Don't Forget About Me

[Voices of The Deep]

Outer Rim - Unknown Space - Asteroid Field​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iysZG8oA2ys​

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Too long...it had been much too long, the world becoming a haze of nothingness as the beast spent days that quickly became weeks...that even quickly became months locked away in a cell. During such a time period twitching and snarling at dead air in the privacy of her confined space, she had experienced what by some could be called a fall from grace.

Tsk...grace. A word the Ice Queen would never associate herself with. Not in this world nor the next.


Sensitive enough was she to outside stimulation of her reeling nerve endings...Cold eyes widened a fraction as the raw stench of the guards struck her convulsing nostrils like a keen slap, a backhand complete with rings. The scent itself was offensive and unbearable, piss and fluff and blossoming new life, carted around by a blue-blood parasite. To hell with the frequent prison riots...that damned smell trumped it all.


Hatred welled dangerously inside a heart as black and icy as the most lifeless corners of outer space, pouring like searing liquid ore from her mouth and ears and violated nostrils. For some reason...she wanted to cripple the stranger, peel away his skin...Perhaps she had spent to long in isolation...maybe she was beginning to crack...to break. The thought made the womans eye twitch in disgust.


Winter would think nothing, feel nothing, as she glided with one heavy step forward, her heels like an errant meteorite, as bright vibrant blue eyes shined like distant stars as the brooding woman strode from one side of her cell to the other like a phantom from the nightmare of a child...or perhaps a higher power from the heavens... silent as death and wearing it all over her tough, unwelcoming exterior.

The guard walked by her cell...the man marching back and forth as if he were in some kind of military. The woman stood at the glass and peered down at the man through narrowed eyes...

She held her breath...the chains that binded her to the cell clanking around as the white haired woman scoffed and slowly backed away from the glass...heading back to the far wall of her cell and taking a seat. How long had she been in Solitary...a month? Two? She had lost count. Perhaps attempting escape three times and causing a significant among of casualties made her to dangerous to hold with the other prisoners.

And oh how right they were.



[member="Vulpesen"]
[member="AP-01"]
[member="Seras Goto"].

(Anyone is welcome to join in on this. This is just me getting back into the game. Cheers ^^)

 

[AP-01]

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Loud footsteps echoed around the nearly abandoned cell block as AP-01 silently strolled down the dirty corridors of the building. Lined wall to wall were soundproofed cells, each one holding typically 2 inmates. However, this repetitious pattern ceased as he walked into the Solitary Wing. Doors sparsely dotted the stark white walls, with each being protected by two guards. "Identification." One barked at the droid, as he stopped in front of the last entryway in the wing. He silently drew out a small plastic card and handed it to the men, without breaking eye contact. "AP-01. He muttered in a dry tone.

The two saluted, and after a quick punch of the card, the door slid open with a loud screech. The droid entered a seemingly endless hallway, cameras appearing every five feet or so. Eventually, the tight space opened up to a large cell with a large window peering into [member="Queen Sovereign"]'s cell. AP-01 crouched and gazed at her through his dark red eyes, laughing the whole time. "Oh, you thought I had forgotten about you? No, couldn't forget the one bounty that tried to rip my circuits out, could I? How long has it been since I last saw you...Oh, that's right! If my memory serves me correctly, it's been about 6 months. 6 months, locked in that room, only with those walls to keep you company. No contact besides me and these two jokers." He rasped, pointing at the two guards endlessly pacing around the room.

"6 months,why, that's a very long time. How much have you missed? How many people have forgotten you? Ah, it doesn't matter, no one cared about you in the first place." AP-01 jeered, trying to break her down.

He was enjoying this discussion way too much.

[member="Queen Sovereign"]

[member="Vulpesen"]

[member="Seras Goto"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

This... game was becoming boring.

Once upon a time it had been a darwinist struggle, an addiction, a puzzle to conquer of which she'd sell her soul and virtue in pounds for its idiosyncratic pieces, all the while determining only vaguely where her next destination would be and whether or not there were cleaners waiting outside her residence for her to sleep so they could storm in just like the Reeve would previously penetrate the homes of numerous expatriates scattered across the galaxy with their amusingly trite dreams of freedom as if their fortitude high enough to deserve control of their own fates. This had been so much willing obsession breeding in her brain since the moment she'd arrive here young and vestal and in recollection likely begging to be split open to the skull. Enjoying the convoluted psychosis of it all. Enjoying the fatalistic thrills.

But the game was becoming boring. And Winter hated boring.

Where had the depravity gone from this hellhole of a prison, where everybody strutted around like they meant business, irrational aggression the noxious brew of either heat softening the brains of naive recruits or simply the whimsies of the useless, inbred psychotics this place attracted like children to crackers and juice? Where was the spark, the spatter, the fire, the life, the screaming, the brawls, the megalomania, the dirt, the death? No longer did she doze away wondering too serenely if she'd awaken with a blade in her throat, but with the silence of a lame defanged totalitarian society rocking her to sleep alongside a thousand snippets and statistics on local beings whose lives could disintegrate for all she cared. Peace and harmony alike were utterly depressing, but though she might turn disenchanted and loveless on the inside, her loyalty to The Awoken ready to depart on a puff of wind, nobody could ever guess because...

she too had learned to grin.

And as he...it...the bucket of bolts came to her with a certain schmoozy boredom many residents here liked to disguise as genuine interest, but Winter was an old pro at this, picking up the dice without really thinking much about it or investing any subcutaneous feeling. Spine pressed against the wall...it was her favorite wall after all.

And then he began...speaking that irrelevant nonsense that made Winter want to rip out his wiring again...maybe rearrange them just to make him more interesting. Because so far she found the grass growing more amusing than this droid.

But still...she'd play along. Roll the dice...play the game. And as the woman took a step forward, her cold gaze remained steady on the droid on the other-side of the glass. Shackles along her neck, wrist and ankles...each of them having intersecting chains to keep each limb from straining to far. The chains clanked and rattled on the floor as she ventured back to the window...her expression blank and disinterested as she leaned in and peered down at the significant pile of metal.

"Are...are you done? Trying to look cool in front of your friends? It's unbecoming of you." She would muse, slowly leaning back and sighing...the cold air making ghost of her breath. "Take off these shackles...open the cage. And put up your hands and fight me you karking pansy...but until then, shut up and know your place you insignificant speck." She growled, clenching her fist as she stared down at the droid. She'd seen more intimidation in insects.



[member="Vulpesen"]
[member="AP-01"]
[member="Seras Goto"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen's eyes shifted to Ace as he neared the prison, it was times like this that he cursed not having a cloaking device on the Vixen, but still, he had managed to find this place, even in the complete and utter emptiness the galaxy had offered him. THe fact that he had made it this far filled the Zorren with a sense of pride, a pride which strengthened his resolve to see the mission through, regardless of the fact that it was not one issued by the Vitae.

Two months ago, he had received an anonymous offer, which in itself would be enough to intrigue him. But it was the reward which sent him on this fool's endeavor. A shipment of large cargo ships, fit with rations and water. Someone had done their homework, and while he wasn't one to fall into traps, Vulpesen helpless against such amazing bait. The galaxy was filled with people like him, desiring to change the galaxy with subtle motions and small battles. While he had no idea what this mission would entail in the grand scheme of things, he did know what it meant for his smaller, more personal schemes.

"Alright boys, get ready." One by one, masks were donned and weapons lifted. He was, as usual, clad in the armor of the twilight fox, and around him sat five elite members of his personal guard, each holding a different weapon and paid from Vulpesen's own pocket. As far as spec ops forces went, this was some of the best the Zorren people had to offer. Leaning over, he tapped into the com system, giving one of his less genuine codes. "Crimson Wolf, asking for emergency docking. Our fuel is running on empty." He felt bad for appealing to their sense of good, but he had to get in somehow, and he would do his best to make sure the mechanics that came to help, would be sent into a comfortable, and by no means permanent sleep. As for the legitimacy of his claim, the 'Crimson Wolf' did indeed have a near empty tank.... he just didn't mention the five fuel tanks in the cargo bays.

[member="Queen Sovereign"]
[member="AP-01"]

 

[Seras Goto]

[member="AP-01"] [member="Queen Sovereign"] [member="Vulpesen"]

"Now now." The sound of her voice came out, the mechanical sounds of the respirator while she tapped a finger on her armor. The full body suit covering everything up to her nose as it left her golden eyes exposed. "No insulting the boy thing... whatever." Seras came into view though with the jet black armored body and her rich black curls. The only real visible color was her pale flesh and the milky white talisman built into the armor. The finger stinger made from the cortosis to resist lightsabers was one thing but it had another property. She brought her hand up revealing it and moving to tap it against the woman's skin as the blood diamond properties would cause some discomfort and pain but if it pricked the skin a real chance it could poison and burn her blood.

Seras remained there watching her but didn't reveal any weapons or show the fear some might have. Her garhoon nature made her more inclined to just eat the girl until she was a willing meatsack wanting to be fed upon. "You won't get her will to break with such simple insults. It is much easier to flay her skin and end it then her break serving with just simple things." She remained there motioning her forward more. "Tell me, my sweet child." Her voice was as Venefica had taught her in speech therapy to sound more then like a raspy, sweaty piece of meat that smelled like leathery burnt bacon. "What would you do should you be released? The passage of time has changed much of the galaxy. You might instead prefer remaining inside where things are familiar."

She spoke but let the force work, making her mechanical tone more then it normally was. Emotional and soothing to try and lure her into wanting to agree whille she gave it like the feeling of warm silk. Her talisman glowing a little as the milky white tried to pull so she would follow and serve her. "Can you really say that this place has been so bad? There are far worse places in the galaxy where far worse things could have happened to yourself." Then there was something coming through on the coms as she didn't speak just tapped the bars with the stinger. "Send a transport to investigate and have them hold, I don't want people here unless they are in chains or dead."

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

Now, Jack was all for the One Sith faction, pom poms and everything...Actually, no. Forget the pom poms. Swinging lightsaber and shooting a blaster into the air and yelling really loud and everything. However...there were sometimes that he wished that the One Sith would be more...selective. Take the Garhoon, for instance. Keep in mind that Jack didn't have anything against vampires. This was evident in how much he liked the strong and firm [member="Thallai Brawsta"] (Just a mention. You don't have to feel pressured to join if you don't want to, Thal).

No, it was the "being evil for the sake of perverted pleasure" personality trait she held that made him wish he didn't have to be here any longer. Officially, he was here as a simple tag-along. Backup, if you will. Meat for the grinder, if you wouldn't. "Unofficially", he was to keep an eye on the semi-loose cannon that was the "illustriously sophisticated" [member="Seras Goto"].

A random thought entered his mind. What if I were to just shut down the power for a full minute? I wonder what would happen? Of course, that line of thinking was both insane, detrimental to everything he knew and a one-way ticket to traitor-dom. He was currently stationed in the main security complex. Not too far from the console before him, of which he was using to watch Seras, [member="Queen Sovereign"] and [member="AP-01"] having a party, was Traffic Control. They soon started buzzing to life with unexpected activity. The man on duty unhappily set down a sandwhich and a multi-sensual magazine called Fornax.

He heard Seras' words involving the incoming ship and went over to relieve the annoyed man. He wanted to be useful, not bored.

"Hello, this is Traffic Control. You are in a restricted area. Please supply your ship registry information and the nature of your arrival." ([member="Vulpesen"]) Upon hearing their response, he would continue. "Again, you are in a restricted area. Be advised that you are viewed as a potential hostile. Please hold as we process your claim and keep any and all shields and weapons powered down or else we will fire first." Regardless of any response they had, Jack would cut the comms and key up a connection to Seras.

"My Lady, there's a legitimate cargo ship claiming to be running on a little amount of fuel. Scans show no signs of military starship weaponry or modifications nor any signs of a major bomb threat. If I may, I'd like to share a plan that I've come up with." Given permission, he would continue. "I suggest that we force them to burn the rest of the fuel they have. If they truly have only a little left, then they shouldn't be waiting out there for long. If they do run out quickly whilst out in space, we can use the tractor beam to easily dock them with us. Finally, we charge them for the fuel at an exorbitant rate, discouraging them them from coming out around here again and making a 'well earned' profit."

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Meanwhile, an electrical engineer was sitting in a non-safe area of the workplace. His legs dangled over the edge of a walkway that was suspended far above the power core that powered the cell block that all of the above PCs were currently in. He was sucking down a previously hidden, contraband bottle of Chadian Rum and blinking through hot tears. The datapad tossed to his side was stuck on the same message telling about how his wife and two daughters died in a horrible Uber taxi speeder fire. Conveniently enough, the area was supposed to be vacated as the core was scheduled to go into lockdown, where the core shielding would be lowered in order to allow for the venting process to begin.

The routine was so typical and normal and everyone knew the dangers of sticking around that security protocols had been glazed over in favor of getting back to more important things, like beating up unruly prisoners and reading. However, Karsten didn't care for any of that today. His reason for working hard on this station had just gone up in a literal plume of smoke. Life sucked harder than the vacuum of space and Karsten was sucking the ale down even faster.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen's brows furrowed and he keyed in the information, months of work from some of his best slicers and tech experts having created entire stories for this ship that only a short while ago, did not exist, not that the records would show such a thing. As for nature of arrival, he simply stated, "Emergency fueling." From there, he would simply sit back in his seat, careful to draw in his presence, creating the illusion of a person with little to no real connection with the force. Even if it was detected, he would likely appear as some untrained smuggler who might have thought he was 'lucky', a story he could easily pass with given how often such a story must have been told.

Given that no response would be given in the next few minutes, he would key into his coms. "Crimson Wolf to Traffic control, we need docking, now! We are nearing empty, and I seriously doubt there's any chance we can make it to any of the nearby systems!" Years of diplomatic work and training for various roles had made it quite easy to tinge his voice with the distressed worry.

[member="Jack Mirrikh"]
[member="Seras Goto"]
[member="Queen Sovereign"]
[member="AP-01"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

Darkness was getting old real fast. It didn’t matter that she was getting better at being blind with every passing day. No, her interest in the matter still plummeted by the minute. She'd been thrown into a large cesspool of worthless, riding a roller-coaster from depression to acceptance all the way back down to aggravation and bitterness. And that was just to keep herself from getting destructive...last thing they wanted was the Ice Queen to break these shackles and lay waste to this worthless facility for the third time.

Had much really changed?

A heavy sigh fell from the womans, shoulders hunched. The golden eyed armored female who revealed herself could not even earn a glance from the cold female as she just let her thoughts amuse her rather than these...things on the other side of the glass. In Winters mind...they were the ones in the cages. What the hell was she even going to do with herself anymore? And as the woman went on with her attempts to intimidate and evoke reaction from the Queen Winters eyes became hollow with disinterest.

Honestly the Ice Queen had had better conversations with growing glass...these dark siders all felt the same now a days. Emotionally prod, corrupt...be evil. Wear black...do the bad things for the sake of being bad...for the sake of power. If the woman had a credit for every time she'd seen it she'd be a billionaire.

These chains that bonded her would only contain her for so long. A shackle around her neck...around her wrist...ankles...all with intersecting chains. And here with meager woman was attempting to make Winter feel something...when everyone on the other-side of the glass seemed to forget...


Winter was the one in the cage.

Winter was locked in chains.

Winter...was the true threat.


Those ice cold optics lowered and narrowed upon The Butcher...Winter looked down on her. Down upon them all...even when she was in chains and at the bottom she remained on top.

"I'm sorry were you saying something?" Winter asked blankly, her expression unchanged since the bucket of bolts had entered the room. "I sometimes drown out the sound of worthless noise..." She quipped coldly...if Winter could express emotions she'd crack a smirk...but smiling was like breaking glass...it came out jagged and rough.

'Come now Butcher...did you really think you were the only one who could play this game?'

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@Vulpesen @Jack Mirrikh [member="Seras Goto"] [member="AP-01"]​

 

[Seras Goto]

[member="Queen Sovereign"]

She looked at her and listened to the one trying to come to the place. "No this game is boring, if I had my way I would have peeled the skin back already and you'd be able to stay alive while watching it." She let some of her attention go off seeing the others and didn't really react to them. "If the ship continues to insist they be let on destroy them, they are being given mercy already." She stayed there letting her eyes roam and stay on the chained up woman. She would have preferred to just torture her and see how long she could stay alive with some of the experiments. These two were less amusing to her wanting to learn about these new species throughout the galaxy then she wanted to impress anyone.