Ask Dead as a Triton Moon

[Nakoa Singh]

Specialization is for insects.
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Caught in a web, an acolyte sent on a task far from home would find herself in truly unfortunate circumstances. By fate or simple back lack, Raish had been enchained by zealots of the local belief system. Captured and thrown in a cell with two other prisoners, Raish would need to escape her confinement if she were to complete her task or even ever eat again. Her crime?

Smoking. Utterly unacceptable.

Chained to Raish's right was a middle-aged Muun who was so far handling her imprisonment with unusual calm, already there when the Arkaniahs had forcibly joined them. To Raish's left was a Wrean man who, rather than simple calm, seemed bored and vaguely impatient in regard to what would happen next. Their insectoid captors offered no hints as to why they were truly imprisoned or when they would be released.

They were simply stuck as they were.

Raish herself had been dragged in moments before and chained to the wall. A meager offering of grey glop in a worn-down bowl had been offered for rations. How were they to escape with chains, a bowl, and a mission?

@Logan

 

[Raish]

There were few things in life that truly rattled Raish. Chief among them was the situation she found herself in now, chained to a fucking wall with seemingly no way for her to escape. It pulled her back into a dark place, reminded her of her childhood growing up in a laboratory that was more dungeon and less place of science.

A place where she was subjected to every manner of horror by her creator, the one who made Raish call him "father" but didn't possess a single positive trait to ever earn such a title. Rage more than fear bubbled up in the young acolyte as she sat here chained to the wall, but years spent having to keep her feelings shoved down inside at least let her keep some of her focus.. at least for now.

Her large opalescent eyes drifted to the two other prisoners that were in the same situation that she was, noticing that the Muun seemed eerily calm. The other prisoner, a man, seemed of similar demeanor. Was she the only one here who was freaking out? That wasn't particularly surprising, but it was kind of annoying.

So.. you guys come here often? She asked eventually, trying to break the ice with something far less rage-filled than she was feeling currently. Maybe it would help her distract herself. Maybe. Also, you gonna eat your weird grey slop goop? I dont know about you two, but I am absolutely starving.

Pulling on the chains that bound her, Raish felt a little dejected when they weren't as weak as she was hoping. Hulk flexing her way out her bindings was her first instinct and she didn't really have any other ideas. Lame.

Any idea how we're gonna get out of here?

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Nakoa Singh]

The Muun slid her bowl over toward Raish with no comment and place her hand back in her lap, legs closed and eyes closed. The Wrean, having similarly refused to eat whatever it was, scooted it toward Raish with a booted foot.

"The Force will provide," intoned the Muun with the tone of a person speaking true wisdom. "Fuck yourself with a cactus," replied the Wrean, mimicking the same holier-than-thou manner with words that fit about as well as the hypothetical cactus.

Neither of them answered to Raish's ice-breaker, although the Wrean looked amused about it. That, and the struggling at the chains. "Haven't you heard? The Force will provide," Nakoa said with a wry smirk directed the Muun's way. The Muun doubled down on their meditative posture and said nothing.

Amber-gold eyes dropped to look at the goblin-esque Arkanian. "Got somewhere to be?"

@Logan

 

[Raish]

As both of her fellow prisoners slid over their bowls of food to her, Raish couldn't help but think that at least something was on the up and up. She slurped down each bowl like it was the first thing she'd eaten in months, barely taking the time to breathe between them.

When she was done Raish looked down at the three empty bowls with a small grimace, not because they had been disgusting but because now all of the food was gone and she still had a feeling of emptiness in her stomach. Maybe the problem wasn't that she was hungry after all. Perhaps it was something more to do with circumstance.

She barely had the time to retort to the Muun with her own witty comment before the Wrean piped up with his own, and Raish had to admit it was a rather good one. She'd definitely log that one away for personal use later. There were plenty of other acolytes back in the temples that should go fuck themselves with a cactus - not that she knew what a cactus was, she just assumed ass fuckery with it wouldn't be very much fun.

Anywhere else but here, She said back to the man's question, slumping against the wall she was chained to. Dismay wasn't an emotion that Raish typically displayed, but it would be clear on her face now.

I'd ask for a smoke but that's what landed me in this shithole in the first place, She said, rolling her eyes at the very idea. Of all the things that could possibly put you in prison, smoking had to have been one of the most ridiculous.

What did you do? She asked, her question pointed toward Nakoa. Raish didn't much care what the weird Muun had to say at this point. Platitudes and wishes on the force seemed useless. My name is Raish by the way. Do you have one?

An odd way to ask the question, but it was a result of Raish's upbringing. Growing up around other lab-created offshoots, it was quite common for most of them to never get names. No use in naming something you didn't care about or was going to die in a couple months.

She was happy to have received one, it was one of the few things that ever belonged solely to her.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Nakoa Singh]

Nakoa chuckled dryly. "Good answer." This cell was pretty damn boring but the Wrean had to be patient about all this. If they didn't have business in the area they wouldn't touch Triton with a proverbial ten-foot pole.

Raish rolled her eyes about the whole 'arrested for smoking' thing and Nakoa decided the faces they made were pretty entertaining. "Smoking is bad for your health," intoned the Muun. "So's leaving your house. What are you, a priest of the anal rod?" The Muun once again seemed indifferent to Singh's commentary. So boring.

"The amount of liquor on my ship is well beyond a felony here." Nakoa shrugged about it. He blinked and looked over at the goblin-like individual when she asked if he 'had' a name but didn't comment on it. "Call me Singh," they answered.

"Repent in zilence, zinnerzz!" buzzed a passing guard while banging a stick against the bars. Nakoa watched them leave, then turned back to Raish.

"What're you doing way out here?"

@Logan