Prisoner Transport #17, OP "Fleming", Proximity to Orion Prospect
"Hey Pierce, Jerry's got the ancient CD player to work! Come back and look at this!" A voice yelled from behind the plated door of the cockpit.
"I'm supposed to be here in the cockpit until we dock."
"Did you already lock in the coordinates?"
"Yea."
"Then let the autopilots do it. You've already locked it in, you don't do anything but sit on your ass anyways."
Pierce pressed a button on the cockpit's control panel, which was flashing all over the place with lights flickering on and off and a small computer screen in the center. The cockpit door opened, and Pierce turned around in his chair to face Cole.
"Alright, but if we die, I'm gonna blame you."
Cole laughed.
"Yea ok, you can kick my ass in the great beyond." Peirce joked rolling those eyes of his.
They both went through the hatchway, with the door shutting behind them. Jerry's ancient CD player started playing "What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong. Almost immediately after the song started to play, the small computer screen flicked to life with green text scrolling across the screen.
MASSIVE ERROR - FAILURE TO ESTABLISH LINK
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The CD player continued to play music heard throughout the transport.
"I see trees of green,
Red roses too,
I see them bloom,
For me and you
And I think to myself....what a wonderful world."
The computer continued to flicker, a red square appearing in the lower right corner.
COLLISION COURSE DETECTED
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MASSIVE ERROR - FAILURE TO ESTABLISH LINK
----------~~~>ENTER NEW COORDINATES
MASSIVE ERROR
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"I see skys of blue,
And clouds of white,
The bright blessed day,
The dark sacred night."
MASSIVE ERROR
COLLISION COURSE DETECTED
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IMPACT IMMINENT
COLLISION COURSE DETECTED
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"And I think to myself, what a wonderful wor-"
The transport then rammed into the hull of Orion Prospect, a horrible sound of screeching pipes and metal tearing metal, sparks and explosions shook the insides. Outside, there was little spectacular to watch as the vacuum of space silenced the horrid screams and swallowed the flames as soon as it left the station.
Inside the station, a long constant bell-ringing alarm sounded once you could hear it through the explosion and the horrid screech.
Callus knew he could no longer taste the sweet fruit from the meadow, only their blood as they choke their final breath staring straight into the eyes of an evil darker than their own. The innocence he once held will be justified, the Eldars will be made proud and wash him of his sins.
" EMERGENCY SHUT DOWN IN SECTION 24. SYSTEM REBOOT IN TEN MINUTES." The security system sang to delightful ears.
Callus nearly jumped out of his skin when undesired and dull filled voice continued to pierce the darkness, too loud, too close. Callus felt the instinctive desire to flee, but to where? It didn't matter, he felt it was time to get the hell out of here but Callus was trembling. He held his hand out on front of his face and saw the tan skin waver in the darkness. When had he become so easily excited? When had the instinct for survival become a deep, restricting phobia?
Callus finally managed to calm himself down, and wondered if he should investigate the noise when there came a sound like no other. It was a wrenching sound, a screaming that drilled into the ears and made Callus cringe. The screeching would not stop, filling the air with the terrible noise until Callus was driven to the floor, his own groans of pain lost amid the chaos.
After the screeching subsided, he watched as his seemingly void cell grew even darker - only moments before the corridor cast a light red that baked through the window onto his cell. Callus groaned, wondering how long he would have to deal with the shrill sound of the alarm. Then he noticed the light lancing in the room. No. Cautiously, Callus padded to the door. A light tan hand reached out, and shoved lightly scraping it with his clawed hands. He'd felt the cool steel fly effortlessly outward, as if it was gliding --The door fairly fell off its hinges, landing with a loud thump and made Callus smile like the jack 'o lantern as the corridor was revealed to him.
Under his flesh his blood pumped as fast has his heart. He could barely dare to contain himself. Was he dreaming? Is it a joke by the guards? Callus took a few nervous steps out into the corridor, and his legs briefly felt weak, before he got it all together. The young man hadn't felt this energetic in a long time. He knew the blasted power would go out soon and the darkness would cover any action that was committed by inmate or guard. It began so slow...Gun shots started ringing throughout the corridors, screams of agony holding that final shred of terror, it was going to be a massacre, inmates against inmates and inmates against guards..
Callus knew there was a transport ship here just sitting there for him to activate and get the hell out of here, he had heard the guard talking about it getting sent off in a few days to pick up more mutants. The sound of footsteps caught his ear, with a dull metallic clinking that had to be guard firearms, he heard the sounds of running guards dull away in the left direction. Something was off, but he was too excited to accept what it was. He crouched to the floor behind the wall of his cell, the passed by cautiously aiming their guns recklessly around at almost nothing. As the two guards ambled by Callus stepped out behind them, grabbing one's head and breaking his neck, the crack almost too satisfying. The other screamed but was too slow to react, as Callus began beating his face into the floor painting it a dark red. Not that anyone would see it clearly. He grabbed one of the deceased's guns and combat knife. It wasn't like his weapons in which they had kept in the warden's office as trophies—speaking of which he may have to take a detour and stop by there and grab the activation key for the Transporter.
There was that same voice now it was panicked,"CONTAIN THE SPECIMEN! KILL THEM ONLY IF NECESSARY!"
The guards were going to kill everyone in this section once other halflings noticed the doors had been open, not every section had been so lucky, they were still locked in their cages and Callus had no intent to help them whatsoever.
Callus darted for the opposite direction that the guards had dissipated from. Cells started opening, first cautiously, then furiously with dozens of half human freaks jumping out and making for the opposite direction he was going. The damn fools, they should just leave while they had the chance, though they probably had went feral and crazy from being in their cells so long or so short. Some probably sought revenge.
However, that would get them shot down like game for the hunt. Guards thought they couldn't fear a prisoner, they thought they had the perfect gun to catch their prey with. Eating off the golden plates fashioned, with sharpened knives that had a sharp toothed grin. But the hunter now has become the game, and the game can't turn the tables on these predators. Predators that should have never existed.
Callus wouldn't bother correcting anybody. If he was going to run, he'd stand a better chance without dozens of inmates going in hus same direction. And with guards somewhere in that direction, he knew he was greater off not running towards certain death.
In his time moving through the warm he was thrusted against the wall and scratched across the chest, his retaliation a fist to this halfling's throat. He swiftly moved away, and hugged close to the wall to avoid further and unnecessary contact with anyone. The roars, screams and gunshots were now all one could hear. The young Spirit could taste the blood in the air..Man had created monsters out of these people by harming them, worlds and their families. Noone here for a crime, that was Section 23 and 22.
Man's wings from their Christ have been struck down and plucked for the picking just be eaten by a those they brought tortious harm to...It was going to be an extreme bloodbath and it would stain the floors and walls, while death would decorate faces.
Halflings shot down like food for grumbling bellies, whereas human blood drained for the cracked parched throats of fellow inmates to quench their thirst for their final revenge. Callus' revenge would be free his world from the human's grip by taking it to the source of the problem.. he just had to find out who was the source.
He began to pray loudly it was imperative he pray for his on coming sins,"Nai'via Eldar be my Everlasting Spirit, guide me through the storm of man's wrath.Punish me in another fashion.."There was a loud and agitated growl in front of him it made him pause in movement. The Beast, the guard dog of this entire facility, his glowing red regard sniffing out the for fear, as his dark boots smacked the cold tiled they trailed across as he if awaiting the command to attack. A grin so enormous you could see his sharpened teeth, those crimson pooled eyes shattering the existence you thought you had. Callus continued to pray knowing the huge man wouldn't make a move unless he did,"Bathe me in the bloody waters and drown my sins in the depths.Help me climb the stairway to life further from the ladder to death." His presence was only pushing Callus to act, the beast huffing a puffing in his face his foul breath agitating. Though the spirit was not ready to quite show it, he couldn't help but give him that soulless martyr's grin, the younger man's deep hued lavender orbs devouring the big man's gaze, his shadow squeezing the anger out of him. Callus was not only praying he was calculating how he would go about disposing of the altered human in his way.
"Give me peace from the sparking war, and eat the flesh of my enemies. Rid me from the wicked deeds and give me honor to die with.Bring my soul before the Amezia and wipe away my burning tears." Callus began to pray even louder, still standing before the animal of a man who was ready to attack at any move made.Callus could tell he was infuriated by the lack of terror pouring off his form, the pleasured grin had been wiped off his face.
"Allow me to step into the spring of the reborn and start anew.Let me face the Nivanian and be his sacrifice for the day.Eldar be my guide and take me as your youngling. Nai'via Eldar gives me ease as I part..."He bellowed as he right dodged a well centered strike at his face, his hand coming across forcefully on the left side of the genetically altered human's face. As if he were not fazed Callus was grabbed and thrown into the steel wall, quickly regrouping but holding his shoulder from the impact. This man was too big to fight up close and he wore a bullet proof body suit. With the exception of his face . Unless someone attacked him from behind and cut the straps to his body suit. It was the only way to really kill a man like him without his armor. But... his neck was uncovered," From your teachings..."He muttered as he was charged at, in his fear of being crushed he slide to the right of the big man quickly standing up and whirled around aiming the M-4 carbine at his head and neck pulling the trigger.
Watching him fall to the floor with holes drilled through his face and neck, he began to move on hoping good and well he could find the way to Dr. Elstand's office. He was the one above all personnel and staff here, and he had information. But he also was two floors up.
