Sylvia Alvaro
Star Chaser
PORT, HOLDING CELLS
tag: Korvis Laerann | Var Talon
wearing: xXx
The question would go unanswered but truth be told it hadn't needed one - the pilot was simply being an ass. It was obvious that each one of them was in a cell because of 'trouble at the port'. So she quietened down and simply listened to the sounds around her. Someone was in the distance, no doubt antagonizing the guards and earning themselves another beating. And she could hear the sound of women sobbing, begging for mercy, and she was suddenly reminded of what happened to people in places like this - especially women.
For one moment, one split-second, her skin crawled and she remembered the feeling of hands on her body, the taste of alcohol on her lips, and she had to beat down the memories along with the urge to be sick. That had happened a lifetime ago and she wasn't the same woman anymore.
Thankfully the sudden ringing of alarms distracted her. Sylvia had known without a doubt that Var would find her with guns blazing, cutting down whoever stood in his way, but she hadn't imagined he'd trigger every god damn alarm along the way. She pushed off the wall and moved to stand in front of the energy field keeping her contained, expecting to find him waiting on the other side... except he wasn't.
The sound of the alarms was loud enough to make her ears ring but it was the flickering energy field that held her attention, and when it came down she hesitated at the threshold for only a second. She'd promised Var that she wouldn't go looking for trouble . . . but trouble had a habit of finding her. In the next instant, she was running, hands still bound at her front - gotta love freaking stun cuffs - screaming at whoever was still in their cells to get the fuck out and run.
Some listened -- those that were fresh in this hellhole, still wild and angry and unbroken. Others lingered -- those that had been beaten and broken and forced into submission.
It could be called military intuition or a Nish ability to know of those that were invisible or not seen, whatever it was Sylvia had enough wits to duck as she rounded a corner, barely dodging the grasping hands of one of the brutish guards as he tried to halt her escape. She stumbled as she corrected her balance, swearing beneath her breath as her heart kicked into overdrive as she just barely avoided the guard grabbing a handful of her hair. "Hands off nerf herder!"
Sylvia didn't stop moving and he followed. She threw herself around each corner, unsure which was led out and unsure which was Var would come from but certain that she couldn't let any of these guards get their hands on her. As she rounded another corridor she saw someone in the distance, standing over a down guard, no doubt interrogating him for the way out.
"Hey! Hey! Mister Tall, Dark and Pissed-Off!" She called out to Korvis Laerann, boots kicking up a stir of dust as she skidded past him so that he was between her and the approaching guard. "Swing, now!"