[IC] Stranded: Prisoners' Tale (High casual Sci-fi/fantasy) Open

[Heckno12]

The Alcatraz

Derismus

The massive prison ship floated listlessly through deep space. So far away from civilization that even the strongest signal couldn't reach it. The twenty seven cell blocks were secure as per usual, and routine checks were being performed. The engines had long since shut off to allow the ship to drift freely along its unknown course. Guards patrolled, the anti-aggression field was working at peak capacity, and the prisoners were passive and within their cell blocks. A normal cycle that had been going on for an indeterminable amount of time.

The ship's captain looked out towards the stars waiting for the paper work that always arrived about this time. It was a droll job, and one he'd be stuck with for the rest of his life, but this vessel was his.

In the middle of the standard procedures, a shrill sound rang out over the intercom.

"What? There's no way." The captain exclaimed as the sound continued. Had it been a prank by one of the more mischevious of the crew or prisoners, they would have had to broadcast from within the ship. This was coming from outside, from the planet they were beginning to pass. They were way out of the planet's gravity well, so that wasn't a risk, but something was broadcasting on such a specific frequency from the surface. This was uncharted space, such a happening would be next to impossible.

The sound stopped after a few moments, but what followed was much more alarming. The ship's power suddenly fluctuated as some energy wave projected from somewhere on the planet's surface.

"Engineers to the power station. I want to know what's going on, now!" The captain shouted over the now freed intercom. After such a long time of inactivity, the ship was suddenly buzzing with excitement and fear.

The next wave seemed to bring more force with it as the ship shook violently. As the navigator looked at her instruments one thing was clear, the ship was being pulled into the planet's gravity well.

"Reactivate the engines, I want us clear of this planet yesterday." The captain told the worried crew.

"Navigation controls are dark sir, the engines won't respond!" One of the crewman shouted over the chaos.

"Dammit, brace for entry. This ship is going down." The captain declared with an icy calmness.

There was no point in activating a distress beacon, there wouldn't be anyone to hear it...besides, a prison ship wouldn't be worth the effort.

"Where's the warden? He won't respond to any of our hails." A comm officer exclaimed as he tried to notify all hands to brace.

"God Dammit, of course when shit hits the fan that creepy bastard is nowhere to be found." The captain said, not the slightest bit surprised.

The ship lurched forward one final time as it hit atmosphere. The sound of a manual override was heard over the alarms and all of the prison blocks launched like escape pods from the side of the ship. Before the main ship made impact with the ground, the warden was seen on camera tampering with the emergency controls.

[dabombjk]

Keeran

My Appearance

Keeran's stay on board the Alcatraz could only be described as strange, as most who assume to know this supposed "Psychopath" would hazard to guess that Keeran would be violent, he would have murdered someone or tried to riot. Anyone who read his files would have been put on high alert with him on board, but what happened in reality was very mind blowing to everyone. Well anyone was wasn't a sociopath like him. Keeran was actually very polite, and very docile the entire time he was being escorted on board. To properly explain we need to go back a few weeks before Keeran was assigned to board the Alcatraz.

Three weeks prior to boarding the Alcatraz

Keeran was bravely walking down the sidewalk of the city he was in, which was unknown to him at the moment. He had recently escaped from a maximum security prison two states over to the east, in which he had started a riot in the courtyard, killed am armored security guard, donned his outfit and gear, and easily walked out of the prison from a side exit. He did not get very far before alarms were raised in response to his escape, in fact his every move was documented save for the moments when he killed the guard and donned his outfit. The security guards stationed to watch the cameras were just so happen able to recognize Keeran's face and sounded the alarm but by the time anyone was able to do anything about it Keeran was able to stay three steps ahead. When he escaped from the building Keeran had to think fast. He needed to hide or get far away but there was nothing around for miles. So Keeran sat by the side of a car in the parking lot he ran to, trying to think of a plan, when suddenly the car he was leaning against lit up as if someone was unlocking the car from a distance. Keeran peered underneath the car and saw a man in a suit walking towards the other side of the car, the drivers side. Keeran smiled, birthing an idea that was slightly insane. Keeran crawled underneath the car and held on to the underside of the vehicle as its driver turned on the vehicle and drove out of the parking lot. Keeran nearly failed when going over speed bumps, very awkwardly maneuvering himself so that right before he hit the speed bump he wedged himself even further into the mechanics of the underneath of the car so he would only be grazed by the bump. It still hurt his back slightly, but it was nothing compared to the pain that he was subjected to in Prison.

Keeran was able to hold on for the entire drive, for however long it was, and when the car stopped it parked itself into a parking spot that appeared to belong to a rather bland office building. Keeran crawled out from underneath, still wearing the guard uniform but he ditched the armor awhile back, and rushed behind the driver of the vehicle he escaped out of. Keeran almost laughed at his good fortune, or bad fortune depending how you looked at it, and realized he managed to snag a ride out of the prison underneath the car of the Prison Warden. Keeran had one hand holding nape of the Wardens suit jacket, and his other feeling around the Wardens pockets for the car keys. He contemplated what he needed to do next. He could spare the Warden, killing him out of rage for the torture the Warden inflicted on him was not really his sane style, by knocking him out or choking him out. He could kill the Warden, dead men tell no tales. But more than likely people were already alerted if security wa spaying attention the cameras that were posted around the parking lot and in front of the building entrance.

Keeran sighed, then wrapped his right arm around the neck of the Warden. He held this grip until the Warden passed out, then smiled deviously. He had another idea. Keeran held the car keys in his hand, and held the back of the wardens head in his other. He dragged the Warden to the passenger side of the car and placed him neatly inside the vehicle. Keeran fished out the Wardens cell phone, placed it in his pocket, got into the drivers seat and drove out of the parking lot. He spent a small amount of time driving before the Warden awoke.

[Warden] Wha-what? Whats going on, whats happening?

The Warden looked at Keeran and gasped.

[Warden] You! Hishamie! You son of a bitch, your gonna pay for this. Couldn't just leave me alone, or really leave the planet alone and die properly huh?

Keeran smiled and shrugged. "Trust me if I could I might actually be into that, but for some reason good ol planet Earth just does not want to let me go. I can't seem to die, and you just love to take it out on me huh? I mean cmon it isnt like I killed the prison guard that your son is dating. What was the guards name? Chet right? Yea he cried like a bitch when I gave him a nice little tumor to deal with. He cried and cried unitl the tumor grew three times its regular size and he died, choking in a pool in his own blood."

The Wardens face grew red, and he almost attempted to lash out but when he saw the look in Keerans eyes he calmed down. The Warden thought about how he might have a chance to survive this, and if he did Keeran would be caught again, and sent back to his prison. If that happened the Warden swore he would find a way to kill Keeran

Two weeks prior

Keeran and the Warden were sitting silently inside a worn and torn one room apartment on opposites sides of the room. The Warden was rocking back and forth on the ground while Keeran and was smiling, twirling a knife in a most expert fashion. In the week that had proceeded Keeran kept the Warden on his toes, but also used him to stay ahead of law enforcement. Keeran knew that he would be caught eventually, but he decided that next time he escaped it would be the final time he would have to, he needed to settle a few debts on the outside then he can began some kind of life far away. The first thing he did was use the Wardens phone to track where he was and where he needed to go before he destroyed the phone and the chip inside. Then he drove to his destination, the next city over. The reason why he was sent to the Maximum prison that he was located at is because the last time he was caught he was actually caught in the city next to it. It was simply the closest prison but strangely it was the best equipped to deal with him.

Keeran went on a slight psychotic rampage, but a directed and tactical rampage. He would set fire to buildings and break into stores, leaving messages only those it was intended for would understand. Keeran got the intention of the half dozen men he wanted to meet with, and one day while Keeran was walking with an uncomfortable and unwilling Warden, they were ambushed by a group of lackeys belonging to the half dozen men Keeran wanted to meet. Keeran and the Warden were led to an abandoned building where even more men were laying in wait with a small computer. The computer had only one program, one video, and it contained a message. The message was a voice message from one of the six men, simply stating Keeran will die before meeting them again. Then every men attacked Keeran and the Warden. Keeran could have taken care of every single criminal in the building, he has a large knowledge of unarmed combat skills and he was an Attuned. But the Warden had a secret baton that he thought Keeran did not know about, so the Warden tried to defend himself.

Keeran watched, at the end of the fight, as the Warden got his hands dirty for once. He fought off three criminals, and ended up killing all three by bashing their heads in. When the fight was officially over, the Warden fell to his knees and cried. He had killed three people and now he was no better than the criminals he was in charge of. Keeran smiled, proud of his work. They left the building, the Warden now much more silent and obediant from the mental abuse from Keeran and the now guilt of murder which was fresh in his mind every time he closed his eyes.

Fast forward to when they were in the one room apartment, Keeran was officially fed up with the silence. Keeran walked over and crouched in front of the Warden, who recoiled away from the presence of Keeran. Keeran shushed the Warden and put a hand on the Wardens shoulder.

"Listen you did what you had to do. I admit that you were there because of me, but you didnt have to kill those men to stop them. Admit it, you enjoyed the rush huh? Tired of watching others hurting others and were able to finally dish out some of your own pain?"

The Warden looked up, tears in his eyes and a strange look on his face. But there was something else, a single sparkle in the corner of his eyes. Something inside the Warden seemed to snap, and a smile formed on his face.

One week prior

The next two days was spent in a rush, Keeran and the Warden fulfilling Keerans revenge. They found more of the lackeys who belonged to the men who they were after, and after a few torture sessions the location of each man was released. Keeran and the Warden found, tortured, and killed all six men. Keeran would let the Warden get in the last torturous and fatal blow, letting the Wardens dark side grow. After his revenge was played out, Keeran explained to the Warden why they did what they did. They betrayed Keeran the last time he got out, turning him in to the feds and helping in his capture. Keeran felt slightly betrayed, considering all he did was kill a few of their guys every time he would meet with each of them. It wasnt his fault, the lackeys kept trying to ask him questions. But now he needed a favor. He needed to go back inside, inside the prison, because he still had a rep to protect. The authorities and the government were hot on their trail and it was only a matter of time before he was caught again, and he wanted to be caught on his own terms. If he was going to be caught he wanted his rep to be protected. Plus he would escape again, since he was now besties with the Warden. He just needed a few favors from his new buddie......

Keeran gave himself up and receive only minimal bruising from his captors. His original plan went swimmingly, he was sent back to the original prison he escaped from under the pretense that more safety measures would be set in place. At least for a small amount of time. For the next few days, Keeran roamed the prison freely, making sure his new found social status in the prison was known by all. But after two days of being in the prison he was suddenly transfered by governemnt agents and was given a place on the Alcatraz. Long story short, when the list of criminals was being made of who would have a place on it, a long time ago, Keerans name was put near the top of the list. They just had to find suitable equipment and people to hold him and watch over him. Keeran did not understand everything that was happening, but he knew his plans were ruined. But he did not let this over take him, he wanted to take advantage of whatever opportunities came up. The Anti Aggression field calmed his pyscho side down, so he was able to stay calm while aboard. His sane sociopathic side stayed calm, and Keeran kept himself from lashing out while on board.

When the ship began malfunctioning, Keeran sat calmly in his cell. He smiled and waited for........something.

[Polaris North]

Ahleya leaned back on her chair as she processed one paper after another. She loved being in the hospital - she honestly did! But sometimes it gets boring when she needs to stay after work and just work on some papers for the day. Sign here, put your name there - the process was so redundant and boring. Even after years of doing this, she never got used to it. She propped her head up on her hand as she stared straight at her door. No one was coming in at this early in the morning. She could feel herself drifting off to sleep - eyes closing every now and then until she just couldn't open them anymore.

"Miss Bursmir. Miss Bursmir."

She groaned as she was awoken from her sleep. Somehow, she had maneuvered herself in her sleep so she was in a more comfortable position, her arms crossed on the table and her head leaning on it. She raised her head ever so slightly so that she could see the one who woke her up through one eye - the one shimmering azure blue. The woman was familiar, definitely one she knew. It was one of those workers running around, delivering stuff. What was her name? Ah, she couldn't remember.

But she had to be respectful. "Yeah?" Yeah, very formal Lea. But at least she gave a reply to the woman. One blink. Two blinks. No reply. Huh? Did the girl not hear her? No, she looked like she was frozen stiff. Oh wait, she wasn't even looking at her anymore. Okay, must have been too sleep deprived. Must have fallen asleep for a moment there. The girl stood aside but Lea could only register grumbles instead of words.

Then someone in a suit and tie came in, ruby red eyes boring into her, judging her position.

"Kyle." The woman regarded her older brother and then raised her head completely so the entirety of her face can be seen. "Is there something you need brother?" There seemed to be a small fondness in her voice. It was rare for her brother to visit. Even under his scrutinizing gaze, she felt elated to see him. It has been a long while. But from his look, she knew he meant business.

"Well, dear sister, -" Kyle's voice obviously dripped with sarcasm. Calling him his 'sister' didn't bode well for him. The words were forced out of his mouth. Though, Lea didn't seem bothered by it at all. Kyle continued speaking, "We have received a request from the government to lead one of the medical groups in the new prison ship Alactraz. I want you to be our representative." He then dropped the files on her table rather harshly, forcing the girl to retract her arms before the thick folder made contact with her. "The decision is final." He then turned around sharply and left.

Lea looked at the thick file, eyes narrowing at the files. A prison ship? So what was in here? She placed one hand on the file and noticed a small note on the bottom - "Classified". She raised her head once more and saw that the girl was still there, holding a cup of coffee. "Oh you can go now if you like." She said with a small smile given to the girl.

"T-Thank you." She then moved to the door but then remembered that she was holding something in her hands. She turned around and then placed the cup of coffee on the table. "H-Here Ms. Bursmir. We thought you might have wanted a cup of coffee since you worked all night." The young girl stammered out before bowing and then leaving, not even letting Lea thank her for it.

Lea smiled as she took hold of the cup. The comforting warmth that the liquid gave her as she drank it was surely welcome. She placed it back down on the table, took the files and began to skim through it. The Alcatraz - a prisoner ship designed to hold ten million prisoners and would be sent to space with a self-sustaining food supply so that they wouldn't even need to stop at a planet. But what about gas? Hm, she should probably ask about that once she was briefed personally. She continued to skim through it, seeing the history and the making of the spaceship. There were a lot of blanks for the prisoners that would be placed there and she found this odd. Perhaps they were still searching for more prisoners?

Then she saw the staff that she would be given. There were only five. FIVE. so that would be six including her. Either they didn't think anyone would be good enough or they were cutting down on budget. She shook her head and let out a sarcastic laugh. Was this some sort of suicide mission? But she set that thought aside for now. Maybe they just thought that medics wouldn't be all that needed. No matter, she can work around this. Once she closed the file, she couldn't wipe the grin off her face. This gave way to so many opportunities in learning about psychology and the likes. Talking to the prisoners face to face was way better than reading their files. Good, this was good.

She drummed her fingers on her desk and then finally pressed the button for the intercom between her and her trusted secretary who could do her work no problem. "Miki? We have to talk."

---

"'Ya know doc, I don't even know why I'm here." A tall, raven haired male said. He looked rather decent and sane. Lea took another peek at the files on her hand which held his information. Michael Polar. Age: 31. Gender: Male. Though rather normal-looking, he is one of the most notorious killers in a country on Earth. But Lea stayed silent, urging him to explain why he thought that way. "Well, I'm only ever targeting those who have done others wrong. An eye for an eye, Hammurabi's code right? Those bastards just takes whatever they want from the poor because they have enough money to buy anyone off. Oh, but not me! They had to pay."

"So it's more like you did it for justice Michael?" Lea was on a first name basis on everyone, finding that the need for formality can be foregone.

"Well, yes. Our justice system's shit anyway. So it's up to me to put things in the right track."

"I see. Well, that should conclude our meeting for the day since there's a whole queue waiting out there and I'd rather not keep them waiting. You seem fine enough and you're not showing any sicknesses..." Lea then gave him a smile and then said, "I'm convinced that you all are coming here for the sole reason of venting out thoughts rather than for diagnosis. Remember, I'm not a therapist."

Michael laughed as Lea joked about it. "We know doc. But you gotta admit, it's better talkin' to you than most others here." He then stood up and then waved goodbye before leaving the room entirely. And so, she closed one file and opened the other and then the conversation with other patients continued. Oh wait, no, not "conversation", they wanted to call it "consultations to make sure that everyone onboard is healthy".

Life in Alcatraz has been amazing so far. With the anti-aggression field, none of the prisoners would ever lash out on them but their minds still stayed the same which proved to be a great thing for her. In the first week of their travel, she had already talked to most of the prisoners and burned through all their files.

Fifteen thousand. There were fifteen thousand inmates for a ship that could hold ten million. It was certainly odd but she didn't mind. It was way easier to connect with a few of them than a lot.

Consultation hours probably became one of the most favorite times for a lot of prisoners there. They could let out whatever they wanted to let out at that time and Lea wouldn't even say anything weird or odd or even show fear. They could say they want to kill everyone and she'd just stare at them and nod. Though, of course, she wasn't the only one handling the consultations - she'd switch with other medical staffs for shifts. It's hard to talk with everyone after all and she doesn't like staying cooped up in that room for any longer than three hours.

---

Lea, as the head of the team, was contacted by the captain to tell her about what had happened but he didn't need to. An intercom that made her hear everything from the command room was installed in her own office. She heard every single panicked detail and she understood the situation. Whatever was happening was not normal and they were going to crash. The emergency alarms blared to life with one of the members telling everyone to brace for impact.

It was hard to walk in a ship that was going down at increasingly faster speed. She then peeked outside and saw that most of the cell blocks were launched off the side of the ship like some sort of escape pod. What? That wasn't in the papers? She immediately headed back, still having trouble maneuvering herself as she grabbed hold of any necessities she needed, mostly medical stuff, and then stumbled inside an escape pod installed in her office. She then punched for it to launch and she was shot off at the side of the ship within the cylindrical object.

And now she was just praying that everyone got out. Within the escape pod was an emergency laser pistol so she strapped it around her waist. There was only deathly silence as she waited for the pod to make its landing.

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Mienieve~

~Four Weeks Before being shoved on Alcatraz~

Location: Earth
Penthouse of Mienieve Shalloyth, 2300 hours
On-site personnel: 20
Drones active: 10

---

It was raining. That was good. Rain always gave her some small sense of peace. Reminded her of her home back on Glonelia and of much less...complicated times. Honestly speaking? As much as she denied it she missed her family. Always had. She was exiled at fifteen and they pretty much left her to rot, but...she understood why they did it at least. Their shitty culture and fucking emotions. As much as the rest of her people valued such things, they never did her any favors. Couldn't blame them for it, really. Could she? Of course she could, but they were out of her life and she wanted nothing to do with them as much as she did miss them. With a sigh, she picked up a wineglass off the table next to her, chugging the contents before looking at the street, far, far below the window of her penthouse.

Blue and red lights danced below. The traditional colors of the earth police force, though she couldn't hear the sirens this far up. They were coming then. A call from one of her bribed officers told her that much. She glared down at the vehicles and the police surrounding the large skyscraper. For one person, they were certainly bringing out all the welcome mats and party favors. The question she had though, was why? She was so close. So very, very, close...but as usual, the universe loved fucking with her as much as she loved fucking people. She hated her life sometimes, really.

No rest for the wicked, as they say.

She turned away from the window, picking up a data pad that was siting next to the wineglass as she scrolled through some soon to be useless information. Memos, information about her financial assets, names of bribed cops...interstellar flight times and prices to some far off worlds. Etc, things like that. She tossed it into the indoor pool not far away, the device uselessly giving a loud whir of complaint as water soaked its circuits. Useless. Just noise in the background, really. Like everything else. Useless noise and shapes.

She picked up the helmet for the armor she was wearing, placing it over her head, assault rifle resting not far away.

They'd come soon enough, but she was ready.

She wasn't going to let these fools take what she had worked so hard to achieve so easily. Not without making them regret it.

Ten tense minutes later of waiting, the swat team breached the room. The glass on the windows broke, as they rappelled down from the roof. At least she knew where they were coming in from. Turning on her heel, she turned to face a group of them as they landed, opening fire with her rifle. The modified weapon's laser melted right through any armor they might have and one went down almost instantly with the others taking swift cover.

"Are all policemen this rude? Breaking such expensive items." She asked with a light chuckle. "Really, you could at least knock before giving me such a delicious looking party." Her voice was modified a bit under the helmet as intended. Just in case she had to speak while wearing it, though in such a thing like this situation it wouldn't help. Of course, they didn't talk back, but merely opened covering fire and made their way inside of the room.

The rest of the firefight went about as well as one might expect. Mien held her own, but she was just one person against an entire swat team. Try as she might, there was no way she was getting out of this. Barely five minutes later she was on the ground near the pool, sweating in the armor and fairly certain she had broken more than a few things. Her leg felt like someone had put a spike through it, but she could ignore it. A little pain was nothing.

With the last of her stamina and mana, she gathered as much water as she could from the pool, slammed a large watery sphere into one unlucky swat member, and started applying pressure. It'd be her one last, final act of defiance but she'd at least kill this last guy whoever they were. Not moments later she was tackled to the ground by several police officers, and it was over. Felt like...five of them? Normally having five guys on top of her would be her idea of a good time but...she was just tired, now. Unable to resist, she was cuffed tied up, and in a few other items that would also be a fun time out of context, forced out of the building. At least she got that pompous, smug chief of theirs.

The next few weeks were spent under high security in a hospital as her wounds were tended too, and in a high security jail. News of her capture was spread all over the news networks along with mugshots of her beautiful, silvery gooey self. The following trial was swift and absolute in its judgement. Multiple counts of murder, bribery, grand theft, illegal prostitution, human trafficking...she barely listened as the judge read off the list of crimes. Just more useless noise she didn't want to hear. She merely glanced down at the table where she was hand cuffed. Oh, and of course, the fancy high-tech collar that was pretty much a torture device someone could press a fancy button on to give her a nice little zap if she tried anything funny with any of her abilities. Double standards much, coppers?

She could perhaps at least look forward to some peace and quiet in some prison and potential escape, no? But instead she gets a one way trip to the most exotic, premier destination for all prisoners! The one, the only, glorious Alcatraz!

...fuck you, universe.

---

Location: Alcatraz
Cell-block #10
Reserved for the more serious criminals.

Okay, sorry universe. Alcatraz was actually pretty great.

Food, entertainment in the way of messing with the guards, place to sleep, and a nice little cell all to herself. Ooh, not to mention that funny little 'doctor' by the name of Lea. She was a funny one. Also cute. She wanted to do so many delicious things to her and her lab coat of hers. If this was back on earth, she probably wouldn't be able to keep her hands off of her. Tsk, this silly anti-aggression field. She just wanted to give her her love! Love was not aggression!

The thought made her giggle a bit to herself.

In truth, she honestly didn't mind it as much as she thought. The staff were pretty amicable. She was even on some fairly good terms with a few of the guards through uh, certain 'methods' that involve a number of things that'd probably get them in so much trouble back on earth. But here? Well, it got a little lonely sometimes, and a beautiful young thing like herself had a number of ways to help relieve certain interested parties of that. It was fun, and a win-win for everyone.

Unfortunately, not all guards seemed to be all that interested in her or her charms. Tsk, spoilsports. Wasn't like she could exactly...escape or something. In fact, she had no desire to cause any trouble at all. Escape or otherwise. Didn't convince all of the guards though. Like the one currently outside of her cell.

"Aww, come on. Just a quickie. It'll be fun!"

"No." He replied rather bluntly. He was tall, about six foot, wearing the typical uniform with dark blue eyes and shaggy brown hair. A firearm was strapped to his side. He wasn't much on the muscular side, but he definitely had a bit of a lithe, athletic build. Probably a runner and pretty limber from the looks of it.

"Your cold rejection wounds me, sir." She said in a fake-hurt voice, leaning against the wall of her cell and pressing her face against the wall between him and her. "No one'll know! Even if they do the what's the worst that could happen?"

"You know, when people usually say that the worst thing usually does happen." He shrugged with a scoff.

"Pfft. What, is the warden going to toss you out an airlock for fraternizing with a prisoner?"

"Heh, maybe." He replied with a small laugh, before looking at her with a somewhat judgemental stare.

"Woow, I feel like I'm back in front of the class trying to remember the lines to a small play. You're seriously not too friendly, are ya?" She asked.

"I like living. After what happened last time, I think having a 'quicke' wouldn't end well."

"Ouch. Well, I can assure you I am not going to eat you or anything. Well, maybe just a little nibble." She gave him a playful smirk, but before he could reply there was the lurching of a ship, something playing on the intercom and the distinct feeling of the ship accelerating at an alarming rate. Mien frowned as alarms started to blare. Something happened, then? Felt like they were heading right for some sort of planet as they accelerated. There was a lurch as the cellblock was jettisoned off of the ship. Her eyes widened a bit in surprise. "...Huh, fancy that. Looks like you were right. That is...bad. For you. Pretty sure there bucko."

The guard in question had already turned around. The cellblock had already pretty much been launched from the ship and if she knew her prisoners, the riots would start pretty soon.

"Look, uh, you probably don't trust me or anything, but once that Anti-Aggression field wears off them prisoners are gonna get more than a little rowdy. I like a party as much as the next guy, but you'll probably be in over your head." She said with something that almost sounded like genuine concern. "So how about that quickie now, eh? I don't have extreme violent tendencies like the rest of them, so you'll at least get to live a few seconds longer, heh~"

"That...doesn't sound reassuring at all, but alright. Fine, Sapishte." He said after a few seconds of deliberation, seeming to think taking his chances with her would probably at least increase his life expectancy than staying out here once the field wore off and the cells opened.

"Good boy!~" She said with a bright grin, earning nothing but a cool glare from him. "Okay, okay, you should probably juuuust duck in here before shit hits the fan and the cells open and stuff and we'll have our own private little get together."

The cellblock rocketed towards the planet below. Mien of course, braced herself the best she could while the guard did the same outside of her cell. The shouts of a few other guards down the hallway likely indicated they also knew very well what was going to happen once the field wore off. They probably didn't stand much of a chance against the prisoners considering the sheer number of them, but they'd fight regardless. Mien wasn't sure how long the impact would take, but she was ready. She might as well get out of this little shitty party boat for now. She had no plans to escape, but she didn't want to stick around and get killed by some violent prisoner or be in cuffs again. Well, unless they were being used in the fun way.

[Heckno12]

Felix Dromas

Location: Alcatraz
Cell-block #9

Three Hours before planetfall

This was far from ideal. No, it was bad. Or well, it was kind of annoying. Felix had accidentally shut off the lights in the cell block in his attempt to fix some faulty wiring. While he had probably prevented an electrical fire, he now had to navigate the maintenance hall in complete blackness to retrieve a replacement fuse for the one that had been blown.

Of course the prisoners throughout the rest of the block were shouting in protest at the sudden loss of light. In some situations there would have been some illumination through the windows, but the starboard side was completely shadowed by a planet. Of course this disturbance would result in a tongue lashing later, but it wasn't like they could afford to kick him off the ship.

On his way to the maintenance closet Felix could have sworn he saw the Warden, but once he tried to approach the man he slipped back into the darkness. Felix simply shrugged this off as normal as the guy had proven to be...enigmatic at best. For someone that was supposed to be in charge of supervising the prisoners, the warden was rarely seen even by the ship's staff.

Fifteen minutes before planetfall

With the lights fixed Felix was able to check the rest of the cell block's systems without any other delays. Thankfully, this was probably one of the worst issues the ship had really experienced since departure. The captain would probably accuse him of doing this to entertain himself, but he wasn't really a glutton for extra work. Then again, two hours worth of work was more than he had done in the past two weeks combined.

Thanks to the non-aggression field, patrol was just strolling around the ship. Because of the engines being deactivated, the rest of the ship had plenty of power. A combat engineer was wasted on this ship, but that was something Felix had known before being assigned. He was as much a prisoner as any of the murderers in their cells. His captivity just came with extra work.

While Felix was thinking about his situation, the intercom blasted to life with some strange shrieking sound. It was like someone had recorded the sound of nails on a chalkboard and combined it with knives scraping on plates. It was then that everything started to go awry.

Planetfall

After just one glance out the window, Felix knew the ship was going down. He sprinted at full speed in an attempt to reach the bridge. Unfortunately with a mechanical click, Cellblock Nine was ejected from the ship with Felix still inside. Securing himself within an empty cell, he prepped for impact as best he could.

"This is what I get for wishing for some excitement..." Felix said to himself.

Impact

In moments the cell block smashed into the ground. The sounds of crushing metal and explosions rang out in every direction around Felix. Whatever method the vessel was supposed to use to land had likely failed and sent the entire cell block into a tumble.

When it had all settled down, Felix opened his eyes to take in the sights. What was left of the cell block was mostly wreckage with a few bodies strewn about, and most of said bodies had seen better days. He could hear a few survivors trying to get their bearings in the scrap that up until moments ago they had been living in.

Felix had a sudden realization...the anti-aggression field was tied to the ship's main power source and the ship...wasn't there. The situation had somehow become even worse. Springing into action, he used the remaining power in the cell block to seal the cells as he made his escape. Obviously it didn't make much difference as the block had breaches all over, but it would stall a few. Once Felix was outside he took a quick look around the area. Jungle as far as the eye could see, at first glance it appeared to be some kind of paradise...but only at first glance.

[Zahir]

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[2 weeks before boarding the Alcatraz : Death of a Monster]

His shadow moved across the wall in the beautiful moonlight. It was dancing with the wall as he stepped back he looked at the blood everywhere. On the blankets, headboard of the bed, the night stand, a little on the wall, and it was dripping on the floor from the male corpse's fingers onto the wooden floor. Drip...drip...drip the noise kept breaking the silence as he felt no remorse for what he just committed. Sins now grew and he walked over to his mothers side of the bed as he titled his head and looked at her porcelain features sound asleep. Pale skin untouched for the night with white hair shinning in the moonlight till Kay'Gan blocked it. Her eyes then fluttered open.
"Kay'Gan?" a half out of it gentle voice questioned. "Mother..." Kay'Gan spoke with a gentle voice as his knuckles gently glided against his mother's cheek. As his mother got up she hugged him then felt her cheek get slightly wet. "What is - " She paused as her eyes caught the blood on her sons clothing. "You're covered in blood?!" His mother seemed worried as she gripped onto the shirt he was wearing. "Mother..." He tried to get her to focus as he then cupped her cheeks in his palms to make her look at him. "I am sorry..." Kay'Gan bit his lip as he looked at her and looked down at the ground he couldn't look into her eyes. "I...he's...I...I didn't want him hurting you...anymore...or..." He paused and tears started swelling up in his eyes. "I just...He needed." his mother put a finger over his mouth. "You..." She looked over to the horrid scene in the bedroom. She hid her face into Kay'Gan's chest and started crying. “How could you!? I was changing him! He was getting better Kay’Gan!” She screamed. Kay’Gan looked horrified at his mother’s reaction. He then pulled away from her."You couldn't ever fix that MONSTER!" He yelled at her. In that time she lunged at the nightstand grabbing her mobile device and pressed the emergency call. “Please. Help me. My son killed my husband.” She shrieked into the phone and told them the address. “Mom...” Kay’Gan was betrayed as he then started going for the door he was grabbed by his mother and she got him as he tried pulling her off without hurting her. She grabbed onto his wrists and held on tightly. “Mother stop! Let me go!” Kay’Gan raised his voice as he pulled more forcefully. He then slammed into the hallway wall as he then jerked and got his mother off from him and pushed past her running down the stairs. As he opened the door two police cars and at least six officers stood there with guns up.

Kay’Gan knew he couldn’t escape and his mother talked to him. He then allowed his arrest to happen she told him he would get help. He would be mentally better after they helped him. Kay’Gan went with the police.
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[2 weeks later : Life Sentence & Boarding the Alcatraz]

In the supreme courts Kay'Gan stood there on his knees as he looked up at the main judge. He smiled as he looked at the straitjacket around his physique and shrugged his shoulders. He had no emotion except the emotionless smile he gave the judge. "Do you not have a lawyer?" The judge directed Kay'Gan.
Shrugging his shoulders and rolling his head on his shoulders letting his long white hair become messy. "I don't think I'll need to waste the money for one." Kay'Gan chuckled. "It's pretty obvious I killed him." He truly smiled at this. "I did kill that male...that man that impregnated my beloved mother with me. I hate him. He deserved it." Kay'Gan spat out and twisted his body up a little as he was lying on the floor smiling. "I don't like being restrained...can I at least be put in cuffs...pretty...pretty please." He growled and rubbed his back against the floor. "Get up!" A guard shouted and kicked Kay'Gan. As Kay'Gan glared back and smirked. "Well, we can tell who will die first if I get out of this." he huffed and made a few growling noises at the male as he got back up on his knees then stood there. "I don't like being so mistreated...especially by formal officers." He turned on his heel and looked at the male. Walking up to the male Kay'Gan was face to face with the guard. Almost nose to nose. Whipping his leg around the guard and him were on the ground in seconds. The guards neck in between Kay'Gan's thighs as he started crushing his throat. The guard clawed and gasped at the legs of Kay'Gan's. Other guards came in and grabbed Kay'Gan off from the officer. Smirking and winking at the guard he chuckled. "By Cutie." He hissed. As the guard got helped up by others and carried away. Letting his head flop back Kay'Gan looked at the judge and smiled. "You deserve a life sentence, mental rehab and therapy as well as no social contact..." The Judge commented.
That's what Kay'Gan exactly got. A life sentence on the Alcatraz.
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Cell Block 13

Feeling the first wave hit the ship he cocked his head up where he was sitting. His body in between two walls in a small space. Moments later another wave hit and he fell out of the window sill that he was allowed and sometimes not allowed to sit in. "What the hell?!" He was on the floor lying there now as he looked up at the window then looked back at the guards...which there was barely any guards there. He started breathing slightly heavily as he then looked at the other prisoners which were in the cell block with him. Kay'Gan glared at all of them. He growled and bared his teeth as he stood up and jumped back up onto the window and went into the small little place he usually stayed.

His cell block (Cell Block 13 or CB1) was full at least two people shared a bed...maybe three. Stinky and barely any room on the floor unless it was midday for the cell blocks and people were actually moving around. The cell block was so packed in with criminals it wasn't even funny.

Kay'Gan then felt the cell block do something. It was weird it never moved like this before then he was in mid air his body floating through the air in slow motion it felt like as he looked around. At his cell mates rolling around in the air then he slammed into many of the bodies belonging to cell block 13. He felt the impact of other bodies ramming into his. He covered his head the best he could as this was happening.

The cell block then hit the ground and rolled and tumbled then hit something big and hard. As it stopped after a few minutes of crazy motion and flips of bouncing landings. It stopped. Everything was quiet except for a few painful moans here and there. As he laid there under and over corpses he looked around. Kay'Gan couldn't tell if he was bleeding or the guys he was in between had their blood all over him. As he pulled his way through the bodies he got out of the ruined cell block and the blood that was now on his body started running off his skin as he stood on his hands and knees in an unknown place.

Looking around he only could see jungle...just jungle for miles and miles. Nothing else. As he heard a few people getting up he got up quickly and flopped over whining out as he grabbed his arm. Broken? My arm is broken? Kay'Gan thought as he held onto it. Something...everything was hurting on his body as his head was still spinning and he couldn't see just right. He pushed himself into the bushes to hide from the other prison mates that were still alive. He knew he pissed off a lot of people in that cell and them being free and all betrayed or hurt by him. Some even put into this prison because of him. Kay'Gan needed to get away from that cell block and he stood up slowly leaning against the tree. As he looked back he could see a few individuals leaving the cell block. He then started walking into the jungle.

Stumbling and falling as he walked he held onto his arm as it was striking pain. He just looked at his arm. It didn't look broken at the moment. Though the pain told him it was hurting and badly. He breathed and sucked in air through his teeth as he kept walking slightly. Kay'Gan stumbled some more before falling to the ground and lying there. His chest rising and falling heavily and quickly. The male didn't really want to move at the moment though he was in territory he didn't know and cell block inmates were probably searching the area for him now.

"Maybe it's just out of place..." He huffed and looked at it as he moved his arm around and it wasn't broken now. He could tell. Kay'Gan's left arm was out of place his dominate arm. It wasn't fully out of place but it was getting there. Flopping his head over he just didn't want to move anymore. "Why couldn't the damn impact kill me..." He sighed rubbing his left shoulder trying to get it to feel a little better.
As Kay'Gan looked up in the air he could still see the Alcatraz in drift up in the sky falling somewhere probably in outter space. He shut his eyes and sighed more. "I'm going to die...in such an unpeaseful way." he mumbled to himself.

[LissaLu]

Shaali Tunn

My Hider

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One week before the Alcatraz

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Shaali sat in the backseat of a police car in silence, watching the rain fall and pearl up into little beads on the windows. The seats were surprisingly soft and cushiony considering they were made do accommodate criminals...even so, she couldn't say that she was exactly comfortable in her position due to how hot her handcuffs were. While Shaali was initially placed in standard metal cuffs, it didn't take long for the guards to figure out that she could easily take the cuffs apart once she determined what materials they were wade of, so they swapped her over to plasma handcuffs instead. She could only assume they weren't made entirely out of plasma since she had witnessed how one shot of a police officer's plasma rifle could melt someone's face off and her skin wasn't exactly melting off her wrists; instead the restraints seemed to be composed of a tacky gel-like substance that was a little stretchy, but strong enough that she couldn't break free, it was also uncomfortably hot, and she feared that she would find her wrists burned once they released her...whenever that was.

The fact that Shaali hadn't seen her family in days was starting to wear on her, since they were normally always together. Still, what she did had to be done and she couldn't do anything about it now, even if it meant being removed from her home she would not regret her actions. She let out a deep sigh in contempt and earned a gruff "shut up" from the the driver that was escorting her to wherever people go when they're arrested...jail or whatever the earthlings called it. Shaali really had no idea what "jail" was because she had never met anyone considered to be a criminal before, but she had just publicly executed a man, so she assumed it couldn't be a good place. The hover car she was in then began to slow to a stop infront of a tall building, snapping Shaali out of her thoughts.

"Alright, get out." the police officer said as he bent over to unbuckle his seat belt.

"But I can't use my hands to open the door...am I supposed to use my feet?" she inquired.

The middle aged man then let out an irritated groan as he opened his door, scooted out, and then opened her door to allow her to step outside. "Now don't pretend like you didn't know what I meant you little shit." He spat as pulled her out of the car and kept a hold on her so she wouldn't tun away.

Truthfully, Shaali didn't know what he meant since he had instructed her to get out on her own, but she felt that retorting against the man would only be a waste of effort. "What is this building you're leading me into?" she asked, "why are we here?"

"This is a courthouse, today we're holding a trial to see where a savage like you is going to end up."

As Shaali was led inside, she was bombarded by a sea of new sights to behold. There were all sorts of flashing lights that came from little boxed that people were holding as they asked her various questions and all sorts of machines and races that she had never seen before. Once she was shoved past the crowd of people who wanted to know her life story for some reason, Shaali noticed that there were in fact other tulaks here, though they did look quite different than those from back home. For starters, the majority of them had lighter skin and darker hair than her; they also wore synthetic clothing and skin-tight bodysuits just like the humans on her earth. The thing that stood out to her the most, however, is how they looked at her as she was some sort of wild beast rather than another member of their species. Eventually, Shaali was face to face with a large wooden door, and she had a feeling that her fate had already been decided, even before she entered the door.

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On the Alcatraz

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So, this whole prison thing wasn't as bad as she thought it would be, but she still didn't like it. She had imagined all sorts of situations she would be put in as punishment, but living in a box was not one of them. It was an odd space, the floor was made out of all sorts of minerals she didn't recognize, and the door looked like it was glass, but it was virtually unbreakable and rippled when she touched it. She was also given a bed, regular meals, was allowed to keep everything on her person, and there was even a medical staff that did regular check ups. Shaali supposed that this whole place was just some sort of lodge for criminals, seeing as there were other people, also in boxes, that were all around her. She noticed that the majority of the other prisoners were humans, which did not help her impression of that race. The only other "alien" (as they call it) that was in Shaali's line of vision was a woman that appeared to made out of some sort of ooze; she was the one who looked the most dangerous, since she kept looking with hungry eyes at the good doctor who would occasionally come by, and the men that would enter and leave her cabin would occasionally have dark bite marks on their neck...she wondered if the woman was some sort of man-eater or something.

Things were seeming a little too peaceful on the ship until a horrid buzzing sound and flashing red lights rang throughout the hall and staff members started to panic. Honestly, Shaali wasn't sure what to expect until her cell was violently shot away from the rest of the ship and towards the planet they were above. She expected to burn up in the atmosphere due to how fast she was going, but her little box seemed to be holding up pretty well. Eventually, she was going so fast that her feet lifted off the ground, and she began to panic before an airbag like device inflated enough to keep her from breaking every bone in her body once she hit the ground below...which was getting a little close for comfort.

On instinct, Shaali willed her mana into the ground and forced up a pillar of soft topsoil, sand, and mud to catch her and soften the blow so she wouldn't break her neck upon impact. There was a loud smack as her cell hit the soft pillar, but it did it's job of slowing the pod down before making contact with the ground. The airbags deflated allowing Shaali to move around again, and she released her hold on the pillar, having no reason to keep it up anymore. She was feeling tired and sore, but still had enough strength to kick the door off it's hinges in order to get a look around. There was mud everywhere because of her, but besides that, she appeared to be in some sort of jungle environment...stranded.

"Oh..." Shaali muttered, "so this is the punishment."

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Mienieve~

The prison rocketed towards the planet, silence seemingly engulfed the entire block. The Sapishte simply smile slightly to herself. It was uncertain where they would land, and it'd quite likely be somewhere far off and not exactly friendly...but it wouldn't exactly matter, would it? As fun as the Alcatraz was she was tired of the extended vacation. If they were on some far off planet, she could potentially rally the other prisoners and do something with the opportunity they were given.

But of course, she'd need to be careful and see what exactly she was working with here.

Moments later, the cellblock slammed into the earth of the planet, having completely lost its upright position upon entrance to the atmosphere. Mien was tossed off her feet, slamming into the back wall with a painful sounding thud before falling forward on the now-uneven ground. At least whatever they hit was strong enough to stop them from rolling anywhere. The hard stop wasn't all that fun regardless though. A second later there was the sound of the cellblocks opening followed by the footsteps of her guard friend quickly making his way inside.

"You alright there?"

"OOf, I've had worse working for some high-class clients before." She replied. She was mostly fine, at least. As soon as the interference fields keeping her modifications were shut off the nanomachines made quick work of making sure everything was up to snuff and in peak condition. "Help a cute little slime up though?" The guard looked down at her for a few seconds, trying to decide whether or not if he should entirely trust her. That was probably a good idea, really. Unfortunately he made the call of actually trusting her. He reached down, intending on helping her up with a hand.

As soon as her hand met his, she reacted in a manner almost inhumanly quick. Her leg slammed into his with surprising force, sending the human toppling to the side while she still had a strong grip on his hand. She pulled him down, placing her free hand on his shoulder and turning, slamming him against the bottom of the cell and she had positioned herself on top of him. The look on his face said he totally was expecting that and wasn't the least bit surprised.

"Oho, you don't look too shocked." Mien commented, reaching to his side and pulling out the standard issue laser pistol from its holster.

"About par for the course, really." He said with a bemused tone.

"Really?" She giggled...as she started to wiggle her way out of the clothes she had been made to wear as a prisoner and noticing the fact he seemed completely content with his position. "You don't seem like your struggling much."

"I've been in worse positions than having a probably psychotic woman stripping on top of me." Mien laughed, by now having completely removed the top part of the rather ugly suit.

"Oho, a sense of humor under duress. If this was different circumstances, I could have a lot of fun with you." She chuckled. "Unfortunately for you, I have no intentions of sticking around here and getting shoved back into a cell or some psycho shanking me. Now, out of those clothes." She commanded, pressing the gun against his side.

"What?"

"If it helps, pretend we're roleplaying. I'm the sexy Femme fatale of some cheesy detective film from earths past that's currently holding a gun to your head and telling you if you don't strip I'll kill you." She blinked once, a small smirk forming on her lips as she managed to get the last of the suit off. "Well, I suppose that's not roleplaying though, is it?" She chuckled, smile fading. "Now off with the clothes. I want your uniform."

"Alright alright." He said with a sigh as he started working his way out of the guards uniform, just as the sound of combat started coming from outside the cell. Sounds like things were getting started. A few prisoners ran past not even sparing them a glance, likely already making a break for it. Also slaughtering what was left of the guards that were unlucky enough to get caught in the cell block. "You know, this would be a lot easier if I didn't have something heavy on top of me." This only earned a laugh from Mien.

"Heavy? Heh, I like to think of them as 'assets people like touching'" She puffed out her chest a bit as he finally managed to remove all of his uniform, leaving him only in his underwear. "Annnd judging from that thing that's poking me I'd say you are totally into it. You're a total sub, aren't you?" She chuckled, quite amused.

"Just get off."

"I could get both of us off if you prefer before I leave." She licked her lips with a playful giggle at the comment. For a few seconds the guard seemed to want to accept that offer before she leaned forwards, pressing her chest against his, one of her hands resting on his face as another grabbed his wrist. "It's a tempting suggestion at least," She continued. "But I should get going before something happens." There was the distinct sound of handcuffs clicking together as a handcuff was forced around his wrist and the other end tied to the bed. She pressed her lips against his very briefly.

"Last guy that was in here left them, heh. You just stay put while I get dressed, darling."

She picked up the guards clothes, quickly dressing herself. A bit tight in the chest area, but otherwise it'd be fine for now, until she could get her armor back. The sounds of shouts from outside weren't letting up either, and judging from both the gunfire and commands she could be heard by the guards they were giving up a pretty good fight. Within a minute she had put on the uniform, and had herself a basic weapon for defense. If she could get her hands on a knife or blade of some sort she'd feel a lot more comfortable, but it'd do for now.

"Oh, I should mention he didn't leave the key." She commented as the silvery goo covering her suddenly began shifting, turning into a fleshy fleshy color and her body slimmed. Silver eyes turned a shade of coppery and thin strands of pure white hair adorned her head, styled into a short ponytail. "Good luck getting out, love. Thanks for the clothes, I'll be sure to tell one of your guard friends where you are...if any of them are still alive, at least." With a chuckled, Mien left the room with a confident smirk.

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~Eve~

Eve strode confidently down the cellblock, quite pleased with this development. The place was absolute chaos. Prisoners running amock, killing each other as well as the guards. A few of the less violent ones, or at least smarter ones were fleeing the scene as quickly as possible. For the most part the prisoners were already keen on attacking whoever they were already attacking. They didn't seem to pay her too much attention, any who did she easily subdued. Aside from her peak physical condition the Neural Link alerted her to any close by people that tried to get the jump on her.

Eventually, she made it to a part of the block that had been ripped open from the impact, taking an entire row of cells with it. Ouch. At least she hadn't been in there. With a quite whistle, Eve looked over the planet where they had landed. Humid. Jungle, and warm.

...reminded her of home.

She frowned, shooting an inmate that had simply been standing nervously near her with the pistol. Touching the area next to her right ear, a holographic display was brought up. A few swipes, button presses, and prompts later she was viewing what was left of the power grid of the cellblock. Not much in the way of power left, or suppression systems. She'd have turned all of them on and killed everyone just for giggles, but nothing lethal was present.

Tsk~

How could a prison ship not have lethal forms of defense? Such careless oversight, but she'd make do.

"Lets give them all a bit of fun, hm? Turn everything on and set everything to fire at anything that moves." She said with a morbid chuckle. Using the cellblock as a base of sorts wasn't a bad idea. With a little extra work it could be a fairly defensible location, especially with a bit of modification to some systems...It was a lost cause for now, though. She needed to clear anyone left out. With as much blood and violence happening, though she was fairly certain that any wildlife on the planet would smell it a mile away. It'd likely attract any sort of predators that happened to live here.

And she did not want to be eaten by an alien. At least, not in that way. Non-violent forms of eating were always perfectly acceptable, heh~

With a satisfied smirk she hopped off the ledge of the ship and onto the soft ground below and headed into the jungle. The mountain the cellblock had slammed into looming in the background behind her. Her first goal, was to get to the Alcatraz and retrieve what was hers. Her armor, rifle, and blade that they had confiscated and decided to use a glorified trophy.

It should be easy enough, right?

[dabombjk]

Keeran

My Appearance

The exact moment power began to fail and the cellblock he was in departed from the planned course, spiraling towards the nearest on fire from the planets gravitational pull and the terminal velocity that was hit in the cells entry, Keeran would not be able to guess. It was not as if he was able to keep track of time very well, but Keeran had liked to think that while he was aboard the ship he had a handle on the day to day stuff up to and or including keeping track of the time. He was sitting in his cell, indian style and eyes closed, concentrating on his breathing and his flow of chi. Keeran did believe that humans had a spirituality that affected their every day actions, and since right then because of the anti aggression field he was almost incapable of hurting anyone if he could learn to feel like this on demand then he could in theory control his darker urges when provoked. Keeran laughed on the inside, thinking to himself on how nice this peaceful atmosphere was. Then shit hit not only the fan, but the entire goddamn windmill and splattered across the entire side of the building when something began failing and causing technical issues aboard the ship. Keeran sighed but did not open his eyes, simply he readied himself against the inevitable carnage that would soon follow. Sirens began blaring, voices began to be raised, and not so much chaos as it was a slow understanding of impending doom began to fill the atmosphere as the situation began turning worse and worse. Keeran smelled the air, a hint of death in the air, and Keeran began grinning ear to ear. "Gentlemen", Keeran said to his two personal guards outside his cell, "It would probably be a good idea to come inside this cell. It seems like things are not going very well, and it would be a shame if you two died from something that you didn't see coming."

The guards, guard number one replying. "Yea yea, sure you want us too huh? If we go inside it will be to give you what you deserve you f***ing murderer."

Keeran sighed. He truly did not want these two men to die from something they did not see coming, but if they wanted to be fools so be it. Keeran braced himself as the ship shuddered from the planets gravity and the entry, and help on to anything close to him as the planet made impact on solid ground. When Keeran did open his eyes, he was on the ground on the opposite side of the cell from what he was originally sitting. Keeran slowly tested every muscle that he could move, determining where there was damage. His hands and fingers were fine, as they could be moved freely. His legs and feet worked fine, as he used his hands to support himself has he standed and took a few steps forward. Keeran peered around his cell and he saw that the wall opposite of the cells entry had a hole in it. Keeran smiled, ready to leave this damned ship, when suddenly a handgun cocked from behind him. Keeran froze and slightly put his hands in the air. "PLease tell me its best friend one or two. Oh boy I can't wait to see who it is." Keeran turned around and gasped mockingly. "Best friend number one! Oh boy you lived. But you look much worse off than is preferred. You know what? Come inside and I will tune you up, I will even give you a name. How about Wesley?"

The guard unlocked the cell door and took a few steps forward, just within arms length of Keeran. "For your information, Weirdly, my name is Wesley. I don't know how you survived that crash but we have two choices here. I dont want to kill you, so I could just let you go. On the other hand your a dangerous psycopath, capable of God knows what......Sorry man I hate killing and we did bond a little. The few smacks I would give you, stealing your food. Good times."

Keeran smiled, a very forced smiled, and he realized something. Keeran bowed his head. "Aw Wesley.....why you gotta be so cruel?" Keeran swiftly reached up, smacking away the gun out of the prison guards hands then landing a solid kick to the chest on Wesley. Wesley fell on his back slightly dazed, but had enough sense to see where his gun landed. He began reaching for it, and in turn Keeran scooped the gun off the ground. Keeran clicked his tongue and knelt next to the guard, with the gun aimed at the guards temple. "Wesley I'm smarter than you, faster than you, and just......just better. Did you really think you could stop me?"

The guard, obviously scared, swallowed his fear and spoke. "So....your gonna kill me now? Huh? Killer!"

Keeran smiled, and placed his left hand over Wesley's forehead. Nothing happened at first, then Wesley began writhing in pain. He began kicking and clawing at the ground, unable to reach up for lack of strength but he was able to scream. After a very small amount of time Wesley went limp, dead/ When Keeran lifted his hand, you could see that Wesleys forehead had a massive lump, which was cracked, miscolored, and bleeding. "That was a little special something something I invented. A little..brain tumor, a little torn brain tissue, and I made the ...well everything attack itself which is quite fascinating and tricky to pull off. " Keeram stood up and brushed himself off, then examined the ammo clip inside the weapon he had. As Keeran looted the guard he spoke. "I told you Wesley, I did not want you dying from something you did not see coming. Sure saw that coming hahahaha." Keeran finished looting Wesley, took one last look inside his cell, then walked out through the hole.

Breathed in the fresh air, and looked around. He could see smoke in the distance, seeing how that not the entire ship fell to the planet in the same place. That made things a little harder, seeing as how all his equipment was inside the Alcatraz. Well...important things, not so much equipment. Keeran began walking forward, seeing how a few others were doing the same as him. Keeran sighed again, hoping he would not have to fight anyone this quickly again. New planet, and already one kill under his belt. He realized that the ship was full of people like him, and Keeran felt his blood pump a little faster. A whole ship worth of inmates, now stranded on a random ass planet? What could be more fun. Keeran walked towards the closest smoke that was rising from what he could only assume was another part of the Alcatraz, which was still far from where he was, and entered the forest that he crashed next to.

Keeran noticed a few others doing the same and considered taking them out. He smirked when he thought this because he just literally thought how he did not want to kill anyone yet, now he was thinking of killing everyone. He grudgingly admitted he missed the Anti Agression thing, it was like a super chill high. Keeran admired the forestry and the seemingly hospitable wildlife he was able to glimpse. Most of the wild life to seemed to be scared off from the crashing, but the few things that were not scared off seemed to be so colorful and exotic. Keerna felt the breeze in the air, the softness of the grass and leaves, even the one or two vines that were entangled around a few trees. "Seems more like a Jungle than a for-"

Keeran was cut short when suddenly he was flown off his feet when something suddenly snapped out of the shadows and hit him with enough force to send him flying. Keeran hit a tree and fell to the ground, blood dripping down his head and off the bridge of his nose. Keeran shook himself and shot up, his eyes suddenly taking on a different glare than usual. The smell of blood, the sense of impending doom, the inevitable fight, the danger.......Keeran missed this already. But when he saw his opponent he gave a small cry. He was 10 feet away from one of the most strangest looking creatures he had ever seen. A slightly humanoid creature, except with spikes covering its body and a long tale, faced him. It did not seem like it had eyes, but it sniffed around and showed its razor sharp teeth. The teeth that were seeable that is, since most teeth in the creatures mouth were chewing what looked like another nameless prisoner from the Alcatraz. Keeran realized that while it did not look like its sight was amazing, its smell would have made up for it. Keeran could feel the blood on his hand from when he killed that wuss Wesley, and he cringed. "This is what happens when you kill Wesley. It comes back to bite you in the ass." Keeran gripped the pistol in his hand, uncertain if it contained plasma bullets or caliber bullets. He mentally face palmed himself, since he had extra clips in his pockets. Why did he not litteraly look down when he was grabbing them and see. If they were caliber then he hoped they were freaking 50 caliber, if they were plasma well he had more wiggle room.

Keeran stretched his fingers and the monster growled softly at him. Keeran noticed a few prisoners watching the fight, and he smiled. "Game on mother fu-!"

At the sound of Keerans voice the monster, which mentally he dubbed Matt, raced forward. Matt was fast, there was no denying that, and his hits do hurt but Keeran did not waiver. He stood his ground, waiting for Matt to get closer, and when he was in arms reach Keeran ducked underneath the outstretched hand belonging to Matt, dived forward slightly so that he was behind him, and with the last bit of strength he had from having to move so fast and be so agile Keeran landing a solid kick on Matt sending Matt forward and him backwards. What he did not count on was Matts tail, which sprung out and wacked Keeran on the chest. Keeran was sent back further, again hitting the base of a tree and landing with a thud. Matt looked back, sensing Keeran bleed and not moving, and moved it fast wnating its meal now. Suddenly Keeran sat up straight, arched his arms, quick aimed the pistol, and unloaded the entire clip into Matts face, well most of it two bullets cliped it and one hit his chest. Matt landed on the ground and slid, stopping on top of Keeran. For a moment, not a single sound was heard, then Keeran pushed Matt off of him and stood up. He touched for a few moments every part of him that was cut, mending all wounds, then reloaded the gun. He smiled and nodded his head. "[color=0076a] Sorry Matt, you were entertaining but not enough for a challenge.[/color]" Keeran mentally cried out, thinking how lucky he got. These things were faster and stronger and better equipped than him, he simply got lucky. The beast let its gaurd down and could not see the bullets aimed for it face. If he did not have a weapon he would have been....well a lot worse off. He might have had to even use his Attunement.

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As his vision started to clear up more he was able to look around and see ever little detail he needed to round him. The jungle growled and roared....shrieks and screams coming from every which way. Kay'Gan titled his head looking one direction then in the other direction he looked to see if anything was moving around him. Which at the moment there wasn't anything he could notice.

Kay'Gan held onto his left arm as it kept a consistent pain he slowly sat up as his face scrunched up to this. He has never actually had his arm come out of the socket before so this was a new feeling that he just wanted to fade away. As he got up not quickly at all he stumbled a bit on his feet. Still being a little dizzy from getting thrown around in Cell Block 13 like a bowling ball. Kay'Gan then heard male and female voices which were familiar to him. The cell mates he could recognise their voices. "Ah....shit..." he hissed as he then backed up a few paces seeing them in the wood lining drawing near to the area he was in.
The male turned on his heel quickly and started running into the forest being light on his feet. He didn't want to make of much noise though he made a little since he wasn't trying to be the quietest thing in the forest he just wanted to get away from the cell mates who were most likely searching for his body.

Tripping and plunging hard. Kay'Gan slid across the muck and turf as he was rushing rapidly and didn't realise the root which was positioning out of the earth. "Ah!" He felt his arm strike pain and it felt like it pulled out of the socket just a little bit more. He weakly got up onto his knees then dropped back over. "Uh..." He cried trying to focus on something else. The air round him started to spark up with little flashes of light.

"Hey somethings over here!" Kay'Gan caught a shout as he rotated over onto his back and forced himself up against a tree. His eyes narrowed as he listened to the footsteps trampling the land growing nearby. "I see him!" another yelled. "...and I see you..." Kay'Gan whispered and shut his eyes trying to calm himself down. As he heard the footsteps stop his eyes opened and he saw the men and women standing there. It was about five individuals which were searching to spill Kay'Gan's blood. He cracked his neck and grinned widely. "Salutations. How are you guys and gals today?" Kay'Gan curiously asked as he tried to act innocent. "Don't try and play that game with us Kay'Gan we know your a split brat!" one of the fellows howled. "Come on let's get him already!" one of the women shouted. Kay'Gan's powers began to go off once more as his heart raced and he knew he was in trouble. He lifted his right hand up to his mouth as sparks were growing right over the palm. "Fire just needs a little air to grow don't you know?" Kay'Gan smirked and blew at the sparks. As flames went everywhere catching blaze to the ligneous plant and setting blaze to the humans who were advancing after him.
Kay'Gan then got up and ran the opposite direction of what he was facing. He ran as fast as he could while holding his arm. While running he would look back for a second or too. He heard the screaming with the individuals that got caught on fire. He just ignored it. "Sorry. You left me no choice." Kay'Gan says calmly yet emotionlessly as he keeps running.
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[Strange People in Strange Places : Meeting a psychotic mind]

Attending to a lot of disturbance and ceasing in his tracks. Kay'Gan couldn't completely see what was going on nevertheless he refrained and attempted to get the satisfactory view he could. He saw a male and something that wasn't so familiar. It was a reasonable sized beast of some class. Kay'Gan didn't recognise this individual, but he had a good hint that he was from the Alcatraz. "Mhm...I wonder who he is...I never really saw him before." he quietly said tilting his head. Grabbing onto his left arm tightly he wanted somebody to help him though on second thought he could try and pop his arm back into place by himself. Which wouldn't work out that well at the moment.
Kay'Gan then slowly walked up to the wood lining right where he could see the male stranger though Kay'Gan was probably not in view of the individual just yet. He leaned up against the tree and watched as the male who was holding a type of gun he couldn't make out at the moment. It was some type of pistol, though. Kay'Gan growled like a wild animal slightly as he bared his teeth then closed his mouth as he started to walk off though he then tripped and made a loud nose. "Uahh dammit!" He whined as he bit his tongue on accident trying to shut his mouth before he got caught. He shot up hurting himself as he covered his mouth with his right hand. He stood behind the trees and tried to be as quiet as he could possibly be. He could be dealing with a serious serial killer or something worse. Kay'Gan didn't want to take the chance and get himself gutted like a pig before he had a chance to live outside of the Alcatraz for a week tops. Kay'Gan tasted blood in his mouth as he sighed slightly then started stepping backwards.

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[Heckno12]

Felix Dromas

The ground shook as the Alcatraz officially made contact with the ground, the massive ship dug a several mile wide trench through the planet's surface. The vessel, at least from where Felix could see, appeared almost completely undamaged. Of course he couldn't see much of it, the titanic ship was so far...at least a few days worth on foot, probably longer taking the terrain into account.

A terrible scream rang out nearby, not like those that had been heard since the crash. This one was much worse than one that a gunshot or stabbing could cause. Perhaps worse than even a life wielder could inflict. Felix's attention snapped to the treeline where a human stumbled out still screaming in horror and pain. From the man's shoulder, blood seemed to flow like a spout...except, it couldn't be blood. Felix thought. It was true, the sickly color that spread from the wound was quickly turning black as the liquid gushed. It was as though the man was rotting before his eyes. The man collapsed, the smell of rotten flesh permeated the air. The stench confirmed Felix's suspicions, the man was putrefying alive.

Once the screaming stopped, a strange spiked humanoid creature exited the brush and approached the corpse. Felix took cover. if this thing did this, he certainly wasn't keen on engaging it. A slurping sound came from the direction of the corpse and strange monster. Felix could only assume this was how it consumed its prey, rotting it from the inside out and drinking the results. He repressed the urge to vomit at the thought.

"Well, if it isn't one of our poor watchers hiding from ol' Tim!" An obnoxious voice called out from where the cell block had originally crashed. If it hadn't been for the sight moments ago, Felix may have noticed the end of the carnage in that direction. Clearly someone had won, and this guy was probably with them.

"You caught me, I'm assuming you're this 'Tim' I'm hiding from?" Felix said mustering a smile at his 'captor.' He'd rather not stir up too much sound. That thing was still nearby, and Felix didn't plan on becoming seconds.

"Yep, and it's a shame too. I hoped you'd have been a bit more feisty, but you seem willing to roll over and get caught." Tim said, feigning disappointment.

"Well, you guys are the well armed majority now. I don't have a lot of choice." Felix shrugged. "So, what were you in for?"

"Hah, I'm surprised you didn't figure it out when you heard the name. I'm the captain of the Fenrir, my crew and I have been causing havoc all over colonized space for nearly a decade!" Tim claimed proudly, apparently not quite bright enough to recognize stall tactics.

"Oh, wow. A celebrity, I'm honored really." Felix said. The sound of the slurping stopped...it sounded like that monster retreated back into the jungle. Felix was done stalling, finally. "You said your ship was the Fenrir, right?"

"Yeah, best vessel in the Milky Way. My people though, I may have to kill them all when I get back. They swore they'd get me off that junkheap ages ago." Tim said angrily.

"Fenrir, Fenrir...I think I've seen that ship somewhere. Oh, right. The second week after we left Earth a ship by that name engaged the Alcatraz. I think the point defenses ripped it to shreds before it even managed to bring its weapons to bare." Felix said pretending to be think back on the situation. "Then again, that doesn't sound like the best vessel in the Milky Way...Hmmm, maybe it was a different Fenrir?"

"Wh-What!?" Tim shouted in surprise and anger. "I refuse to believe it. I'll kill you for even pretending that a prison ship sank my vessel!"

"Oh, that may be an issue. I'd rather not die at the hands of a shipless captain." Felix mused. Tim laughed and grabbed Felix's arm and glowed with what was clearly mana.

"I'm going to make sure you scream, I want the whole planet to hear it." Tim said pouring his magic into Felix's arm to-well, no effect. He let go after a moment, clearly drained.

"For a second I thought you might have a mana-type that could do some real damage. Really though, life? It's a prosthetic you stupid jackass." Felix said as he took his arm out of the weakened pirate's grip, using his other hand to grasp and crush the man's wrist. "For all the tricks you Attuned use, you're still human."

Tim struggled to heal his broken wrist and slumped over, clearly exhausted.

"Wow, you can barely even heal yourself...tsk tsk." Felix said as he took hold of Tim's head and forced him to look up. "Well, I guess that still means I can't just paralyze you and leave it to the fauna to finish the job." With a swift motion, Tim's skull was crushed in.

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It seemed Cellblock Ten had crashed into the mountain Nine had barely missed. In fact, it was directly in Felix's path. With any luck, he'd be able to find a few other guards. While Felix never really liked his co-workers, he didn't want to deal with one of those spike faced creatures alone. This whole situation was probably a feast for them, a bunch of invasive species with no natural defense to their poison, venom, or whatever that thing had used to melt that guy.

Stumbling through the jungle, he spotted a guard...A female guard that he hadn't seen before. It wasn't exactly impossible, the Alcatraz was a massive ship. There were only a few that had any excuse to know everybody, and they weren't here.

"Hey, you!" Felix said, just under a shout. He needed to get this woman's attention without attracting any predators or prisoners.

@Rune_Alchemist

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Eve~

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Humidity: 83%
Temperature: 30 degrees Celsius
Warning: Unknown biological species present.
Type-N Nanites resuming functions. Estimated time to return to optimal capacity: 4 hours.
Suggested action: Light exercise with a healthy meal of fruits and vegetables.

"Considering the screams from the jungle, I'll be getting the not fun kind of light exercise..." She mused to herself, studying the holographic display. Eugh, they just had to crash on a jungle planet, didn't they? The temperature was already making her feel all hot and sweaty...not that sweat was exactly a problem for her, but eugh regardless. She didn't mind the heat, but humidity just made her feel all icky. At least soon enough she'd have her nice, cool, temperature regulated armor that could keep her nice and cool.

She moved slowly through the jungle, making sure to keep both ears and eyes open on her surroundings. She didn't want to get jumped by some inmate or some unknown predator. At least the NLF was doing a good job of resuming its functions after so long of not being used so she didn't have to worry too much. It should alert her to any sort of anything getting too close unless it possessed some form of cloaking ability or technology.

Which is why she wasn't surprised when someone shouted at her. He wasn't that far away, and it was close enough for the NLF to pick up at least. It didn't give her any other information, however. Immediately turning on her heel she readied her laser pistol and aimed it right at the man who was speaking at her. She narrowed her eyes, taking a second to study the man. Considering he didn't try and jump her, he was likely at least somewhat reasonable. Judging from his attire as well, he wasn't an inmate. That meant he was at least...somewhat trustworthy.

She had a couple of things she could do here, hmm, but first...after a few seconds of seemingly deliberating whether to shoot him or not, she lowered the pistol. The holographic display surrounding her head vanished in an instant as Eve quietly moved closer so they wouldn't have to talk so loudly and risk attracting some predators.

"Sorry about that, darling." She greeted Felix with a friendly, though somewhat suggestive smile. "Thought you might be one of those less savory sorts they keep locked up on this ship." She swiveled her head briefly back towards the crashed Cellblock 10. He was likely heading there, judging from the direction he had been walking. It'd probably be a bad idea, and if she could play her cards right she could use this guy to make her own survival much easier. Strength in numbers and all that. "Eve Loyth, pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'd ask for your number for a bit of fun, love, but unless we want to suddenly have a surprise threesome - not that I entirely mind that," She giggled. "But I don't think whatever is out there in the jungle wants to surprise me with a good time." She gave him a playful smirk, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face.

Eugh, she hated jungles as much as she missed them.

She hoped at least, he wasn't hostile. Certainly she could act a bit more like a guard should. Standard rank and file. She had to act more than a bit for a few jobs, but she didn't think it was needed her. Judging on how this mans behavior was though, she'd decide just how much to tell him later once things cooled off.

@Heckno12

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Keeran

My Appearance

@heckno12@rune_alchemist@lissalu@zahir

" So....I think when your trying to be stealthy, you are suppose to be quiet", Keeran said out loud to the random stranger hiding behind the tree.

Keeran was about to leave the scene at hand when someone had been brave enough to come closer than anyone else to his little fight. Of course, the stranger backed off before getting too close but Keeran had saw him when he first arrived. He just could not have been bothered to say anything because he had kinda been getting intimate with a wild animal and a plasma pistol. But hearing the weirdo trying to sneak away in such a loud fashion bugged him, so Keeran felt the need to see if the person was worth paying attention to. Keeran sheathed his gun in his pants and faced the direction the noise had came from.

"So don't freak out, but I am gonna find you. I *whispers* probably *normal speaking tone* won't kill you."

Keeran pocketed his hands and walked forward, smiling ever so slightly. He supposed that this person would probably be another so maybe he would make a friend. Maybe it was another guard, if so more than likely he would need to die. Well maybe not, but if he or she got annoying then he or she would die. Keeran flinched as he took another step, feeling his head pound and his right leg ache. Something was not right, and the little bit of healing he did would not be enough. He could use his Attunement to heal himself, but he would realized he was going to need a bit more healing. He did not feel scratched, mostly banged up, so he supposed he was not poisoned. He hoped the wild beast was not poisonous, that would be all he needed. At least he wasnt bleeding anymore, Keeran thought to himself.

Keeran stopped when he reached the tree the noise originated around, tired of the suspense building up to this meeting. Keeran leaned against the tree and peeped his head around the trunk. He saw what appeared to be a man trying to sneak away. He sighed again, took one hand out of his pockets and rubbed his eyes in irritation.

" Really? You are gonna get this close and try to back away. That is not just rude, but quite boring. Where is the fun in running away?"

[Polaris North]

Stranded: Prisoners' Tale

"Ow." Was the first thing Lea said after the rough landing of the escape pod. She had been strapped in and the escape pod was meant to take in a lot of the force that would have otherwise been meant for her so she didn't get too injured. Besides, even if she was injured, she could easily heal herself to peak condition in exchange for a small amount of mana.

She unbuckled the seatbelt and then punched in the code for opening the pod. The door ejected itself outside, revealing where she had landed. A bemused look found its way to her face as she looked at the thick forestry that surrounded her. She rubbed the back of her head and retreated inside once more to get her backpack where he medical supplies were placed and then took some extra rations from the pod.

Lea let out a sigh and then exited the pod. Having launched out of the ship earlier than everyone else and also being in an escape pod seemed to have made her the first to land on the planet. She could see the falling parts of The Alcatraz and it seems that it just... broke apart. Like every cell block was separated from the ship itself. Placing a hand on where her firearm is, she let out yet another sigh. Mentally preparing yourself to survive in an unknown planet with high ranking criminals who were probably alive wasn't exactly on the job description. But then again, what did she expect? A smooth cruise to wherever the hell they were going?

"Huh, I wonder what's in this planet."

Not even a few steps into the jungle did she hear something crashing onto the planet followed by several explosions. Her head whipped towards the sound, somewhere east of her position maybe? The black smoke rising above the trees made her think that she was right. There were several other crashes and explosions, probably coming from the other cell blocks or probably even the main ship itself. At least she had a destination in mind. A goal.

To get to The Alcatraz that was still hopefully mostly intact and to maybe rendezvous with the other staff there. She's not entirely sure how cautious she would be around the inmates though. Hopefully survival is something they value more than killing.

Her feet took her to the nearest Cell Block that had landed. So far, she only encountered plants. No animals as of now. She supposed that was good. But she also steered clear of the weird looking plants... then again, everything wasn't exactly familiar to her.

"Well, well, Doc Lea!" A voice called out to her. Definitely male, low and husky. Lea closed her eyes for a brief moment, processing who was speaking. "Can't remember me?"

She raised her hand to signal for him to wait."Wait a minute... Klein? Right?" Lea replied, quite surely.

"Correct!"

Klein Gamor, a thirty something year old male with a mean streak. As murderous as he is charming, he was one of the top people on priority list... and one of her main customers. Again, despite not being a psychiatrist or psychologist, he was always given to her. Said she was the only one who isn't afraid of him... or hasn't fallen to his charms.

Lea turned around to face him and he was simply leaning on the tree beside him, casually holding a gun in his hand. "Lovely. Any other survivors out there? Guards? Other prisoners?" She calmly looked at his physical body, without using her power. So he was doing well? She wasn't sure if that was good or not.

"Nah, killed them all." Klein said casually, showing her the gun more prominently.

Figures. Lea could have guessed as much. She really wasn't surprised. "So... I assume I'm going to die next? I mean, even if we were to quick draw, I wouldn't be able to beat you." It was the right assumption. She was in front of one of the most notorious serial killers in Earth, no way he was going to let her go alive.

"True." Klein in he'd closer to the female. He had his chin up, as if looking down on her. "No fear? You really are the perfect woman for the job." He said, brushing his fingers against her face. He held no fear either.

"Of course I am." Lea grabbed his wrist, which made him raise an eyebrow, curious on what she'll pull off. She was just a harmless doctor who would firs help them before anything else. That was her job after all no? "Never let an enemy grab hold of you... especially if you don't know what they're capable of and if they know every single thing about you and your health."

Klein stumbled backwards, eyes wide, but Lea kept a firm grasp on him. He felt like he was growing weaker and his eyesight was blurring. He spat blood on the ground. "W-What..." Lea willed her mana to flow into him, into his bloodstream in search for a single thing that could end his life rather slowly.

"Klein Gamor. For the most of your life, you were unaware of a disease that has wormed its way into you. You only ever realized about your deathly disease once you hit the age of... 28? It was around that time that you started your serial killing. Once you were captured, your life's story was placed on paper. You caught my eye, Mr. Gamor. It's a rare disease that... no one has really contracted before. Well, they died before we could know more about them. But you... you were still alive." Lea stopped, allowing the killer to process what she was saying but it seems he was already too far gone to even understand anything she was saying. His slow anguish made her frown but she only cocked her head to the side. "I wanted to study you. A lot in Bursmir Inc. wanted to. Ah, but I couldn't inside The Alcatraz. Too busy, no time. Thought I could do it after we stop somewhere. But it seems I just have to make quick mental notes here."

"A-Are you really Doc Lea? Not that... Not that Sapishte?" Klein barely let out through ragged breaths. He got no reply from the doctor before his heart stopped beating and he let out his final breath. Lea let him go, letting his corpse drop on the ground.

"I doubt Mienieve would have let you go as easily. She was quite a... hands-on type of person." Lea finally replied before spinning around and then continuing to head for the fallen cell block. Her walk was casual as if she just hadn't committed murder. There was no time for feeling sorry for the dead. Once she deems them dangerous, she has to do it lest she perishes. Though she'd have to be more careful, that certainly took more mana that she had expected.

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Lea was beginning to think she was hallucinating. Travelling in an unknown jungle isn't the easiest thing in the world, that's for sure. Without any proper landmarks and everything looking the same, it wasn't easy to know whether or not you were going the right way. She imagined that it would only take a few minutes of walking to get to her destination but it turned out to be longer than that. It didn't take a full hour though, or so she believes.

Surprisingly, there was another loud landing, this time it was close to her. So she decided to investigate. She reached a cell block but this one was covered with mud, as if the landing didn't splatter it outwards, but inwards. It was odd. That was, until someone kicked down the door and she immediately recognized her. Light hair, dark skin, curved horns - a foreign Tulak. It was rare to see another 'alien' in The Alcatraz as most of the criminals it housed were humans, so all the 'aliens' were engraved in her mind.

This one was no different. "Miss Shaali Tunn, correct?" The doctor called out but kept her distance from the girl. She had read her crime on the files, and it honestly wasn't as bad as the others. She murdered a person coming to claim her sister or something like that, and that was her only offense. Klein from earlier had done ten times worse things than this one. She had known that there were not-so-bad people inside The Alcatraz but she learned to be careful.

@LissaLu

[Zahir]

Kay'Gan

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Kay'Gan heard the male talking "I think you were trying to be stealthy, you are suppose to be quiet" as he was stating he could hear him. He huffed out air as he knew he messed up and made himself be heard. Being in this situation was never fun. Having your arm halfway out of the socket and now some prisoner or arsehole guard coming to play with you like a rag doll of some sort. Kay'Gan stayed quiet he didn't want to reply to the male as he whispered.

As he could hear footsteps moving around he sensed them becoming closer to him. He started to relax and close his eyes. Kay'Gan was trying to listen for anything. As he focused on only noises coming from those footsteps he could heard the male's body shifting on the ground, his breathin, and the pistol getting put away against his clothing. Kay'Gan tilted his head as he opened his eyes and looked directly at the tree where the strange male was on the other side off. Rolling his shoulder,s he cracked them. Heslightly hissed  out which was barely to even be heard.
"I am going to find you." The stranger called out to Kay'Gan. It made Kay'Gan smile slightly as the male said that. If Kay'Gan really wanted he could've been up in that tree right now making that male think he completely hearing things. Though something inside of him wanted help since he could've shove his arm back in the socket himself.

Sighing as he watched the male peek his head from around the tree. Kay'Gan was facing where the male was standing. He didn't hold his arm at the moment. Since he didn't know if he would have to fight somebody or maybe make a peace treaty of some sort. Kay'Gan titled his head as he was called rude. "I'm not rude, just curious. Two different things." Kay'Gan stated in a slightly smart-ass way. "Mhm...I suppose I just won't want to get killed by all the remaining survivors from...how many was it? Twenty-seven cell blocks that just hit this planet." Kay'Gan made a good point for himself he was hoping. Though he didn't really care to make himself look better he just wanted to protect himself. "Now." he paused and stepped out on the other side of the tree where now he moved quickly and soundlessly. He was behind the male by a couple feet he didn't want to be so close. "Will you help me or are you going to try and kill me?" Kay'Gan questioned and smirked slightly with his eyes glaring at the stranger. "Because you are saying 'I won't kill you' is kind of fishy let's put it that way." Kay'Gan states as he now looks at the male. He didn't care for where the gun was at.
Kay'Gan's white paper pale body seemed brighter in the sunlight as well for his eyes...the red eyes he had. Looking right at black haired pale male some could say their piercing, others interesting, and some to say a monster only has eyes of blood.

[dabombjk]

Keeran

My Appearance

@heckno12@rune_alchemist@lissalu@zahir

"Listen lady, I don't really care", Kieran said while running his hand through his hair, "Be scared of me, or not, its your choice. But it does look like your slightly hurt."

Keeran took walked around the tree, so that he was in front of the stranger, and laid back against the tree. He eyed his new possible friend/victim up and down, not trying to assume anything but seeing if there was any obvious threat. From its appearance Keeran could not see anything too deadly. It did not look augmented but that was not a positive either. That means it could possibly be attuned and that would be annoying to deal with. Keeran sniffed the air, a slight burned aroma lingered, which means Keeran could only assume this thing used fire. Hopefully from a weapon he was hiding, which would have been much easier to deal with. Keeran looked at the persons smooth pale skin, its almost glowing red eyes, and immediately felt creeped out. Keeran never did like ugly freaks like this one, simply because he was slightly superficial like that. Which made him thank God he was as handsome as he was, albeit sometimes he knew he was less attractive when he was covered in blood.....unless you were into that sort of thing. Keeran mentally smacked himself, there he went making an assumption again that was a really bad habit.

"So.....I mean if you need to be healed up I can fix most injuries. Just stop being weird and come over here, I don't bite. *whispers* usually *speaks in normal tone* Or you can sit there, waiting to be jumped by some crazy person. What is your name?"

[LissaLu]

Shaali Tunn

Shaali stepped out of her cell, sliding down the smooth surface of her door, and landing in the mud. It was cool and soft, reassuring the tulak as it wrapped around her toes, reminding her of home. She now felt calm and ready to assess her situation; looking around, she noticed that there was twisted chunks of metal on either side of her cabin...she could only assume that her cell had broken free of the rest of the cell block when it was ejected from the rest of the ship. She also saw heavy black smoke way off in the distance which she could only assume was coming from the rest of her cell block...she however, had no desire to head back in that direction, as it would attract whatever the the inhabitants on this planet were. Hopefully, it would distract from her own crash site enough to prevent dangerous animals from investigating.

This place really did remind Shaali of home, the air was pure and easy to breathe, there were gorgeous tall trees covered in vines as far as the eye could see, and the humid air gave some much needed moisture to her skin that was chapping from how dry and thin the air was in the spacecraft. She really considered it a blessing to land in the southern hemisphere of this planet.

Now there was the matter of deciding whether or not she should stay put: it was almost definite that something would eventually turn up to come sniffing around this site, and she needed to scout around for food and water anyways, but her cell would provide some much needed shelter from the elements of this planet and that bed was sooo much softer than sleeping on a tree branch. The best plan of action would be to find a spot away from this place to prop her cell in the trees, but she was too unfamiliar with the metals to float her cabin to a safe space, and she knew she didn't have nearly enough mana to use the ground beneath her to lift and shove it to a safe space. There was the option of just creating a rock pillar beneath the cell to lift it up out of harm's way, but that would be an even larger red flag for the locals, escaped prisoners, and creatures that were good at climbing or didn't mind waiting to starve their prey out. As she evaluated her options, a voice called out to her.

"Miss Shaali Tunn, correct?"

Shaali whipped her head and alarm to see the good doctor standing about 20 yards from her. While she wasn't a huge threat, Shaali still kicked herself for allowing herself to become so distracted that she wasn't able to sense someone come so close to her, she could very well be dead if it were an animal or a maniac that was sneaking up on her. The woman, Miss Lea, was in fact a human, but Shaali couldn't exactly resent her since she was the one who had managed to heal the burns Shaali had received from the handcuffs and had been nothing but polite to her.

"Yes, that is correct. How may I help you ma'am?" Shaali replied, bowing her head a little.

@Polaris North

[Zahir]

Kay'Gan

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Kay'Gan chuckled a bit. "Mhm? Am I that lovely you think I am a lady?" He questions the stranger as he smirks at the individual standing there."Oh, no. I am not scared of you doll. I am completely and utterly examining you." breathe in deeply. He then placed his hands on his hips. "Though I am quite feminine sometimes which my father always hated me for. I can swear to you I'm no lady." Kay'Gan laughed somewhat insanely when he stated this fact about his father. He truly hated the man. He blames him for everything he got turned into. Which it was completely his fault. If he never abused him, the social services would've never came to their house; the family would've never been panicked, he wouldn't be placed as a freak and run away because he's attuned. As Kay'Gan thought of these memories his hands started shaking up and tears swelled in his eyes as he looked down and to the side so the stranger couldn't see his face.
"I'm not hurt." Kay'Gan lied and looked up at the male glaring at him slightly. "I always look like this." Kay'Gan stated as he hissed out his words and breath. He seemed slightly annoyed not at the individual speaking with him but at himself for becoming emotional for no reason.

Kay'Gan stared at the dark-haired stranger as he noticed the male's facial expressions changing and the look in his eye forming into a new one. He noticed one of the disgust. Kay'Gan tilted his head at this expression as he walked closer slightly. It almost seemed like he knew why the male made this slight accidental facial expression. "Do you not like how I look?" Kay'Gan questioned the male as he was only inches away from him staring right into his face. Kay"Gan was used to this, though. A lot of people thought he looked disgusting, ugly, monstrous. He  got immune to the rude words of the world. He just liked confronting people on their facial expressions.

Turning away very sassy he then started walking away from the male. "No, one said I needed healing." Kay'Gan said as he looked over his shoulder at the male. "Mhm. What if I want you to bite?" Kay'Gan laughed a little showing a shiny full of teeth smile."Ah, if anybody jumped me, they would regret trying. They wouldn't even touch me before they died." He said in such an innocent and calm toned way. He turned on his heel and looked at the male now. Tilting his head and slowly walking back up to him. "I'm Kay'Gan. Who might you be?" He raises an eyebrow as he looks right into the male's eyes.

Kay'gan was being very stubborn now about relieving if he was hurt or not. He was on guard he couldn't just say he was hurt he felt like he was in an awkward position. Running into one of the escaped prisoners out in the jungle. While hurt and the male asking why he is hurt just seemed weird to him. Most of the prisoners would love to have Kay'Gan dead. He knew that so he felt this male was just sucking up his inner psychotic mind before killing him. Kay'Gan stood there now just staring at the male. He seemed really focused on something.

[Heckno12]

Felix Dromas

Felix observed this stranger carefully, even if she wasn't a prisoner...Most of the guards weren't exactly great people. Everyone stationed on board the Alcatraz had essentially no chance of returning, so it was only normal that every soldier on board was either expendable or, like in Felix's case, in need of disposal. The ones locked in cells weren't the only prisoners on board that ship, everyone was stuck. Now though, they were stuck on a hostile planet away from the many comforts that even a prison vessel provided.

He was better off blindly trusting this woman than trying to face this planet alone. Even if he was shot in the back, it would be a much less grisly fate than he had seen on his way.

"That's fair, better to save the fun for-" Felix started before he heard what was easily one of the most terrible sounds he could imagine. It sounded like some hellish mix between a bear and one of those lizard monsters from old human movies. Drawing his hand cannon, he turned to fire at whatever made it.

The culprit was much more intimidating than Felix had hoped, the creature pushing through the trees covered in what could only be the blood and gore of prisoners. The beast sniffed the air for just a moment, its eyes settling on the two morsels in front of it. Before it could lunge forward, Felix's pistol hummed for a moment and fired a rail round directly into the monster's face. From the burst of blood and flesh from the beast's face, one might think the rail-powered round had a profound effect. Unfortunately, the only real response was a cry of rage and pain as the four armed monster grasped its face for just a moment before glaring back at the prey that had tried to fight it.

Felix was slightly distracted by the way the creature's flesh seemed to reform, covering the damage that the powerful shot had done. The monster's face had mended, and it was angry. It was clear that even a heavy weapon like his hand cannon wouldn't be able to put this thing down. Even if that thing wasn't healing itself, a rail-powered hand cannon didn't even pierce the bone.

"I'm gonna suggest we run. We run very fast, and we run very far." Felix said turning towards Eve as he backed up. "I don't know if we can outrun it, but I do know we don't have the firepower to handle it. Hope that offer's still open if we manage to stay in one piece."

@Rune_Alchemist

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Eve~

@Heckno12

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Alright, so he wasn't going to be all trigger happy! Not that she minded a quick shot, but it was good he wanted to at least not be openly hostile. Plus, he seemed to be quite, heh, open. More fun for her then. Men were so easily distracted if you just showed them a little interest. Before she could make much more of a comment though, a loud roar echoed through the trees, heavy footfalls of some large animal making its presence known. Whatever it was, was large, angry, and likely quite hungry. All combinations of bad on anything.

"That is either a mating call, or it wants to nibble on us in not the fun way." She commented as she turned to face the massive beast as Felix turned to fire at it with his hand cannon. "I would much rather prefer the mating call, but I am fairly certain judging from the appetizer its the latter." A brief look at what power the cannon had and what it did to the beast pretty much confirmed they had no chance against it whatsoever. After quickly weight a few options in her head, she decided it'd be best for her own survival if she also helped Felix to survive, so long as nothing directly life threatening happened.

"And for a handsome man like you? Always open, darling." Immediately, she turned around and started sprinting in the opposite direction. She was fairly confident in her physical abilities, after all. She was probably on par with some of the galaxy's best physical athletes after all, so it wasn't like she wasn't out of shape. As long as they could find shelter in something temporarily and evade the beast they should be good. For the most part. Unless something unexpected happen, which judging from the string of events so far was quite likely.

"We should try and find some place to lose it!" She shouted.