Post by Dr. Andromeda Reyes on Oct 27, 2008 10:58:22 GMT -5
The trial and sentencing of Andromeda Reyes had been laughibly short. The slender woman had stood in front of a magistrate, her thin wrists shackled with heavy titanium cuffs chained to the steel desk in front of her, while Captain Anabelle LeValle and her parents all came forward and levied charges against her.
Kidnapping, Grand Theft of government "property," obstruction of justice, aiding and abetting piracy, aggrivated assault on a government official with the intent to kill. The Magistrate heard all of the complaints against her, looking bored and nonplussed, then reached for his gavel and struck three times, declaring her guilty and sentencing her to life in prison on the moon of Io.
Andromeda was so in shock, she couldn't seem to summon up the proper amount of horror that that should have produced. Instead she just stared forward rather blankly, the left side of her face still lividly bruised from the blow she'd taken a few days ago. Captain LeValle had left immediately after the sentencing. Her parents, however, had lingered, loping closer. Andromeda stared at them coldly while one of the officers started unfastening the chains holding her down.
Her father--Juan Reyes--was a tall man. She got her height from him, as well as his Hispanic features--the inky hair, golden brown eyes and the coppery skintone. Two years hadn't changed the thin man much, save to add a few more silvery tendrils at his temples. His face was still as hawk-like and disapproving as ever.
Her mother--Eugenia Reyes--was shorter and curvy. Cassi took a lot after their Caucasian mother, with only her faintly coppery skin coming from her father. Two years hadn't changed the woman at all, still looking like she was prepared to step out into a social function on Mars at a moment's notice, millions of dollars worth of facial reconstruction keeping her looking in her mid-thirties rather than the near-sixty she had actually lived, her golden hair free of a single white or silver strand.
They used to stare at her with such pride in their eyes. Maybe selfish pride, but it had been pride just the same. Now they sneered down at her like she was street scum clinging to the soles of their shoes. Her own parents. It hurt more than she thought it could, though Hart would be proud of her.
Not an ounce of her anguish showed in her cold, emotionless stare.
"Do you have any idea the shame you've brought upon this family?" her mother demanded, tone sickened. "Kidnapping your sister and taking up with pirates and criminals!"
"Those pirates and criminals are more humanitarian than you will ever be," she murmured, tone soft with a quiet dignity. "They would never sell their own flesh and blood to the government to keep their gambling debts paid," her gold eyes cut to her father, then back to her mother, "or keep her face looking thirty years younger than it should." The guard removed the chains, and pulled her arms behind her back, refastening the cuffs and securing her. Andromeda barely reacted to it. "I'd take them over you, any day." Now her eyes narrowed, a spark of fury making her voice tremble, as well as a thread of unmistakable, tender emotion as she finished with, "and when Jonah Hart finds out what you've done to us, there won't be a hole deep enough for you to crawl into that can keep you safe."
Her mother gasped, growing a shade pale, while father flushed angrily, expression ugly. "No doubt you've become his whore on top of everything else," he sneered hatefully. "You're utterly ruined, Andromeda. Disowned is far too kind of a word. You're going to Io now, my dear, and there will be no leaving it," he finished snidely, triumphantly. "Do not think to contact me either, begging for mercy or clemency. You are dead to me, do you understand? Dead."
Andromeda didn't say anything more. Her father finally nodded, and the guard took her by the upper arm, yanking her away from the sentencing room and heading for processing.
Being processed for prison was an extremely uncomfortable, humiliating experience. After having DNA Ident scans to put her in the computer systems, Andromeda was taken to a small room and stripped completely bare, searched thoroughly, and then dressed in dull, rust-brown inmate issues. Then she was taken to a transport, still cuffed, and spent an hour and a half in the uncomfortable position while she was taken to her assigned cell block, so long that both of her arms fell asleep.
Then they arrived, leaving the transport and entering a cold, unforgiving building that matched so many others on the surface of Io, which couldn't be termed as anything more pleasant than a hole in the ground. Andromeda was pulled down the halls by her arms, flinching a little at the raucous yelling and shrieking, banging and chaos taking place around her from the other female prisoners already locked up around her. Andromeda was taken to her cell, pulled inside and then her cuffs were finally removed. She rubbed a little at her sore wrists, jerking a little when the door slammed shut behind her and the energy bars flared to life with a low hum.
Finally alone in the tiny room, Andromeda let her defenses drop down. Her whole body started to tremble in throes as the slender female slowly made her way to the cot and gingerly sat down. Her breathing hitched, staring around at her surroundings with wide, stricken eyes. This was it. She was in prison. On Io. No one had ever escaped on Io. Even the infamous Pirate Captain Hart feared this place. And now she was trapped here, probably forever.
Two tears leaked down her bruised cheeks as Andromeda slowly drew her knees up to her chest, her arms wrapping around them and trying to hold herself together as the walls started closing in. She'd have to get used to it somehow. This was to become her new reality. No one had ever escaped from Io, no one. She was stuck here for the rest of her life, there was nothing that she or even Hart would be able to do about that.
And despite that knowledge, Andromeda found her thoughts drifting elsewhere, the greatest portion of her fear and dread reserved for someone else. Oh Cassi, she whimpered in her mind, more tears slipping loose. Then she screwed them shut and started praying with all her might.
Not for her own rescue, but that Hart would be able to find her sister, and keep her safe without her.
Kidnapping, Grand Theft of government "property," obstruction of justice, aiding and abetting piracy, aggrivated assault on a government official with the intent to kill. The Magistrate heard all of the complaints against her, looking bored and nonplussed, then reached for his gavel and struck three times, declaring her guilty and sentencing her to life in prison on the moon of Io.
Andromeda was so in shock, she couldn't seem to summon up the proper amount of horror that that should have produced. Instead she just stared forward rather blankly, the left side of her face still lividly bruised from the blow she'd taken a few days ago. Captain LeValle had left immediately after the sentencing. Her parents, however, had lingered, loping closer. Andromeda stared at them coldly while one of the officers started unfastening the chains holding her down.
Her father--Juan Reyes--was a tall man. She got her height from him, as well as his Hispanic features--the inky hair, golden brown eyes and the coppery skintone. Two years hadn't changed the thin man much, save to add a few more silvery tendrils at his temples. His face was still as hawk-like and disapproving as ever.
Her mother--Eugenia Reyes--was shorter and curvy. Cassi took a lot after their Caucasian mother, with only her faintly coppery skin coming from her father. Two years hadn't changed the woman at all, still looking like she was prepared to step out into a social function on Mars at a moment's notice, millions of dollars worth of facial reconstruction keeping her looking in her mid-thirties rather than the near-sixty she had actually lived, her golden hair free of a single white or silver strand.
They used to stare at her with such pride in their eyes. Maybe selfish pride, but it had been pride just the same. Now they sneered down at her like she was street scum clinging to the soles of their shoes. Her own parents. It hurt more than she thought it could, though Hart would be proud of her.
Not an ounce of her anguish showed in her cold, emotionless stare.
"Do you have any idea the shame you've brought upon this family?" her mother demanded, tone sickened. "Kidnapping your sister and taking up with pirates and criminals!"
"Those pirates and criminals are more humanitarian than you will ever be," she murmured, tone soft with a quiet dignity. "They would never sell their own flesh and blood to the government to keep their gambling debts paid," her gold eyes cut to her father, then back to her mother, "or keep her face looking thirty years younger than it should." The guard removed the chains, and pulled her arms behind her back, refastening the cuffs and securing her. Andromeda barely reacted to it. "I'd take them over you, any day." Now her eyes narrowed, a spark of fury making her voice tremble, as well as a thread of unmistakable, tender emotion as she finished with, "and when Jonah Hart finds out what you've done to us, there won't be a hole deep enough for you to crawl into that can keep you safe."
Her mother gasped, growing a shade pale, while father flushed angrily, expression ugly. "No doubt you've become his whore on top of everything else," he sneered hatefully. "You're utterly ruined, Andromeda. Disowned is far too kind of a word. You're going to Io now, my dear, and there will be no leaving it," he finished snidely, triumphantly. "Do not think to contact me either, begging for mercy or clemency. You are dead to me, do you understand? Dead."
Andromeda didn't say anything more. Her father finally nodded, and the guard took her by the upper arm, yanking her away from the sentencing room and heading for processing.
Being processed for prison was an extremely uncomfortable, humiliating experience. After having DNA Ident scans to put her in the computer systems, Andromeda was taken to a small room and stripped completely bare, searched thoroughly, and then dressed in dull, rust-brown inmate issues. Then she was taken to a transport, still cuffed, and spent an hour and a half in the uncomfortable position while she was taken to her assigned cell block, so long that both of her arms fell asleep.
Then they arrived, leaving the transport and entering a cold, unforgiving building that matched so many others on the surface of Io, which couldn't be termed as anything more pleasant than a hole in the ground. Andromeda was pulled down the halls by her arms, flinching a little at the raucous yelling and shrieking, banging and chaos taking place around her from the other female prisoners already locked up around her. Andromeda was taken to her cell, pulled inside and then her cuffs were finally removed. She rubbed a little at her sore wrists, jerking a little when the door slammed shut behind her and the energy bars flared to life with a low hum.
Finally alone in the tiny room, Andromeda let her defenses drop down. Her whole body started to tremble in throes as the slender female slowly made her way to the cot and gingerly sat down. Her breathing hitched, staring around at her surroundings with wide, stricken eyes. This was it. She was in prison. On Io. No one had ever escaped on Io. Even the infamous Pirate Captain Hart feared this place. And now she was trapped here, probably forever.
Two tears leaked down her bruised cheeks as Andromeda slowly drew her knees up to her chest, her arms wrapping around them and trying to hold herself together as the walls started closing in. She'd have to get used to it somehow. This was to become her new reality. No one had ever escaped from Io, no one. She was stuck here for the rest of her life, there was nothing that she or even Hart would be able to do about that.
And despite that knowledge, Andromeda found her thoughts drifting elsewhere, the greatest portion of her fear and dread reserved for someone else. Oh Cassi, she whimpered in her mind, more tears slipping loose. Then she screwed them shut and started praying with all her might.
Not for her own rescue, but that Hart would be able to find her sister, and keep her safe without her.