Escaping From Prison

[Michael Scott]

OOC Here

Roger finally awoke from his sleep, he found himself laying on a metal surface that was covered by a blanket. He couldn't even remember what happened, first thing he knows is some flack hitting him with a stun rod and passing out. He didn't even remember how he got there, Damn Frinks must've drugged me, but he knew he was en route to somewhere that wasn't friendly to anybody, especially prisoners. He knew he was en route to Kessel to work the mines, forever. He looked around his cell and looked at the calendar, seven months since he was knocked out. The only way he could have gained consciousness was if he didn't take the drugs, which would makes since because he didn't eat yesterday. But he had to use the 'fresher, that's all he cared about and stood near his door, "Guard! I need to use the can".

one post per round mates.

 

[Syn]

[okay I am up]

Three of the guards were at a table while a forth stood with his rifle and looked at the others. Then he heard the prisoner speak and he looked at him as he spoke. The prison ship operated 24/7 and he raised an eyebrow. "And you have a bucket frak off." The guard looked at Roger as he sat at the table and looked at a datapad with an article for "Big Busty Zeltrons". The guard looked down as he grinned. "Now that is what I call standing at attention."

 

[Xyrael]

Nathaniel dozed happily in his bunk, along with several other guards. A vessel which operated 24/7 ordinarily changed shifts every 8 hours, with men often replacing their comrades the moment they left their own bunks. It wasn't a pleasant lifestyle, but one got used to it. Nathaniel's own dreams were distant memories of his past, lost in a world of drugs and ladies, a lifestyle he regarded both fondly and resentfully. He tossed and turned a little, remembering the feel of the ladies, the taste of the deathsticks, and best of all, the hallucinations.

 

[Prancing Yawn]

Prison ships. Why. WHY.

Nissan Vestibb had been LUCKY enough to get a command assignment on the Scumbucket prison cruiser. Why he hated it, he did not know. But all Alliance captains hated getting assigned to this missions. And Nissan was the last one to be asked. Prisoner transfers were almost always very uneventful, and often took days or weeks to finish. Nissan would've much rather been chasing the pirates who were in this heap of bolts than transporting them to some forgotten Outer Rim outpost. But at least he could catch up on the Holonet when he wasn't on the bridge. And he was there now.

"Engine room, this is the captain. Daily checkup."
"~Same as always, sir. Purring like a cat- or a rather sick cat, that is.~
"Captain out."
As he leaned against a console on the bridge, Nissan looked out the viewport at the only beautiful thing in this region of the galaxy - the stars blasting against the ship in the blue tunnel of hyperspace.

"Two hours until we arrive in the Kessel System, Captain.", the navigator said.
"Good. I'm eager to get these scumbukkits off'a this joint."

Pressing on the comm console he was leaning on, Nissan contacted the prison block of the small ship.

"Captain checking in. Everything normal, I assume?"

 

[Guardian Six]

Patrick Epps stood in his khaki uniform on the bridge on the ship, watching as they entered lightspeed, this was his first naval assignment; his first mission with the special forces team didn't go too well. He was glad to be back in space, even though his Cadet Evaluation didn't go to good, he was still on a fast-track for a command position. This ship was en route to Kessel, where they would drop off the prisoners for their twenty year sentence; not that they would last that long, he thought, their life expectancy is only ten years. It was his job to make sure things were getting done on the bridge. It was only his first shift and only thirty minutes had passed, it was time for a security check; but he had to check the security team and make sure everything was going ok, until the Captain himself had done it. You're in trouble now, he said to himself, next time make sure you do it. But he still had one thing to do and pushed the communications button.

"Bridge to Medical," he said, "is everything ok?"

 

[Michael Scott]

He knew, his guard knew it, and so did everyone else on the ship; he did in fact, have a can in his cell, but like every other prisoner on the ship he didn't want to use it. But even though he didn't want to use it, he did; for some reason it hurt, he was pissing blood. He almost fell out from the pain, he actually fell down and landed with a thud next to the can pissing all over himself; blood was all over his leg, there was no hiding it. He managed to hit the wall, loud enough for the guards to hear and even shouted for help as he laid there in pain. A side-effect from the drugs, he thought, frinks.

"GUARD HELP!"

 

[Syn]

The guard actually got up as he looked in the cell at the man pissing himself and motioned for the others to come and look. "Hey old timer had a rough night with the Trandoshan I thought you would be the bottom." With a look at the others the guard sighed as he slowly waked to the com and spoke. "Medic"

In the infirmary the Doctor was stand as she looked at the prisoner on the bed. He had been stabbed and she placed the bacta patch on it as she spoke with a bored expression. "Give him an enema." Slowly she heard the bridge ask for a check and spoke. "Yeah everything is fine, hey you get my order? It is very lonely on this runs." Slowly the doctor heard the guard call medical and she sighed as a scream was heard from the prisoner. "Coming" The doctor walked slowly, there wasn't a problem if one of the prisoners died just meant one less piece of trash in the galaxy the tax payers feed. As he arrived and looked at the man in the cell the doctor spoke taking a lolly pop out of her mouth. 'He looks terrible hey droid give him a cavity search I think it is his prostate." Slowly the medical droid entered the cell through a roof hatch and beeped as it got closer to Roger as the doctor spoke and a probe came out. "Sorry I used all the lube. Don't clench."

The guards looked at the busty doctor as she spoke and he went back to his table looking at the others and spoke doing a double take at the datapad infront of him and the doctor. "Hey doc are you the lady in this?" The doctor nodded as she watched the medical droid preform its actions. "Yes only job I could get after they found out I was posing and doing movies." The guards at the table grinned and laughed. "Well we'd treat you right.""

 

[Guardian Six]

Even though Epps was assigned to the Bridge, he had the privledge to inspect the ship as he deemed fit. So he logged himself out of the bridge and made his way to the first level cells where all of the traitors have been placed. He had the guard open the hatch and he entered the duty hut, seeing all of the guards slacking off and reading pornos. This has to be changed, and even saw a man laying on the ground in his cell. He knew something was going on, why aren't they attending to this man? Suddenly the medical hatch opened with a probe, now I know something is wrong.

"Doctor stop," he said as he walked to the cell, "Guard front and center!"

Patrick turned towards the duty table where one of the guards was reading something unauthorized, I should expect this by now. As he waited for the duty NCO to stand in front of him, he turned on the soundproof force field so the prisoners couldn't hear; and began asking questions.

"What in the hell are you doing in here? Are you stupid? I demand an explanation right this second!"

(((it's not really humane to do that, maybe Duron should rape all of your guards before he escapes)))

 

[Xyrael]

Nathaniel grumbled as he woke up, grabbing his stomach a bit. He was hungry, and he was wanting a fix. Something that only a deathstick could handle. He knew the contraband would get him kicked from the Alliance, and he was working on breaking the habit. But he knew the doctor well enough, and knew that he was cool enough to have some sort of concoction to smooth over Nathaniel's urge.

He rose from his bed, picking up his blaster and suited up his armor slowly. He had to be quiet, it'd be hell if he woke up his mates before their shift was up. He snuck out of the room, heading to the medical ward, attempting to look like just another trooper on duty. No deathstick addiction here, he thought, passing by several men who would no doubt recognize that he was not supposed to be on duty at this time. The downside of a ship with a skeleton crew.

He turned the corner, moving past them and towards the the infirmary. His gut rumbled a few more times, and he cursed himself for skipping chow.

 

[Syn]

The doctor turned to look at the man who had come in as she spoke with a bored expression and held her hand out. "OUT..... NOW I am the chief medical officer and it is my medical opinion that this man is sick and will be kept here in quarantine. Now out so my droid can do his duty. We first need a stool sample and... well whatever else I need for tests." With a look the zeltron turned and spoke. "Guards I am ordering you to take him out of this area now." The guards got up as they looked at the man and spoke. "Sorry sir but you heard the lady prisoner's cell is being quarantined. You need to go now." Slowly the doctor looked in at Roger as the droid preformed its tests and she spoke going over to an intercom. "Captain we have a problem in the cell block, the weird guy who stares at your ass is trying to piss me off. Please send him out the nearest airlock or back to the bridge as I am busy."" Slowly the doctor looked at the medical droid as it returned and she spoke activating ray shields around the cell. "I want everyone who doesn't have an online medical license to leave right now."

Meanwhile in the infirmary the doctor had left a special case for Nathaniel that was marked under her desk, the private provided a service for her and she could well give him his fix.

 

[Xyrael]

Nathaniel stumbled in, his stomach hungry and his fix agitated. He looked into the room for a moment, it was empty, and he knew the package was sealed nonchalantly in a discrete envelope that would involve getting underneath the Zeltron doctors desk and into a hard to reach crevice, an act which occurred routinely every day at oh-four-hundred. Nathaniel loved serving his military. He hurried over, quickly grabbing the package, and gave himself a quick dose of the narcotic.

Mmmm. The only thing better than deathsticks was kalmah. It was slightly less illegal, if only because it was manufactured by a company associated with several senators. He allowed the dose to take him over, his mind calming down and ignoring the hunger in him. He knew the Zeltron doctor would get a double dose later. He sat on the desk, a shit-faced grin crossing his face.

 

[Guardian Six]

"Doctor," Epps said sternly, "I am the Officer of the Deck and I order you to stop all medical treatment or I will personally have your license revoked. Guards stand down or else I will ensure you will stay at Kessel when we drop these men off. Now I want this place cleaned up, get rid of your contraband and I want you to-" he paused for a second as he took a second look at the duty table, "as a matter of fact, STANDBY FOR INSPECTION!"

Patrick awaited for the guards to fall in one by one, grabbing the roster on the wall to make sure everyone was where they were supposed to be. He even disabled the force field and spoke to the prisoner who was on the floor. He noticed before he began speaking, the prisoner was covered in blood and the probe droid has something in his, what in the hell? Epps thought, "GET THE OFF-DUTY CREW IN HERE!"

He used his communications watch to call the bridge, he reported to the Executive Officer what was going on here; a prisoner lying in blood, contraband found on the duty table, medical being brought in the section without consent from the bridge; they are breaking a batch of rules here, Epps frowned, not in my Navy.

 

[Syn]

The doctor looked at the man and kept a bored expression on her face. When he entered the cell she came in with the medical droid and had it inject a sedative into the mans ass. Slowly she rolled the lollypop in her mouth and spoke looking at the guards. "Well pick him up and bind him, he was pissing blood so we'll go and check him out in medical." Slowly she turned to the man an spoke with a grin taking slowly the sucker out of her mouth. "See my patient needs me and for the record you can't get me revoked. You would have to have proof and then take me before a medical board, and who do you think they would rule in favor of? The busty doctor who looks innocent or the lecherous hump of a man with a tiny dick who tried asking her out and she refused. See human I can lie and they'll believe me because I have well three things that beat you out." Slowly the zeltron walked as the guards had Roger in binders and he was sedated as they carried him to medical. When they got there the doctor shut the door and sealed it for only the captain and herself as she pointed to a table and the old man was laid on it then bound to it with restraints and binders on his hands and legs and chest.

Slowly the doctor looked at Roger as she went towards her desk and noticed the private sitting happy as she spoke coming in front of him. "Well well looks like you couldn't stay away." With a grin the doctor turned to the medical droids as she spoke. "Get a culture from his **** and run it. We'll see why he is bleeding.?" With a look the doctor pulled the lollypop out of her mouth and it was licked clean as she got out another one and walked over by Cantrell who was surrounded by guards and had guns pointed at him. "Well now aren't you a specimen, but kind of small and only lumpy side. And we still didn't get conclusive results. Do another prostate exam as well he might have an inflamed prostate that is causing the blood." Slowly the medical droids beeped as they went to work.

 

[Xyrael]

Nathaniel was stoned. He watched with morbid fascination as the prisoner was thrown onto a table, latched down, and experimented on. He could not help but gape at the various horrors he witnessed, but he was very well sedated and his empty stomach left him with little to heave. He quickly disposed of his 'medication' and looked at the nurse.

"So, he's having a bad day I take it?"

 

[Guardian Six]

With the door slammed in his face, the young Lieutenant had no other choice. He put in his security code and opened the door. He had to do the right thing, even prisoners have rights, he would send a letter to the Senate about the military's medical conduct. He looked at the armed guards who were aiming at the subdued patient, this would be bloody if it didn't end now.

"Guards," he said, "as your superior officer I order you to arrest the Chief Medical Officer on the grounds that she disobeyed a direct order, has failed to provide reasoning for the tests she is conducting, and has failed to gain consent from the patient before placing him unconscious. Guards and you Doc, I will shoot you on the grounds of disobeying a direct order, which is punishable by death. Place this woman under arrest in the same cell the prisoner under medical attention had just came from. I want everyone out of here except for the lowest ranking soldier, Private Tychus," he said recalling the name from the duty roster; he also noticed something that he Private had thrown into the trash can.

 

[Syn]

The doctor looked at the man as she spoke looking at the guards. "I have a better idea, ready here it is how about I shoot you. For breaking into my medical bay and trying to defend myself from you forcing yourself on me." With a look at the man the doctor spoke walking over by the private and she saturated the room with pheromones. "Private the man by the door is going to try and take me away from you. We can't have that can we?" With a grin and raised eyebrow the zeltron sat down as she spoke to the other guards. "Oh you can shoot them now." With a grin the soldiers looked up as half fired at Roger and the other half fired at the Lieutenant and the zeltron spoke into a comlink. "Captain your idiot Lieutenant is trying to rescue the prisoner. The men had to gun him down."

 

[Xyrael]

Stoned out of his mind and under the influence of pheromones, Private Nathaniel was not thinking straight. Ugly officer, or sexy officer. His senses were slowed only slightly by the drugs in his system but he was still a killing machine. His fingers went straight to the weapon at his holster, and he looked at the other guards.

"Enough. What the frack is happening. This guys bleeding all over the frackin place," he pointed at the prisoner, then to the Lieutenant, "You're pissing me off," and he turned to the Zeltron, "and I don't know!! He looked around the room, there were several guards already disgruntled by this uptight asshole of an officer, and he was not in a mood to deal with shit either. The officer was outnumbered, and not wearing sufficient protection. He was a deck officer, assigned to the deck, not the prison block, afterall.

"Two hours until port, I'm supposed to be in the rack, and you're telling me to shoot the doctor, the only person here who'll save my skin if I get shot or stabbed by one of these scum? I think you've lost your marbles," Nathaniel was more than suspicious of the deck officer. "I'm court-marshaled if I shoot her, I'm court-marshalled if I don't!" Ever since they had been assigned to the same ship, he had a gut feeling this up tight prick and his by-the-book ideas were going to get him killed. It was a prison transport, not a front line combat vessel. Doctrine and policy only went so far when your job entailed flying through space for weeks at a time.

He crept behind the desk and unholstered his blaster rifle, making sure not to take cover. If the Lieutenant came over and 'uncovered' his little habit, he might find that the bleeding prisoner was easily blamed for any accidental mishaps. If the Lieutenant left, things might get back to normal. "And when she's arrested, what are you going to do with the prisoner?" the question was straight and to the point.

 

[Michael Scott]

Roger had suddenly awoken from his nap, he had injected himself with a drug that erradicates all pain and feelings, it also counteracts with any medicines that would make him go to sleep; he's been awake this entire time, enduring the pain that he felt quite pleasurable; he didn't have to take off the binders because the medical droid had to take them off to access his colon. He grabbed the Private named Tychus by his throat and grabbing the scalpel placing it near his throat.

"Doctor," Roger thought as his yoohoo stood rock hard on Tychus' leg, "you are very misinformed; this man is actually trying to do the right thing, after all if you would've listened to him he would've saved your life."

Roger slid the blade across Tychu's throat, whose reflexes were currently below normal status, escaping before Roger killed him would be difficult; holding his body to shield him from blaster fire.

edit: was going to edit until Jiang said not to.

 

[Syn]

[ah no since your in hard restraints you can't move]

 

[Michael Scott]

you obviously didn't read my post.