Post by Admiral Hart on Oct 27, 2008 20:43:24 GMT -5
The prisoner transport shuttle glided softly over the icy, forboding wastes of Io. Outside the prison fascilities were nothing--no atmosphere, just the volcanic ice that made up the planet's surface. Which was fact one that made it so hard to escape from--outside the prisons were death.
"You doin' alright back there, babe?" The driver, Dane, called to the prisoner in back. There was enough room for a dozen, but there was only one woman strapped in. That woman was, unfortunately for her, Lyra. "Cause we can pull over and I can make things more comfortable.
Lyra growled from where she was fastened down.
---
"....you want the two of them....together....and ALONE? What are you on, Hart?" Thorn had asked incredulously.
"The genius of my plan." The red-headed captain had replied, smirking.
Thorn had stared at him before letting out a shaky laugh. "Well, if your man comes back half dead, don't say I didn't warn you."
"If Dane doesn't come back half dead, I will be susupcious if it's Dane."
----
Outside the foreboding, towering prison structure, no fewer than ten artillery-grade cannons focused on the transport. Reason two why no one had ever escaped.
"Halt." Came an automated voice from the door. "Submit identification and prisoner transportation codes."
Dane did as he was told. The identification was false, but the codes were accurate. The problem was, the code changed every hour on the hour to a different and random set of numbers. It had taken precision and skill to intercept the last hours codes. Once inside, however, Dane would be cut off from outside communication completely and, thus, without a fresh set of codes. Without this set of codes, this was a one way trip. Reason three.
The door, able to withstand several kilotons of explosive force, slowly slid open, and the small transport entered the airlock. The door slid closed, and, with even more artillery cannons focused on them, air began to hiss into the room, and pressure restored.
"Please exit the vehicle with the prisoner." The computerized voice ordered, the Warden being an exceptionally complicated and sophistcated computer with no fewer than twenty backup programs and five contained generators, this being reason four. Dane did as he was told, prodding Lyra with a rifle as they exited.
"Scanning for contraband." The computer said, a scan going up and down their bodies. "Gun has been passive-locked. Will only fire in an emergency."
That made Dane look like someone had kicked his puppy, but he "lead" Lyra to the airlock door, which opened and left him in a vast expanse of hallway after hallway, each hall going several stories up, and, everywhere there could be one, there was a prison cell. Some with only one prisoner, some with up to three a piece. When Dane came out, Lyra ahead of him, still in her bonds, wolf whistles and catcalls from the inmates to the both of them were yelled out.
The copper-haired Lyra growled to herself, while Dane licked the attention up like a cat did cream. After what felt like an hour of walking, they reach their destination. They knew this, because one of the computerized Warden's floating death-spheres--a metal ball that was full of weapons--was hovering before it. It was a cell, and inside, laying and staring at the ceiling, was Andromeda.
"Prisoner number 33333459876612399865, please stand and display your hands." The death-sphere asked. Andi did, and gaped when she saw the two people waiting for her. Waisting no time, Dane removed the fake safety for his gun and shot the death sphere straight through its core, disabling it. Meanwhile, Lyra removed her cuffs and took a small, sticky, one-shot computer tablet and placed it over the lock on Andi's cell. After a bit of sparking and coding, the door, and every other door in the prison, slid open.
"C'mon, Andi. We gotta make it to the prison gardens and fast." Dane said, grabbing her wrist. "It won't be long before...."
Twenty death-spheres dropped from various parts of the prison, most dealing with the riot that had started by the inmates, but a few looked the pirates' way. Panels on them slid open, revealing rocket dart launchers, laser guns, machine guns, bola launchers, tear gas bombs, and more.
Reason five.
However, even with thousands of rioting criminals and increasingly more anti-personnel robots coming out of the woodwork, Dane could not help but smirk.
He had been wrong when saving Cassi. These were the moments he lived for.
"You doin' alright back there, babe?" The driver, Dane, called to the prisoner in back. There was enough room for a dozen, but there was only one woman strapped in. That woman was, unfortunately for her, Lyra. "Cause we can pull over and I can make things more comfortable.
Lyra growled from where she was fastened down.
---
"....you want the two of them....together....and ALONE? What are you on, Hart?" Thorn had asked incredulously.
"The genius of my plan." The red-headed captain had replied, smirking.
Thorn had stared at him before letting out a shaky laugh. "Well, if your man comes back half dead, don't say I didn't warn you."
"If Dane doesn't come back half dead, I will be susupcious if it's Dane."
----
Outside the foreboding, towering prison structure, no fewer than ten artillery-grade cannons focused on the transport. Reason two why no one had ever escaped.
"Halt." Came an automated voice from the door. "Submit identification and prisoner transportation codes."
Dane did as he was told. The identification was false, but the codes were accurate. The problem was, the code changed every hour on the hour to a different and random set of numbers. It had taken precision and skill to intercept the last hours codes. Once inside, however, Dane would be cut off from outside communication completely and, thus, without a fresh set of codes. Without this set of codes, this was a one way trip. Reason three.
The door, able to withstand several kilotons of explosive force, slowly slid open, and the small transport entered the airlock. The door slid closed, and, with even more artillery cannons focused on them, air began to hiss into the room, and pressure restored.
"Please exit the vehicle with the prisoner." The computerized voice ordered, the Warden being an exceptionally complicated and sophistcated computer with no fewer than twenty backup programs and five contained generators, this being reason four. Dane did as he was told, prodding Lyra with a rifle as they exited.
"Scanning for contraband." The computer said, a scan going up and down their bodies. "Gun has been passive-locked. Will only fire in an emergency."
That made Dane look like someone had kicked his puppy, but he "lead" Lyra to the airlock door, which opened and left him in a vast expanse of hallway after hallway, each hall going several stories up, and, everywhere there could be one, there was a prison cell. Some with only one prisoner, some with up to three a piece. When Dane came out, Lyra ahead of him, still in her bonds, wolf whistles and catcalls from the inmates to the both of them were yelled out.
The copper-haired Lyra growled to herself, while Dane licked the attention up like a cat did cream. After what felt like an hour of walking, they reach their destination. They knew this, because one of the computerized Warden's floating death-spheres--a metal ball that was full of weapons--was hovering before it. It was a cell, and inside, laying and staring at the ceiling, was Andromeda.
"Prisoner number 33333459876612399865, please stand and display your hands." The death-sphere asked. Andi did, and gaped when she saw the two people waiting for her. Waisting no time, Dane removed the fake safety for his gun and shot the death sphere straight through its core, disabling it. Meanwhile, Lyra removed her cuffs and took a small, sticky, one-shot computer tablet and placed it over the lock on Andi's cell. After a bit of sparking and coding, the door, and every other door in the prison, slid open.
"C'mon, Andi. We gotta make it to the prison gardens and fast." Dane said, grabbing her wrist. "It won't be long before...."
Twenty death-spheres dropped from various parts of the prison, most dealing with the riot that had started by the inmates, but a few looked the pirates' way. Panels on them slid open, revealing rocket dart launchers, laser guns, machine guns, bola launchers, tear gas bombs, and more.
Reason five.
However, even with thousands of rioting criminals and increasingly more anti-personnel robots coming out of the woodwork, Dane could not help but smirk.
He had been wrong when saving Cassi. These were the moments he lived for.
