Broken Earth. (CLOSED & STARTED)
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Sorry everyone, I've been busy lately. Managed to get hold of Sniper: Ghost warrior yesterday.
So, without further adue...
Broken Earth
The prison ship "Unity" floated listlessly through human occupied space. Its 3 mile long chassis creaked and groaned under the weight of itself, it might have been the most secret high max security prison in the solar system, but it wasn't the Ritz. Shiro Tanaka and the inmates of the Unity knew this only too well, it may be a Rossi class star ship usually used to ferry high ups of the government around the Earth-Luna straits, but this wasn't a luxury ferry. It was a prison ship. And what happened on the Unity stayed on the Unity.
Up...Down...Up...Down. Shiro hit 100 and stopped. To many press ups before the evening meal could potentially fuck up his internal balance. Space was weird on the stomach. Of course, he thought evening, he was in space and constantly moving. There wasn't a fixed time for food or lights out. Indeed the governor acted on a whim, but there were rules that gave the prisoners some immunity. The governor couldn't put glass in their food on a whim.
The klaxon sounded and the cell doors opened electrically. Shiro stood up out of bed, Jeremy from the next cell stood out at the same time. They both nodded to each other, no talking until they reached the mess room. Grey uniformed guards lined the routes and their guns didn't have a safety catch. One step out of line and you received a bullet in the head, or several.
Shiro reached the red line that signified the smallest inkling of freedom they owned on the ship. He grabbed his tray and waited in the line, but something was different. Some prisoners buzzed excitedly, and there was shouting. When he got to the food he realised what was going on. Selected prisoners were getting top quality food, roast meats, fresh vegetables. And some were getting slop. He got the roast dinner. Why? Shiro peered at it suspiciously,
It doesn't look tampered with, is it poisoned? He looked around to see other prisoners eating voraciously... and not dropping down dead.
He sat down on the top most corner table in the left of the room, his friends (you lot) were already there. He smiled, he may be in prison, but at least he shared it with colourful spirits.
So, without further adue...
Broken Earth
The prison ship "Unity" floated listlessly through human occupied space. Its 3 mile long chassis creaked and groaned under the weight of itself, it might have been the most secret high max security prison in the solar system, but it wasn't the Ritz. Shiro Tanaka and the inmates of the Unity knew this only too well, it may be a Rossi class star ship usually used to ferry high ups of the government around the Earth-Luna straits, but this wasn't a luxury ferry. It was a prison ship. And what happened on the Unity stayed on the Unity.
Up...Down...Up...Down. Shiro hit 100 and stopped. To many press ups before the evening meal could potentially fuck up his internal balance. Space was weird on the stomach. Of course, he thought evening, he was in space and constantly moving. There wasn't a fixed time for food or lights out. Indeed the governor acted on a whim, but there were rules that gave the prisoners some immunity. The governor couldn't put glass in their food on a whim.
The klaxon sounded and the cell doors opened electrically. Shiro stood up out of bed, Jeremy from the next cell stood out at the same time. They both nodded to each other, no talking until they reached the mess room. Grey uniformed guards lined the routes and their guns didn't have a safety catch. One step out of line and you received a bullet in the head, or several.
Shiro reached the red line that signified the smallest inkling of freedom they owned on the ship. He grabbed his tray and waited in the line, but something was different. Some prisoners buzzed excitedly, and there was shouting. When he got to the food he realised what was going on. Selected prisoners were getting top quality food, roast meats, fresh vegetables. And some were getting slop. He got the roast dinner. Why? Shiro peered at it suspiciously,
It doesn't look tampered with, is it poisoned? He looked around to see other prisoners eating voraciously... and not dropping down dead.
He sat down on the top most corner table in the left of the room, his friends (you lot) were already there. He smiled, he may be in prison, but at least he shared it with colourful spirits.
This is where you lot come in, Say your story, your thoughts, what you do while you're in your cell and such like, then join me for dinner. Remember I arrived late so you can talk to yourselves for a bit, you know, banter and other things inmates do.
Stonewall poked at his food suspicously. "I'd rather starve than eat poison." He turned to the rest of the group. He wanted to tell them, but it was just a gut instinct.
Jeremy sat at the food, watching it with eager eyes. For so long he had been starved of a decent meal, the closest thing to that kind of food being the table-spoons of gray slop they gave the prisoners every hour. Jeremy began to sweat, eagerly scanning the room for cameras. There was nothing in sight, except the food, the inmates, and the room around them. Jeremy closed his eyes, and took a few deep breaths in. He closed himself off from the space around him, and prayed, silently, in his head. It felt so good to connect with God again, to thank the Lord for every moment of life Jeremy had been granted, for everything around him, even the food that was in front of him now. Ending his prayer, Jeremy sank his teeth into what was on offer, tearing it apart like paper.
The food had no taste to Jeremy. Being stuck with that shite for so long, living with it, forcing oneself to accept it as the one thing that sustains you besides God, made everything else feel so...hollow. The meats felt like ash, slowly brushing against a dry tongue. The wines were reminiscent of water, though totally different, dull and simple all the same. After filling himself on what had been a disappointing meal, Jeremy sat, trying to enjoy it the best he could. He believed this to be some kind of cruel trickery, giving them a luxury meal for no other reason than to make them miss it when they started to rot in their cells again. Jeremy prayed again, silently, making no gestures. Living aboard Unity was almost a good thing, compared to the organised hell below...but not by much. Not by much at all.
The food had no taste to Jeremy. Being stuck with that shite for so long, living with it, forcing oneself to accept it as the one thing that sustains you besides God, made everything else feel so...hollow. The meats felt like ash, slowly brushing against a dry tongue. The wines were reminiscent of water, though totally different, dull and simple all the same. After filling himself on what had been a disappointing meal, Jeremy sat, trying to enjoy it the best he could. He believed this to be some kind of cruel trickery, giving them a luxury meal for no other reason than to make them miss it when they started to rot in their cells again. Jeremy prayed again, silently, making no gestures. Living aboard Unity was almost a good thing, compared to the organised hell below...but not by much. Not by much at all.
Sean looked at his food, examining every detail of the roast. He stood up and took a quick look around the room. Noticing that many people were eating the food and not dropping dead, he took another look at his meal. "It sure looks good doesn't it..." He noticed that Jeremy had eaten his meal. "Well, at least I'll go with a full belly." he thought as he took the first bite of his meal. After one bite, he suddenly spit out a piece of the roast. "Oh my god, that was disgusting!" He threw out the rest of his meal, saving the wine so he wouldn't be dehydrated.
"I wouldn't eat it if I were you, Stonewall." said Sean. "It tastes like shit. Another meal like this and I might have to discuss recipes with Stanley."
"I wouldn't eat it if I were you, Stonewall." said Sean. "It tastes like shit. Another meal like this and I might have to discuss recipes with Stanley."
"Count your blessings. You never know how many you have left. I've eaten, I'm not dead. Indulge yourselves, while you can...this opporunity won't come again."
Jeremy was often quiet, but their inane chatter was starting to bother him.
Jeremy was often quiet, but their inane chatter was starting to bother him.
"You think that they'd use poison that powerful? People would be dropping like flies, they would know it's poisonous before the second person finished. They're smarter than that. It'll probably kill you n your sleep." He said pushing his plate towards Stanley. "If you want mine, go ahead and take a double dose."