladies first, hey?" She gave a slight bow "Virago Fusum, Mercenary. Trained as an assassin, thief and sometimes a whirlwind of death for the Nobility." She paused for breath. "You may have noticed, I'm quite good at getting into and out of places. Give me a run up and I can show you a thing or two." She smiled. "Who's next?"
Owen stepped forward, "Me next huh" he smiled. "Im Owen Marshall, ex-guardsman, turned rebel." The others now felt a bit un-easy around him, now knowing that he used to be a serviceman. "I used to hold the rank of sergeant till i descovered the whole corruption within the ranks and that of the goverment, and two years after I formed the resistance, they caught me and chucked me in this hell hole, so i've got some milliraty training so I can hold my own," he smirked.
I'm just a thief, but a blood good one I might say. First caught hot-wiring a baneblade, rest is history. I'm also good at getting in and out of places, and a bit of military training in the several penal leigons I have been in is useful. I was caught two inches away from the palace jewels, couldn't resist. And by the way, if you give me my charm back I have a five shot needle pistol!"
I was right, we are a colourful bunch." he mangages to swagger on the spot and take up a smug air. "Right my turn. I say too much and i have to kill the lot of you so here goes. I have a nasty tendancy to dissapere and kill people with out any one knowing, usually from a distance but if I had a credit for every discrete 'close encounter' i wouldn't be doing what I was doing now if you know what I mean." He stoppes and slowly rises from his joviant stance and looks over his shoulder at the door. "Hmm... I wonder..." he shrugs the notion off and turns to the others. "I think our first port of call should be the Secure Evidence Locker, if we can find it that is. The other problem is getting there alive."
Squinting at Twyce, Virago pursed her lips. "hmmm." She decided not to raise the question and grinned instead. "A right Motley crew. I vote for the evidence locker, it's got my stuff in it, and a change of clothes." she wrinkled her nose "These things are far too heavy for my liking." Virago took a couple steps backwards looking around. "So.. anyone have ideas that don't involve that door?"
Floor?" He wipped out his mini-lazer from his tooth and gave it a try, "Naw, cerimite. By the Emperor, this place must have cost a pretty penny! And all my equipment in the locker... well I'm out of ideas!"
We're not suffocating in here which means that there must be some sort of ventilation either windows or some sort of vent." Twyce says looking about himself hopefully "Either might be our way out."
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Post by Prisoners on Sept 14, 2004 5:39:42 GMT -5
Squall looked at the rag a tag bunch before him, only one of them stood out to him. They were all looking around for the air vent. "Looking up would be a good idea." The group looked around to see were the owner of the voice was but to no avail. "I said looking up would be a good idea not at me." With that Sqall walked right passed the group, who only now could see him and right under the vent guared by lasers.
Twyce stares at the new comer, his eyes narrow in suspicion as Sqaull enters the centre of the group. Twyces tone makes a sharp turn and takes on a darker and colder element "Who the hell are you? And how'd you get in here? You damn well didn't come through the door and I'm perfectly sure none of us let you out of any of these cells. Answer now or face the consequences."
Squall now looked at this Twyce. Squall's deep black eyes started sizing Twyce up and decided that he would humour the man. "I have been in here since they brought you in, I was gonna follow your dead bodies out but you lot got out, so anyone coming with me?" Squall jumped up to the vent and hung beside it and took out a small circular device which he then placed near the vent.
The device clamped onto the vent exploded. The vent clattered to the floor, blackened with soot, bent and buckled. The open ventilation system lay before them, their first step towards freedom. There was a loud bang, and the whine of servos. The great door through which they had been brung in, a huge thing some three metres thick, was opening. They turned as one, preparing for a possible threat and escape. Four armed guards walked out, dragging a fifth figure behind them. The two dragging him carried electro-flails and the two flanking them carried shotguns. Each wore a grey uniform of flak armour, with a grey cap with a aquila badge stitched on. Their jackets bore the word ‘Warden’ in black lettering on their breast, with a name underneath. They wore shining boots over their trousers. One bore an eyepatch, and was heavily scarred on the face, a large chunk of his misshapen nose missing. He was one of the two carrying the shotguns. The other man with a shotgun was clearly young, and fresh faced. He glanced at the prisoner with barely contained fear. The two men with electro-flails were of indeterminate age, with deep frowns as they pulled the prisoner along roughly. The man they dragged in was dressed all in black. Black boots, black trousers, a black shirt and a scuffed black leather jacket. His hair was jet black and swept back, and his face was peculiar. His ears were ever so slightly pointed, and his features were almost angular. His nose was small, almost flat, and his skin was pale. Violet eyes twinkled in deep-set sockets, and he wore the faintest hint of a smile as he saw the escaped prisoners. The door crashed down, leaving them in gloom once more, and the guards swore as they saw the broken cells and escapees. The prisoner leapt into action, breaking free of his two captors despite manacled hands and feet. He smashed one of them over his head with both hands. He then pulled his handcuffs over the mans throats, strangling him. He croaked, try to break free, hands flying to pull at the chain, but it was held too tight. As he clawed at his throat, the electro-flail dropped to the floor. He simply scratched and cut his rapidly reddening throat. He kicked at his enemy, who somehow dodged the blow despite the fact that his legs were manacled together at the ankles. The prisoner bit the side of his neck with his teeth, which were revealed to be perfect-white, and sharp. Blood spurted - the man had severed an artery, swelled by the pressure of the thin chain on the man’s neck. “Next time, don’t give me a chain to work with. Give me the better handcuffs, please. You owe me that.” hissed the man. The guards raised their shotguns at him, but he held up the dying warden as a human shield. “Shoot and your friend....Anson dies.” he stated, glancing at his name tag. The man with the eyepatch grinned, while the man without balked. The remaining man with the electro-flail looked more worried at the group of escaped prisoners running towards them.
Squall lept into action. His black garb clung to him like a second skin. He split into two forms, the first heading for the guard with the eltro fail who had now wet himself. The second went after one of the guards with a shotgun. The first ran rite through the cowering guard the second pushed the shotgun out of its way and came up beside the guard slamming him to the floor. Squall pulled out a long silver knife which he then procedded to jab it into the neck of the prone guard. Blood spurted every where as the guard flailed around trying to cover up the gaping hole that was spurting out his life blood. Squall not wanting to be an easy target jumped forward and over to one of the nearby cells to watch the rest of the rag tag bunch finish off the remaining guards.
Hax jumped forward, swiftly hitting the release button of the shotgun wavering at him. As the clip fell to the ground, he kicked out, sending the man flying. He hefted the now empty shotgun and slammed it over the head of one of the other guards...
Rather then get involved in the fight and full well knowing its conseqences Twyce nimbly vanishes into the vent. As he clambers through the initial vertical section he fumes. Now, because several of the facilities guards are dead, thier escape will become apparent and security will be heightened throughout the prison, and that was going to make things incredibly difficult. He rises into the horizontal section of the shaft which runs out of the cell in the opposite direction of the door and towards the hum of machinery
The prisoners had attacked the wardens, and were easily winning. They smashed then with their own weapons, punched, kicked and fought hard. As Anson died, the prisoner hissed and stooped over his corpse. There was a strange, sucking sound, and the corpse fell. Crucis smiled. The man’s soul had been a nice starter. Now for the main course.... He pulled his cuffs harder, and slowly, painfully slowly, they tore through the dead man’s neck. He needed something sharp. The man’s spinal chord would have to do. As the remaining guards fell, the cuffs snapped. Crucis wasted not in freeing his legs. He looked at the fallen wardens, and smiled. He clapped his ‘rescuers’, the smile ghosting his strange, pale face.
Squall looked at the new in mate, then to the red liquid that was quickly covering the floor, The weapons had already been snacthed up and the guards had been scavenaged. "No honour among criminals then. Anyone joining me in following Twyce?" One of the blood soaked radios crackled into life. "Hey Jones you got five minutes you can only blame so much on them throwing them selves down stairs."
The vent curved off downards as Twyce found his way blocked by another grate. Breaking it down and going on ahead would be a very bad idea. The vent dove into a large air recycler and entering one of those would result in a very messy death. Instead he rams an elbow down into the base of the shaft time and time again untill the metal section buckles and drops out under the onslaught.
He gingerly eases him self out of the gap and drops with a light tap onto the floor. He stands and finds himself where his common sense dictates he should have arrived. One of many air plants within the walls of the facility. The door to the room is partly comprised of frosted glass, meaning that any movement inside the room might attract the attention of a curios passer by. Rather than have that happen he pads over to the light switch and turns it off with a sharp, plastic click in order to hide the contents of the room. Now the only illumination for the room comes from the window in the door, creating a dull gloom. Twyce retreats between two recyclers and awaits the arrival of the others if they so choose to follow. “Twyce? Was he that bastard who climbed through that vent?”<br>“Yep.” replied Squall. “Let’s move.” said Crucis, racking his shotgun slide. “They’ll be sending more down here in a minute. We have a few minutes before they shut this place tighter than a noble’s pocket.”<br>Crucis looked at the shaft, and grinned. He jumped, nimbly grabbing the sides of the vent and hauling himself up. Squall, Hax, Owen and Virago followed swiftly. Crucis moved like a snake, and acted like one too. Crucis could be describided as having the qualities of an excellent soldier - inverted.
The group dropped into the dark room from the vent above which had seen better days. Squall looked around and spotted Twyce. A heart beat later and he was behind the man one had covering his mouth the other cluctching a silver blade applying pressure to his jugular. "You leave us again and not only will i kill you but so will everyone else here. Got It?" Twyce tried to nod his head but Squall was stopping him. Squall slowly let go of the man and put the knife back into its pouch. "Rite then lets get moving."
Twyce glares at Sqaulls back as he rises from out of his hiding place. He dabs his fingers at a stining nic left by the blade and then inspects the tiny droplet of blood on his finger tips. He seems deep in thought as he rubs the red liquid between his fingers untill it is nothing more than a faint red smudge. Despite Sqaulls words he belives it might be better if he were to seperate from the group once more to avoid creating further tension on a wider scale, and then there are his own objectives...
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Post by Prisoners on Sept 14, 2004 5:40:48 GMT -5
Virago cursed as she leapt and crawled back through the vents during Twyce's "discussion" with the mutant Following the sounds echoing through the vents, she dropped out into a firefight outside the armoury. She saw someone gunning the heck out of guards as she leapt into the room. With a quick glance around the walls, she wasn't impressed. Eyeing up the locked cupboard in the corner, She grabbed a pistol and shot the lock off. Stepping over the unconcious guardsm she wrenched open the doors and her face lit up. Pulling out the halberd, she felt slight heat as it did a DNA scan. With a hum, the blade powered into life, leaving a faint red trail as the powered blade hummed through the air. She looked up as two guards stepped into the room. "Morning boys" she purred before she leapt upwards and toward them Lasrounds flew by her, one lucky shot grazing her cheek, the guards shocked from the way she moved But her power halberd was already arcing, slicing through the first guard's lasgun, and sideways through the next guard. There was as izzling sound as the bisected guard hit the floor, wound causterised by the over powered halberd. She landed softly, stepping deliberatly slowly next to the guard, halberd held upright, blade purring next to his face. This was no ordinary guard, the ugly man grimaced nd went to grab the halberd's handle. Virago swung it downwards, cutting off his hand. As he staggred backwards, clutching his wrist, Virago's free hand shot out, catching him on the side of the neck. The guard's eyes rolled upwards as he passed out and hit the floor.
Virago stepped out of the armoury and held her halberd horizantaly in both hands. Taking a deep breath, she heard screams and the alarms go off. Breathing out she sighed "This is my kinda of music".
Virago stepped into the corridor, eyeing the corpses scattered haphazardly, the room full of gibs. "Someone's enthusiastic..." she muttered as there was the clatter of the lift to her left. Eyes opening, she began sprinting before the door even opened. As the guards were stepping through the DNA scanner, she hit the first in a tackle around the waist, both landing with a crash in the lift. As Virago landed on the man, flat out in the lift, she twisted, her halberd arcing parallel to the floor, passing through the other guard's ankles, cutting off his feet. Virago stood up, readying for a finishing blow when a handful of guards entered the corridor. Swearing, she randomly hit a button and was thankful the doors closed before the guards spotted her. As the lift shuddered the guard started groaning. Virago grabbed his shoulder and twisted it, pressing her thumb on the man's neck, his unconcious form hitting the floor. She sighed and stood up, leaning against the back wall as the lift stopped. Her eyes snapped open as the doors drew back, taking in the sign "Purgatorium". As Virago peered out of the lift, she saw another ex-prisoner, boltgun already raised toward her. Virago dived out and sideways, throwing herself to the floor swearing loudly "Hey! i'm with you!"
Crucis did not fire, though he saw little point in saving the woman. It would be easy to fire, one shot, exploding her head in a satisfying spray of blood and brain matter. “I’m waiting for a living guard so we can get through the DNA sensor on the next lift.”<br>“What is this place?”<br>“Torture and execution chambers. I was headed straight here, after a night.”<br>“What for?”<br>“Too, too much.”<br>Virago looked around. “Som we just wait here?”<br>“No choice. Nothing else to do, unless you want to torture someone.”<br>Crucis’ voice hid a secret longing. He could picture Virago naked on the cold slab, tied down, but not gagged. He would love to hear her screams as he cut her skin, gouged her flesh, burned her exposed muscles with acid..... “Are you alright?” Crucis realised he was sweating heavily. “I will be fine.” he hissed.
Virago narrowed here eyes in suspicion, but know when not to comment. guesturing behind her she smiled. "We luckily have one here who's not dead... is he of any use to you?" reaching into the lift, Virago dragged out the unconcious guard and dumped him infornt of her without ceremony. Shrugging she held her halberd upright "So, whats the plan mister... ?"
Virago kept her halberd held ready as they walked between the prisoner's cells. She made sure she kept her feirce look in her eye and gazed lazily at anyone looking at her. "Crucis, where are we headed?" Virago asked "and can we get access to the palace?" She sneered at a prisoner making a rude guesture "damn filth, i hope you rot."
Levels B and A, large levels, passed without incident, bar the jeering, taunting spitting and swearing of the inmates. The next level was the mess hall and kitchens, were the slop was given out. It was empty. Completely. Virago and Crucis continued their speedy ascent. The next level was the control level. The cameras were all wired up to here, to the small control room. Which meant they were expected. Which meant that five guards armed with combat shotguns fired as soon as the doors opened. One was shredded by bolter fire instantly, and another fell in two around Virago’s halberd. Crucis kicked off a wall, and made an impossible kick to one guard’s head, which broke his neck with a sick clicking sound. Virago’s power weapon sent the last two falling, in pieces, to the ground. As Crucis cast aside his empty bolter with a lasting scowl, a ball of blue energy sailed past then and melted a gouge in the walls. A guard stood, wielding a plasma gun. “Give yourselves up, you son’s of pregnant doges, or I swear I’ll toast you here.”<br>He was too far away for Virago’s halberd, and Crucis had no weapon to hand. “You wish. You’ll have to kill us both than get us back to that sh*t-pit.” replied Virago fierily. The man chuckled. “You know what? I will. You bastards killed half the staff. I’ll enjoy watching you burn.”<br>The man fired, twice. One ball of plasma went straight at Crucis. The gun did not fire a second. It exploded, immolating the man before Virago’s eyes. His arm was simply gone. She span to look at Crucis, standing their, unharmed. Another gouge dripped molten metal in the wall behind him. Nobody could dodge a plasma gun. Nobody. “Time we were moving.” he grunted, and they opened the door to the surveillance room. It had been locked, but a shotgun blast had fixed the problem. Little door remained, and that was lying on the floor, though. The two camera operators raised their hands, terrified. Crucis fired twice. Two corpses fell, spilling blood onto the screens. He fired twice more, smashing the last screen with the head of one of the corpses. He relished every second, his blood was singing in his veins at the murder, the pain, the death.....
Crucis fired twice. Two corpses fell, spilling blood onto the screens. He fired twice more, smashing the last screen with the head of one of the corpses. He relished every second, his blood was singing in his veins at the murder, the pain, the death.... until the handle of a powerhalberd smacked Crusis on the back of the head. He fell forward, dropping low into a sweep, taking Virago's legs out. Before she had realised what was happening he was ontop of her, pinning her to the floor, hand around her throat. She saw the bloodlust in his eyes and gasped. "get... off've... me..." she choked. "I... dont know ... what ... you are... but we.. got... to... move..." her eyes rolled as she struggled, held easily by the larger man
It would have been so easy to kill Virago now, to partake of her soul, the essence which gave life purpose. Crucis’ tongue flicked, and Virago could see his fangs clearly - they were almost againt her face. But two people were better than one, at least for now. He let go, slowly, and got up. Virago rose swiftly, rubbing her red neck. “I apologise for my.....outburst. I have suffered much, and the anger must have built up. It will not happen again.”<br>It was bad lie, and he could see Virago knew it. “It had better not,” was all she said.
As the pair headed toward the door at the end of the office Virago stopped, looking at a surviving monitor. "Crucis!" she called out. "Look here... Twyce has just come up the lift. One of the other escapees?" Crucis paused to look into the monitor. "well?" Virago said. "we gonna wait?"
“I don’t know. Shall we wait? Every second counts if we want to reach the shuttleport. But I guess numbers would help.”<br>Crucis was unsure. No, let them, come. Let them all come. The more the merrier.
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Post by Prisoners on Sept 14, 2004 5:42:27 GMT -5
The lift banged to a halt, the doors grinding open slowly. Twyce and Squall stepped out. Crucis lowered his gun, slowly. “Looks like we’re back together then. What’ve you been doing?” asked Squall. “Not much. Escaping. Killing,” replied Crucis, and Twyce noted a mad glint in his eyes, one he only seen a handful of times. He saw the still burning corpse on the ground, blue flames dancing on the cadaver. He noted the cooling liquid metal on the walls in deep gouges clearly caused by a plasma weapon. “So, what’ve you been doing, then?” asked Virago. Squall looked at Virago and then looked around before finally resting his eyes on Crucis. “Blew some stuff up, killed a few cultists, completed a summoning ritual. You know, the usual.”<br>Virago looked a little surprised. “Now then can we get to the hanger and blast off this rock?”<br> Twyce agrees and bounds down the corridor and bounds back like a dog trying to encourage its master to play with it. "Lets not waste any time" he said, hopping from one foot to another "unless of course you lot want to hang around until all the very angry gun weilding grunts, of which there are many, in here come down on us like a drop pod." he grins under his mask and bounds off down the hall once more "I bugs the front seat!" he calls back. Squall bounded after Twyce with the other two close behind. “Not if I get there first Twyce.” They had ran down several corridors before they met any of the prison guard. Squall was first to react by placing one well aimed round into the skull of one of the two guards. Twyce finished off the second with one quick shot from his pistol. The group carried on until they reached the doors to the hanger. Several servitors moving crates and containers, various pilots ambled; the gigantic hanger housed all sorts of craft. “That’s what we’re taking out of here,” said Squall pointing to one of the craft. “You want to fly that out of here, down to the Governors front door step, in that.” said Virago. “What’s wrong with it. It only a Marauder Destroyer. Easy enough to fly. Has six autocannons, Five 200 kilo bombs, 8 hellstrike missiles, twin-linked heavy bolters and twin-linked assault cannons.” The rest just looked at Squall. “Well that’s what I’m taking out of here and unless any of you know how to pilot one of the other craft here, you don’t really have a lot of choice so who wants shotgun.” Said Squall as he ran off to the Bomber.
Well, if you want to be shot down by orbital defences go ahead. We need to be stealthy or they’ll blow us pieces. The Prison Governor’s shuttle would be the best choice, and it actually has room for all of us and any weapons we want to bring,” explained Crucis to the group and the retreating Squall, “And I am confident a shuttle is easier to pilot than a bomber.”<br>“Idiot,” he hissed to himself under his breath, “So, gentlemen and lady. Which is it to be?”<br> virago paused.
"I agree with Crucis... stealth is needed more if we are to get into the palace without setting off the alarms or getting shot outta the sky." She tapped the base of her halberd on the floor gently. "After all, we need to get in there without him having a chance to escape..."
Twyce returns to the group, the attraction of the race having worn off. "I vote for stealth, we've been a tad noisy today and I feel some what disapointed." he looks back over his shoulder at Squall and then turns back, leaning in slightly and whispers to the pair "Are we letting him have his way? Him shooting out all guns blazing would make a worth while distraction. "Not enough, I think. The defence guns will have no problem with him. A few seconds if all we’d have. Where the hell is this sh*t-pit’s governor, anyway? We could force him to give us clearance,” whispered Crucis. “No such luck. We have some enemies on their way,” replied Twyce. “No tike for debates, then. Make you decision and when you’ve made it follow me,” hissed Crucis, before he headed towards the governors personal shuttle.
Squall looked at the bomber longing to use it to get to his ship but in order to complete his mission he would have to follow the others. He ran after Crucis with the other two. Catching up with Twyce on his way. "You really think i would be stupid enough to go down to the palace in that. i was gonna use it to reach my shuttle after blasting away at the AA guns here." Said Squall to Twyce before running up the ramp to the shuttle. Squall made his way to the pilot seat with Tywce while the other two hung back in the Govenor's personal area. Squall jumped into the chair and fasented the harness. he activated thestarting procedure as he activated the internal comms. "Ladies and Gentlman if you would fasten your safty belts and keep all trays and seats in their up right positions during take off, we will be in the air shortly."
Outside autogun fire barks and hot lead rakes across the hull of the shuttle, the rounds unable to penetrate the metal hide of the vessel ping off harmlessly. Twyce tends tp his pistol working through the labourious reloading process, he looks up to his right as more bullets land, he grins and jokes "Sounds like we have a infestation. Giant metal mice in the crawl-space."
Virago sat quietly in the back of the ship, hands pressed together, eyes closed, muttering The Emperors Grace to herself. Her eyes snapped open as if she could feel Crucis staring at her. "I hate low orbit flying" she said more to herself than him.
Crucis shrugged and looked away distractedly. Virago shivered, not sure if it was the coldness of her prison issue vest and trousers or something about the ... man.
Virago unfastened her belt and, using rails to hold herself steady, started to rummage through the Governers belongings. Throwing stuff about she pulled out a long white dress coat with red trim. Grinning she struggled out of the vest and threw it aside. Pulling on the coat top and doing up the skull buttons, she also found a handful of knives and blades, sliding them carefully into pockets and a holster she found (and promptly strapped to her leg). "Right then. Time to kick some." She said triumphantly. "Are we nearly there yet?" She called out over the sound of ricocheting auto-rounds.
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Post by Prisoners on Sept 14, 2004 5:43:37 GMT -5
The shuttle swept down through the atmosphere of Hassen. White cloud parted over the prow and view port of the small vessel as it made its descent towards the surface, for a good five minutes the cloud cover had meant almost zero visibility and Twyce was most thankful for it. The dense cover coupled with the size and design of the shuttle meant that the craft was able to slip away with little more than scratches in the paint work from the autogun fire. Eventually lights began to blink in and out of existence between gaps in the cloud, they appeared more and more frequently until in one big burst the night-time city of Rool appeared as a earthbound star field. The Vindicare leant forward slight and pointed at a dense cluster of lights in the north west sector of the city, “There. the Governor’s palace.” He would have relayed a few points on the structure and a suggested landing vector by something buzzed next to his ear. A turn of the head revealed a set of headphones swinging on a hook screwed into the overhead panel. Eagerly he reached out and removed their connector which he hooked into something on the back of his head. “Hmm.”, he reached forward and fiddled around with a few switches the view port wipers came on, sighing he moved onto knobs and sighed thoughtfully. “They have a serious air traffic control system down there.” He disconnects the cable and lets it dangle “We’ll be dead a few seconds within the city limits, take us down outside the walls.”<br> The shuttle landed slowly and roughly, making Crucis curse. A few seconds after it had stopped moving, he removed his harness, picked up his bolter, which had very few shells left, and opened te large doors. Virago followed, slowly. Twyce and Squall were clambering out also. The city walls. “Okay then, what’s the plan now? We’re at the city walls. Shall we go our separate ways or what?” Crucis asked.
Virago stood, covering her eyes from the winds that had whipped up, her stolen overcoat billowing out to the side, her halberd upright.
She took a deep breath of the air, tasting the foul smell. So much different from her home hive, yet there was something about the towering buildings and indrustrial-like machinery around.
"We should stick together. After all, our goals are different, but we all need to get into the palace, don't we? And we all have our own... skills." she glanced unsure at Crucis.
Twyce shakes his head at what seemed to be Virago's common sense. "I'm afraid that we must seperate, for a while at least." he slings his rifle over his shoulder and gestures back at the city "In there lies the evidence that stops some very nasty people from coming down here and killing us and declaring this world exterminatus. I'm gonna have to find it while you lot do what you lot need to"
Virago watched the vindicare head off and rolled here eyes. "How dramatic." She turned back "So, we gonna seperate or shall we head for the palace already?"
“I have to go check something so if you two go you will be alone, I will be at the palace in three hours.” Squall turned around and strode off auto rifle slung over his back. He kept to the shadows no one saw him, he made his way through the streets until he came to a large accommodation building. He opened the doors and walked to the elevator. Graffiti lined the old decrepit elevator. A signal bullet hole could be seen in it speaker on the wall, to which Squall smiled to himself about. The doors parted on the seventh floor. He came to one of the doors, he took a deep breath and placed his hand on the door knob. He twisted it and pushed the door open. The room was dusty and had a few cobwebs in but it was exactly as he remembered it. The double bed on the right, the little kitchen area on the left. He walked over to the window. He looked out upon the city scape that hadn’t changed in two years.
Crucis had no reason to kill the Governor, no reason to stay with any of the others, no reason for anything now he was free. He had no purpose. Crucis had no purpose, but he was bored. Breaking into a palace and killing hundreds would make him feel better. “We’ll separate. I’m sure we can meet up again later.”<br>Crucis span, and leapt onto the side of an old hab-block, climbing it like an acrobat.
Virago sighed. Still, she had her own agenda, the Governor had certain expensive items in his treasury she still was under contract to retrieve, and the filthy traitor needed a lesson in the rights and wrongs of allowing daemonic cults to take place inamongst dangerous criminals. The thought of what was happening on the prison made her shudder. Setting her halberd in a holster on her back she took a deep breath. Sprinting toward the wall, she leapt and pulled herself into a windowsill. Taking a much slower time than the "gifted" escapees, she carefully leapt from window sill to teh one above, making her way up the wall. Reaching the roof, she paused to catch her breath. Wiping the sweat from her eys she smiled. She had a view of the sprawling city, the "Imperial" Palace rising above the other buildings. Running along the roof she headed straight toward it, leaping the allys between buildings...
+++High Orbit: Hassan Prime+++
The Mars class cruiser stayed on low power, hidden from any sensor arrays that had by some miricle remained maintained. "So sensor reaing yet, Lady" one of the crew, wired directly into the bridges control panels, intonded in a metallic voice. The inquisitor stood infront of the viewscreen, a vid-pic of Rool filling the area. She spat "The degenerate can not even organise the proper rites to maintain the machine-spirits. Another heresy to add." Behind her a scribe scrawled notes into a massive book. Inquisitor Miliana Acedo waved a hand toward a woman stood in the shadows. There was a creak of leather against an athletic build. "Ready a team of you ladies. We will deliver the Emperor's message of displeaure personally." The Inquisitor could barely hold the hatred in her voice. "Lady," a naval officer made the sign of the aquila over his chest. "The other cruisers are in place over the moon-prison, weapons locked and armed." Acedo ran her tongue over her teeth. "We cannot destroy it yet, he must be killed before we strike. I wish it were not the case." She turned to look at the man. Her purple eyes were glowing and the look of disgust filled her features. "I can feel what they have summoned even now. It's mere presence in the system fills my mouth with its foul taste. The sooner it is destroyed, the better." The officer nodded, sweating in fear "On your command, Lady."
Monitor Tet wasn't really having a good day. Firstly static had built up one of the servitor scribes connections and it had scrawled garbage over important communications for hours before any one had noticed. He'd had a berating for that since he was the poor sap who had eventually found out. Secondly a string of short circuits in the internal vox system meant his fingers had been badly singed making writing the daily reports painful. He felt sorry for himself but unbeknownst to him all that was about to be put aside and he'd be able to stop being so depressed. He was, unfortunately, going to soil himself rather abrubtly.
A hand grabbed him frimly round the mouth and the barrel of a rather large gun was placed against his temple. "Hi there." with one sharp jerk Twyce dragged the man out of his chair and into the shadows, "I'd like to borrow your astropath, thats if you don't mind of course.". Tet shook his head, bearing in mind that the gun barrel really quite big. "Thanks a bundle," with that his captor sniffed the air uncertainly "Honestly, couldn't you have waited?"
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