the clock hits 6 AM and in unison the sounds of metal starts, doors open and almost if on que people in a red clad jumpsuit walks out, the groups of unknown aliens, Humans who looked like they saw better days, and Gun totting Guards entered the Steel walled place known as the prison

Meanwhile in a dark hallway 2 guards were pushing a angry looking man wearing a new red jumpsuit to a Metal door, the door opened automatically as if it expected the persons presence,

The guards pushed the man through the door, sending him falling down onto a badly made safety net, the person let out a grunt as he hit and ground and looked up, a tiny group of Prisoners made a semi-circle around him.

"...And then I the all powerful Groor grabbed the massive beast by its tusks, tiny humans each was as long as two of you standing on each other's shoulders! So in Groor's mighty hands was this creatures greatest weapons so with a great twist of my muscles I snapped them off like twigs and impaled the beast with them was that not a glorious victory for the incredible Groor?" Ranted and bragged Groor to the poor two guards tasked with escorting him to the prison.

"Is he ever gonna shut up? He hasn't stopped talking about himself for the past three hours!" Whined the younger guard to his senior. "I know what you mean. Never thought I'd miss the begging groveling wrecks we usually get stuck with." Whispered back the second man. "At least those ones we could smack around without worrying about getting smacked back. If half of what this monster says is true then I almost feel sorry for the slime were dumping him into." "Yeah almost."

And with that the guards pulled the switch sending Groor into the yard.

I gotten off of the ground. looking at the Scum infront of me, I almost chuckled, I devoted my life to throwing people in jail, and now here I am. with some of the worst Scum in the world. Locked in a big metal box with me, I thought.

I wondered if they would know who I am. if they would start a large riot and end my sentence quickly in blood. I walked off the tiny safety net just before hearing something else fall ontop of it, Two prisoners in one day?,

I turned around to see a big robotic person with black fur, I could already tell this person would help me get out of here quickly, he looked like he would be able to take down a Spaceship with his bare hands, I entered the little semi-circle of Red. standing infront and staring at the person infront of me hey, are you alright? I asked him

@Cuddle Pot

Groor plummeted several feet unto a suspended safety net. Groor grunted his disapproval. "Weak pathetic whelps! They have deprived themselves of the glory and splendor of Groors great feats!' Groor thought to himself. "Foolish humans! They have become instruments in Groor's great plan! The greatest warriors of the galaxy are housed here from many new and strong species! The human race has made Groors great hunt for glory much easier!" Of course this was a self deception on Groor's plan to sate his ego. He come to this prison by no means on his own.

As Groor prepared to spring up he heard yet another human voice call to him. He leaped to his feet and studied the man as judging his position and strength. "Human but not one of the guards also not very strong looking. His death would bring little glory to Groor!" Groor replied "Hah! The invincible Groor could fall from a thousand higher hights then that! Who are you to be brave enough to approach such a mighty warrior?"

Meanwhile...
Echo enters the field with a slim prisoner alongside him. He heads to the Northwest (according to maps of the prison, hell if anyone knows where the actually Northwest of a bloody space prison is, especially not these bludgeons.) corner of the field and leans against the wall as his escort starts speaking about things not heard to others as no one is near.

*Indistinct mumbling which is actually average talking can be heard*

"FUCK!" Echo yelled.

Echo sits there for a moment, as if thinking about what he just heard, he then waves away the other and pulls out his Ignitor and a Ferax Stick which he proceeds to ignite and inhale, the things had such a stronger zing than any Cuban cigar had to offer.

While smoking away his thoughts, he glances at the fresh young one who was just getting off his feet.

"Another bastard to scrub my shoes," he thought. Then he noticed something.

"That guy's hair, he was ex-enforcement, which means...he knows things..." he thought. "Unless he's just a wannabe, course, but in any case, he can probably do some grunt work, he obviously has some experience with his fists."

Echo stood straight and started walking towards a prisoner sitting on a bench near the door to the cell blocks. He murmurs something in his ear, and the prisoner nods. Echo tosses the guy a Ferax Stick and walks into the cell block area.

Echo approaches the second cell block on the third level and lights his Ignitor, as the lights were out in the blocks at the time. He enters and starts walking down the block, to a cell near the back end. Then he waits. About two minutes later, the block door opens and a flashlight shines bright down the hall, the door shuts behind and the flashlight is shut off. Echo kills the Ignitor's flame and starts ambling to the front of the block.

"I need more Sticks, Heat. I running out of supply, you even know economics?" Echo started.

"Don't bother telling me," Heat replied, "You want a set or two? Or how about a whole pack?" he says as he can be heard shuffling in his pockets. The man turns back on his flashlight and shines it directly on a fresh unopened case of 10 Ferax Sticks. His guard uniform gleams even with all the dust and soot on it.

"I'm amazed you didn't take it upon yourself to confiscate the evidence," Echo chuckled, "You're outdoing yourself, I hope you can top this some time, anyways, send this to Brahmin, and you'll get a good wad out of my account sent straight to you." Echo tells Heat a series of numbers which he records on his data-pad.

"Business is booming, as usual. I've got canteen shift, so Ima get my rifle first," Heat grinned.

"Just know," Echo started, "never shoot the man that pays ya." He gives a confident nod to Heat and walks out, putting the case of Ferax Sticks into the toilet filter case as he heads out back towards the field, where he sits in the Mid-Western section of it, and waits for the horns to blare and the guards to escort the wave of red into the canteen.

"Never sit in the front of the canteen near the kitchen, most of the armed guards are posted there," he reminded himself. "Never sit near the back either, fights happen there, and bullets come right after the fists, and if the bullets don't get you, Solitary is your winning prize."

Echo smiled...
"Welcome to hell,
weathers great here,
so pull up a chair,
grab a cold beer."
OOC: To the rhythm of Moves Like Jagger btw.

I wasn't fazed by the person at all. sure he was huge but. I encountered lots of huge people in my life Well I go by the name Barrack here, and I approached you because you were new here Groor. I told Groor.

I decided to keep my name a secret, most of the people here obviously aren't the biggest fans of the law enforcement. especially ones that are part of the interrogation. I looked to my right to see a person sitting in a corner. Smoking a ferax stick which should have been confiscated. a drug addict. big surprise.

I looked at the big creature known as Groor If you don't want me to help you next time then I won't I told him. it was actually a relief he didn't need my help getting up. he would likely accidentally rip me in two!.

Dmitri was being walked down a long hallway by two gaurds, one to his left, and one to his right but slightly behind him. "Im telling you guys, i didnt do it! It was that robot guy!" "Sir please remain calm, we dont want to have to use force...well, thats a lie...but you know....." "Hmmp." They may to opening in the hall to the right of them. "Jump." One of the gaurds said. Dmitri jumped off the platform, preparing to soften his landing with a combat roll, but didnt need to, as he soon fell into a safety net. "How curdious of them." He mumbled sarcastically. He got on his feet and looked at his surrounndings. He was in a large field of grass with high walls surrounding each direction, then several doors leading to who knows where.
The inhabitants of the yard were of all different species ranging from humans(few) to, robotic, gorilla things? "Well, better make the best of the situation." thought Dmitri. He started searching around for any signs to where these other hallways lead, but to no avail. "Wheres the grub?!?!" He asked to no-one in particular.

@Bartimaeus I did something infamously known as a facepalm. apparently I was put in a insane asylum because theirs no way this person is sane. This "grub" your talking about is served at a fixed time if I'm right it will be served soon. I told the idiotic human. sighing at how stupid he can possibly be..

I had a feeling I was going to hate this place.

"Why Does the human strike itself? It also insults those around him! Does it seek death?" Groor said aloud staring intensely at Barrack.

@Cuddle Pot I answered the person infront of me. its called a facepalm. people do it to express how much they absolutely hate certain individuals I added in the last part. since that incredibly annoying human is well being incredibly annoying. I always hated insane people

I removed my hand from my face looking at the strange lifeform infront of me. it wasn't anything new, I've been around aliens for my entire life. I've hunted them for crying out loud and I've Lived among them for years....god I'm such a hypocrit.

"Actually big guy, its called emo. If he tries to hurt himself, donnt let him, its bad for his self esteem."
Dmitri then proceeded to walk across the yard, and slumped himself down into crosslegged position and began studdying a moth that crawled across the ground infront of him. "Hmm orange fur." He thought. "Ive seen this before, maybe ill keep it." He then squished the small bug's head(with his left hand), so as to not allow it to die a slow death, in his pocket. He then began to start tying knots in the grass growing out if the cracked floor.

Echo stared at the odd newcomers as they did what they did. Honestly, he was surprised.

He stood up and walked towards the big...thing...

Then he realized it was a big thing.

"Hey, tough man," Echo started with a confident smirk on his face, "take this as racist as you want, but what in the hell are you?" Echo carried on to eye up the specimen. "A mechanoid of some weird shit from some weird faggots who should send me some more Sticks? Or some odd calamity of biomass and metal that I can't see possibly living but it stares me right in the face?"

This creature was one hell of an interesting thing, it doesn't look like it even breathes! Is it even technically alive then? Echo had no honest clue, but hell if he was gonna let it get over him. Hell, maybe he could make a good brute. "Still," Echo thought, "What in the FUCKING hell IS that thing?!" He kept him smirk as a small chill creped up his spine. "Ain't no way this heap is gonna overthrow my empire," he thought, "I'm the one in charge, and he will be under my boot!"