Condemn

"I am, very much so." He said not even looking at the guards dumb expressions. They really shouldn't have aloud this but he could just play stupid later on. It was quite easy to play the guards... "I don't believe I have seen much of you outside of your cell, is this your first time in a while? I am assuming your not very social then." He said making up an excuse just so the guards wouldn't think about her rule set. He would rather talk to her for a while, mainly to see where it would go. He never had talked to someone quite like her and hoped she would be rather unpredictable.

The best part about talking to someone knew was it kept his mind from going to all the mistakes he had made and those of which he would constantly beat himself up on for being so nieve. He hoped talking to her would lead to a good conversation but you could never tell...
 
Ghriin had honestly only a very scant idea of an escape plan, but that went out the window as she was tugged along elsewhere. She was stealthy, and could show the captain how to stay out of sight while they made their escape, but the captain had other plans. "Watch the metal plates, stay quiet, hush your steps," she whispered to her new friend, almost in a sigh. She heard footsteps and drug herself to the ground outside of sight, beckoning for the captain to follow her in her spot. "C'mon, doll," she teased.
 
Madel chuckled as she followed the girl to her hiding spot. She watched in silence as the guard stomped on by, then, when she figured it was safe enough, she whispered to the girl, "Where we headed?" As much as Madel was used to being the "leader" this was a good way to size up the girl; see what she could do. So far she had high expectations for this one, but she was sure not to get her hopes up too high; she didn't want to be let down when the girl ended getting them both killed. But so far, from what Made had seen, that was unlikely, which was good news for Madel; she rather liked living.
 
Ghriin had an idea... But it would take more than just the two of them to achieve. "Your ship's docked here, right? Or is it not?" She peeked out both sides of the hallway and smiled. "Either way, I have a plan, but we need a few things, first. One, we need a blueprint of this station." She sighed in frustration at this next part, wondering what the captain had up her sleeve for this part. "And we're going to need a few other inmates." It was likely that floorplans would be laid out across the station to accommodate the new recruits, so the first task would be relatively easy. "We need to get to the port and get your ship if it's there. If not, we can just snag a new one, and either leave yours wherever it is, or find it, which will, of course, be up to you." Her mind now off the idea of whatever crew the captain might want, she felt confident once more about her plan. Sometimes it just helps to get her mind off the bad.
An old man stands in the middle of a high security cell. It just so happens to be that today is the day he will break out of his cell. Though it was only a couple years ago he was incarcerated, it is only now he will be acknowledged.

What shall we acknowledge him as?

Prisoner 7264558-H

Try again.

Fhres Cosntat'nin

His name is Fhres. As was previously stated, today is the day of your escape. A number of guards are scattered outside your room. You have a variety of interests. You have a passion for theology. You like to inquire with others about their religion, but these often end in heated, one-sided arguments. You have a fondness for protecting the Smugglers of Paradise, of which many are incarcerated here.

What will you do?

Retrieve arms from holsters

Your arms are in the prisoner possession hold, Prisoner.

Then I suppose you'll just have to sit and wait.

A young man stands in the middle of his cell, a young lady sits in the corner, brooding. Due to a violent outburst on her part, the cell is padded. The young man and lady, respectively are acknowledged as...

Prisoners 7559412-H and 7559413-P

Stop calling them that.

Gmor and Vedsik

Their names are Gmor and Vedsik, respectively. As was previously mentioned, you are both in a padded cell due to a violent outburst on Vedsik's part. You each tend to share a variety of interests. You both have a passion for the well-being of others. You both enjoy talking about feelings, and are rather secretive about it. You have a fondness for other cultures, and sometimes dabble in intercultural literature. You also like to help others, but not in this particular moment.

What will you do?

Vedsik: destroy padded cell

If only it were that simple. You've tried before, but sadly, your cybernetics have been deactivated and only serve as basic limbs right now, save for your neural accelerators, which keep you sane.

Then I'll suppose you two have to wait as well.
 
When he mentioned her lack of social activities, a deep, low purr-like laugh came from her throat and pulled the corners of her mouth into a snarl of a smirk. She had already been smirking, especially when he admitted to enjoying himself. Juri had to admit she'd been very unprofessional and rather stupid for not doing her research or staying alert of the other criminals. She had been denied any information by her captors, but regardless, she should have found a way to collect information. Shame swelled back the back of her mind, tail whipping upon instinct. Despite her failure, now was time to utilize her skills and find a way to escape—one way or another. She was lucky though. First time out and already making connections, question was, would he prove useful? Another question, what was prison etiquette? Then again, offending a criminal wasn't exactly her biggest worry.

"So, what're you in for?" Her voice was all purr, She was leaning in, arms crossed against her crossed legs, tail flicking. One eyebrow was raised. She could feel the guards move behind her. They weren't on the verge of interrupting, not just yet. She didn't bother to glance over her shoulder. They deserved to be ignored.
 
"Well, lets see. I killed a couple of people." He said to her as she half leaned closer to him and started to purr. She definitely was going to be unpredictable. "I think what I'm really here for is avoiding the police and assassinating a couple world leaders. Nothing big." He tried to keep it modest without lying. It wasn't a couple world leaders it was over thirty and he didn't only avoid the police he avoided bounty hunters and everything else they tried to send after him. A slight smile appeared on his face as she flicked her tail and was purring, she seemed to be ignoring her guards and with a simple glance he could tell they were getting unnerved. He thought about asking them to sit but he knew that would only bring upsuspicion. "What about you?" He said really just to continue the conversation. Almost no one had quite a different story, he had only met two or three of them that were extraordinary.
 
This girl had certainly thought ahead, further than Madel. "I would prefer to grab my ship, but if that's not an option then I'll live. But let's burn that bridge when get to it," Madel wasn't sure if she had gotten the metaphor right. "But I do like your plan, very much," Madel added in a wink just for the fun of it. Then she turned to the thought of a crew. As much as she would like to have her old one back, that wasn't an option, and she would just have to get over it. "Well most of my old crew is dead, sadly. It would've made things easier, but oh well." She let out a little sigh before going on, "But I've already started compiling a list in my head for possible candidates. I'll run it by you later." She took a quick glance over her shoulder. "Maybe we should find a better spot first." Madel began to move away before turning back and saying, "We're partners in crime now, and there's no turning back." She smiled sweetly and assured, "We're going to have fun!"
 
Ghriin nodded and stood still for a moment to listen for conversation. They were in a rather secluded area. "I'd say we'd have a better chance finding our crew if we can get our hands on a map. But I think we also need to disable the alarms. That's something I'm pretty good at. I hacked your cell, didn't I? I can hack other things, too, y'know." She clicked her tongue and beckoned for Madel to come. "I do happen to know where the main alarm is located. If I either hack it successfully, or manage to replace a few key wires, I can disable it and we can get a bit rough trying to find the map, or when we need to get away from the guards, or kill them. I don't mind, I think they're despicable, anyway. You might want to hear about who's here, first, though. We might try to get our hands on a manifest to achieve the same ends. Always helps to define your plans as you go."
 
The sound of air puffing through a soft tube, accompanied by the occasional squishing sounds, sent all of Lactra's guards squirming where they stood. He was blowing into the valves of the dead guard's heart, trying to play it like a musical instrument. He knew it was futile; all of the chambers were way too soft for any noise that resembled music to come out. He just liked doing it to disgust the guards. Their reactions were more entertainment than any serenade.

"Huh," he said. "Hearts beat, but I can't play it like a drum. I've heard of heartstrings, but this one doesn't have anything like that, and even blowing into it isn't getting any music going. *sigh* He was so much more entertaining when he was screaming."

"Knock it off!" one of the guards yelled at him.

"Or what?" Lactra retorted. "Seriously - are you going to come in here and teach me a lesson? I very much doubt it. So what are you going to do?"

The guard turned away from the clear door.

"That's what I thought," he said. Unfortunately, that avenue of entertainment seemed exhausted, so he tried something new. "Does it bother you that I've got your friend in here, and I can do anything I want to him, and all you can do is watch?"

The guard's hands gripped his gun tightly.

"It does! Well, it may interest you to know that I've saved the penis, if that'll make you feel better."

The guard turned and stuck the barrel of his gun into one of the airholes in Lactra's big plastic door. He fired three shots into the wall behind, and Lactra only laughed at the display.

"Aaaahhahahaha! There we go! Let's see a little fire! I think you need some stress relief. How about I give you his balls to squeeze? Hahahaaa!"
 
"Assassination," she repeated in a purr, nodding her head as her tail flicked while she digested the answer. Who he had bumped off must have been important, for him to be locked up here. Not all leaders were considered "important"—so just who had he killed? If they were going to omit, she might as well keep things short, "Sounds exciting. I'm an illegal immigrant who happens to like fire. And blood" She grinned, nearly ear to ear, voice rolling with a dangerous playful ring.

Behind her, the guards began to prep for escorting the female terrorist back to her cell. She had a right to be here as long as desired, right? It was boring for them, as they had to watch and perform even more effort in keeping an eye on her than they wanted. Yet their attention always held more effort when she had to bathe. Pathetic, very pathetic. She shuddered at the thought, and then something hit her: a plan with two possible outcomes. She couldn't let it slip through her grasp, and just as the guards grumbled beneath their breath, agreeing it was time to wrap things up, she leaned in real close to the auburn-haired male.

"How about we go back to your cell and have some fun?" Shimmering from her big eyes was not the craving for sexual pleasure, but something much deeper, something much more enticing. Her tail swayed back and forth. Her predicted outcomes were either the guards wouldn't oppose in hopes of getting a show or this human criminal held special privileges and they could actually get some privacy; privacy, sadly for the man, would not lead to sex but plotting for escape. Truth be told, even if things got steamy, there would most likely be no sex, as she happened to have a little extra something most men found revolting. As a teenager, she was nearly raped by one of her guerilla leaders until he discovered her self-reproductive organ. She had means of controlling it, hiding it, but considering she'd never had sex before, who knows how much she could control it in the end.

Her offer weighed heavy in the air as if the words made of brick. One of the guards stepped up, forcing the muzzle of his gun into her arm, "I don't think so. We're locking you back up."

The other two guards looked at each other before interrupting, "There's nothing that says she can't, but she must be under supervision at all times." Had he not caught himself, he would have continued his response with a lingering, "So…"

Perverted men could be so predictable. Now, it was all up to her new acquaintance. And, despite the gun being jabbed into her arm, she hadn't moved her eyes off the male human sitting next to her.
 
He listened as she continued to purr and flicked her tail a little more before she practically told him she was a terrorist without getting to the point. She had a nice big smile and he had a feeling she had a blood lust, her ring in her voice was another hint to that. He noticed the guards were losing interest fast and he wondered how much time he would have to talk to her. Directly after his wonder they started to get ready for a high threat escort and he figured he knew who that was for. He leaned back when she asked 'How about we go back to your cell and have some fun?' He had a feeling by that she wasn't talking about sexual wants, or even any sexual purpose. She wanted to talk about something different which caught his interest... well either way he was interested. A guy really couldn't say no to such a seductive woman. A guard pointed a gun to her but she didn't flinch or even look at him and he basically told her no however another guard butted in his two sense and convinced, whom he thought was her head guard, that they should let them. They defiantly took it as sexual so he figured he would play it just as that.

He smiled and said "I guess we could have some fun." He stood as two of the guards looked at him thankfully then he helped her up with a hand and put an arm around her which caused the guards to grow uneasy again. That didn't mater it was the only way he could talk to her privately while they walked. "I have a feeling your not talking about sex." He started in a trained whisper. If she had enhanced hearing from human standards she would be able to hear it. He already did a check and non of the guards currently guarding her had hearing any better than a humans so it could be used to their advantage. "I think we should lead them on to think it will be until we get to the cell. At least they wouldn't rethink their decision if we make it look promising."
 
Being judgmental of others had been a great tool for the feline; she could assess a situation based on the people around her, and this time around it truly paid off. The human was sharp. He got it, just as she hoped. When he wrapped an arm around her, Juni was careful to fight her instincts and not throw him over her shoulder. She was also careful not to flinch, as showing apprehension would play against her. This male was good. He had slipped right into the act and that earned him a real smile—she enjoyed the thrill of working with talented collaborators. Things had grown much more interesting than she'd expected. Her tall ears listened carefully and she pressed her lips against his neck and whispered, "Something tells me I won't be disappointed."

The guards were muttering crass and insipid things under their breath. There were times she wished she didn't have such intense hearing. Some things you just don't want to hear.

Juni allowed the male to lead her down the corridors to his cell. With the guards lingering at their backs and talking crap, she was able to keep their quiet conversation going, "What do I call you, playboy?"

She would need to know if he could be trusted. Things were going smooth, but luck had never been on her side.
 
"Call me playboy in front of the guards. See how they react." He said still with the trained whisper. He was happy to find out she knew what she was doing, her whisper looked more like a kiss than anything "When we are in the cell just call me Zain." He said continuing to walk down the long corridors leading to his cell. After a second he noticed one of the guards was looking at him and he felt that the guards were getting suspicions. "So do you always do these kind of things with guys you just met?" He asked with a smirk like he was a perverted player that was only interested in her goods. He slightly rubbed her back before returning it to the position he was at. He knew he couldn't do too much or the guards would find it weird that all of a sudden he was pulling moves on her after walking so long doing nothing but rubbing her shoulder.

"The cell is around the corner." He said taking a turn into low security. His cell had a tinted window so he could see out but they couldn't see in unless they opened the door. It was on the inner part of the ship because it used to be high security until they changed it for him so he could have privacy. He opened the door and led her in before closing it. "We should be good now, soundproof glass," He explained taking a seat on his bed "We can talk normally." He wondered if she would be impressed by his cell. It was the best furnished in the whole ship, even some of the guards chambers weren't as nice, and he had an extensive collection of 'books'.
 
She had laughed hearty at the idea of calling him 'playboy' in front of the guards. It would definitely have worked up the more perverted guard—the one who had been in charge of keeping her watch had the mistaken idea she was his property. He hadn't been able to touch her, but ordering her around every day, stuffing a gun in face at every given chance, had given some notion that she was under his control. Some men had that kind of illness.

'Zain,' the feline noted mentally. As they had entered the private cell, the guards had begun to oppose the idea, stating they had to be in the room with them. But their argument was overruled. It was Zain's cell and, with the guards right outside, very much under surveillance. It was nice to finally have not a single aggressive glance on her. Her eyes widened at the cell. It was more like a small apartment. Her ears and tail flicked eagerly as she took in the comfort of the room.

"Nice place, Zain. And for the record, you are the first man who's got me into his place." She stood, watching him get comfortable on the cushy bed. "What did you do to score a room like this? You in bed with the Warden?" She laughed, hands on her hips. It was time to cut to the chase, but after seeing this setup, it was hard to tell if he could be trusted. "I want out, and I've got tools. I'm just lacking the opportunity." Lacking means of escape was a problem, too. They were floating through outer space. A ship was a key element. But, she could figure that out later.
 
"I just played good until I was able to get buddy buddy with some guards." he said with a smirk, their really not that bright." he stood up when she told him she wanted out and pulled out a book. "Inside was a folded piece of paper and he pulled it out. "Here, a map of the ship. I have free rain for where I want to go with few exeptions." he said walking around her as she looked at it "That's the ships docks. You should find something of use there. That the security room. And that's the guards wing." he said pointing out blanks on the map that he drew himself. "We are here. I think they have a captain on bored over here. She wants out and it's rummered her ships still in the holding bay." he explained. Basicaly we start by blocking the guards wing, that way we only have to deal with the few guards that are here at all times. We can do that threw security by air locking the door. We get the captain and she drives us out." he said returning to the bed. "It's not perfect but it pretty dam close. Just a couple of problems. We need a lock picker. I can only do mechanical, we need electronical. We also need some extra muscle to get us past the guards, someone who's a living weapon."
 
The ancient Setla'Sisha man smirked as he heard gunfire off in Lactra's cell. He felt like now was a good time to stir up some trouble. He didn't like anybody employed here, he felt they all oppressed him, so he tended to start problems. He stood up and faced at his cell door with a smirk, examining them through his visor. "Hey, djin'nkeos, you got a problem your buddy got ate up by a sentient monster? Maybe you were better off leaving him where he was, you stitlu'mekas, save you some trouble. While you're at it, give us a show, shoot us all, you know, blow off some steam. Kefla knows you can't hit a damn thing, moret'oclois!" It was very likely the guards would get all pissy and go over to do as he asked and shoot through a whole in his cell door. Luckily, his honed reactions and strength of ancients would allow him to play with the guard a bit.

Sure enough, one came over, stuck the barrel of his gun in his cell, growled about how he asked for it, and let off a few shots. After the last shot was let off, Fhres quickly grabbed the barrel tightly and dropped, pulling on he barrel of the gun and causing it to bend. "Whoops, you're stuck now, stitlu'meka! Togu'rrat feruto, ne'e sha'h?" Oh, damn, he was mad now. "YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS YOU SON OF A BITCH I SWEAR TO GOD YOU WILL BEG TO DIE THREE TIMES WHEN I'M DONE WITH YOU, YOU GODDAMN SON OF A BITCH!" "Ehh, keep cursing, djin'nkeo. See how far it gets you. Wabra'stitles godus'necatal mitak, gineo wabra'contarle sha'h" The ignorant guard obviously had no idea what he was saying, of course, because Andhi'Languis wasn't very well known to the world, and it was harder then all Hell to learn if it wasn't your first language.
 
Lactra laughed at his fellow psychopath's taunts, banging his metal hook against the wall.

"AAAHAHAHAAAA! Wonderful! Now we've got a party going! Isn't this fun? I think it's fun!"

"Shut up!" yelled the guard as he bashed at his clear door.

"Why don't you?" Lactra retorted. "This it the first time I've gotten to talk to anyone interesting since I got here. 'ey, xeno sapien? When we get outta this, can I interest you in a barbeque? I'm real good behind a grill. We can have our friends here join us."

The guard stuck the barrel of his gun into the hole and shot at Lactra again. Once more it didn't hit him and he just laughed.
 
While the idea of a luncheon with a known cannibal wasn't really appetizing, Fhres led on the guards along with his new - and yet still untrusted - friend. "Oh, you'll be happy to know I prefer a nice jerked breast of whatever you can get your hands on. Although, I imagine, these insiup ikari probabl jerk something else plenty on their own."

Euphemisms. A favored joke in his arsenal. He may be a monk, but that didn't mean he had to be a chaste man. In fact, for an ancient, at over two hundred years, he had a somewhat crude and sexual sense of humor. "Jerked meat don't taste so good right now, when I think about it."
 
Madel listened to the girl as she plotted and planed. It never hurt to have a game plan, and in a high-security compound such as the Condemn it was probably necessary. But Madel always did have a love for the thrill that came with doing things head on and half blind; that's probably what got her caught. She sighed to herself; the girl was right and Madel best play by her rules for awhile, but it would take some getting used to; following orders of another was not her strong suit. "Aye, must we plan this to death?" she sighed to herself. Her face then soured as the girl beckoned her as a dog; a strong blow to Madel's pride as she obeyed. "So, alarm, manifest, map, team?" she recited the order. "Ship, then run like hell?" Madel couldn't wait to get her hands on that manifest; knowing whom of her team remained would put her mind at ease. "Though," she questioned, "how long 'till they find out the alarms been cut?" They couldn't afford to raise suspicious.
 
"Mm-mmn, even if they figure it out, if I'm successfully able to hack it, it'll lock them out of the system, so a mechanic or technician can't fix it. Of course, if have to cross wires, we'll have to assassinate every technician or mechanic onboard. To that effect, we're still going to need the manifest." It would take only a little while longer for the two to sneak into the wing of the ship where the main alarm was. In preparation, Ghriin pricked her thumb on her hair tie, ready to kill and perform her deed. "Once we have them rolling blind without alarms, the manifest and the map should be easy to acquire. We can just steal a map from one of the displays they have for the new recruits. A manifest would require me to hack into a computer, if there isn't a printed version."
 
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