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Postby Enfaru » Fri Nov 30, 2012 11:58 pm

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Grand Judiciary Halls


The hall itself is an impressive structure, cylindrical in shape, countless balconies adorn the circumference like beads of water on a cotton string, filled to the brim with people, both employees and citizens of 5th Heaven. The majority of the structure appears to be made from some kind of polished metal, blue incandescent lines running all the way through the structure pulsing slowly, most notably from the balconies to what looks like a much large raised balcony. The decorations upon which were notably more proud and embellished. Sigma's rather large religious logo of Ceres being held by the bringer of Bluestream, adorned the wall directly behind the balcony constructed out of what was apparently a very expensive material as it shone brightly, colours inside swirling amongst each other. Aside from the blue drapes and the textured sapphire coloured carpet, there were five chairs. Two, towards the front were occupied by recorders, endeavouring to take every note. Behind them the three chairs of the Judiciary although the centre one much more prominent holding the much higher ranking Judge. Light illuminated them as they spoke their orders to the crowd watching, listening, adoring them. Before them however and lowered so that the Judiciary must look down upon the defendants a flat raised floor that broke off into three sections. Two lead past the Judiciary either side of them, the circle shaped 'dock' as it were also had a much wider path leading up to it, the third path which lead to, two great wooden doors. Impressive, although quite in proportion to the rest of the room.

One of the recorders stood up, dressed in ceremonial garb that covered his eyes, revealing only his lips and ears. The rest of his clothing appeared to also be quite cumbersome, thick layers here and there with a distinctive blue and grey colour scheme, broken up by many different coloured jewels upon the garment.

"The divine court of sentencing is now in session." The recorders voice boomed, silencing all those that still dared to chatter now that a Recorder had risen from their chair, "The criminals are as follows. Olov Bechesky, J-12-35, Labrys, Daniel Mercury, Ethan Swifttooth and Kallor Eiderann Tes'thesula all charged and found guilty of crimes against the state." The judge in the central chair, dressed in far more elaborately adorned clothing, made of fur and fine silks held his great golden staff forth and knocked the ground, letting out a thunderous boom.

"Bring forth the criminals." The old judge's voice crackled with age, but it was clear who had the more authoritative tone as the great doors swung open letting in much more light. A squadron of armed Sigma soldiers marched forwards through the great doors and out of the light, dragging with them their tethered prisoners, stripped of their weapons and bound with Bluestream nullifying gauntlets. The crowd murmured loudly at the sight of the former Sigma robots and even the Naya whom were to be brought before the court. To them nothing else was worth contemplating when they could see what they hoped would be an execution. The judge looked at the prisoners all with equal and certain contempt as they were forced to line up next to each other before the judges at the point where the two paths would then branch off, "You have all been found guilty of Heresy, Thievery, Disorderly Behaviour and High Treason against Sigma. What do you have to say for yourselves?" His voice drawled, taking a breath as he noted each crime and his cold narrow eyes passing from one to the next. Grand Judge Eastley was the dominant figure here.



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Postby Firstaria » Sat Dec 01, 2012 7:03 am

Daniel walked forward, mostly immobilized in more than the simple gauntlets since it was required to limit the suit connection to his brain to nullify his mind powers. He looked at the judge and quickly said " Not guilty, your honor. I don't remember a military operation including any of the acts described above, but I know you will surely have an 'explanation' for that and my presence here. "

He wasn't offensive, but really composed in his reaction, although he knew that this was Sigma's act and so his composure and voice counted like nothing for these people. He was not an heretic, but he was starting to see that side of worship that a loyal would prefer to never see in first person.
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Postby Utceforp » Sat Dec 01, 2012 8:13 am

J was feeling happy. Earlier today, he had been arguing with his arms. They weren't moving at all, so J had assumed they were upset with something. While he liked to respect his arm's privacy, he really needed them to move if he wanted to dance around the new home the funny men had given him. He also couldn't fly, so he had to assume that the arms were talking to his thrusters behind his back. He wanted to go see a relationship counseller to talk about his body part's passive aggressiveness, but the funny men had gotten sad when tried to piggyback on one of them to go to the city. His door had been change to solid metal after that, which he assumed was to stop the bugs from getting in. He had wanted to hug one of the funny men as a thank-you, but remembered that his arms were protesting. They had tried to take his arms away, but then he had explained why he wasn't a robot by analyzing every law in the world really really quickly. He couldn't quite remember how he kept his body parts from leaving him, which worried him, but he knew he was going back home now. They were taking him back.

J whistled while the funny purple man gave his testimony. Now it was his turn, and once he hit that judge's bullseye, the rest of the dominoes would fall like a house of cards. "Checkmate." J muttered to anyone who would care to listen. "Your honour, I may just be a humble astro-chicken, and know nothing of your law, but I would like to plead innocent by reason of I want a detective hat. This is what I saw. I was walkiiiiinnnnnnnggggggggggggggggg...." J's eyes started to go dim, and his body became limp. Suddenly, before he shut down all together, his eyes became bright. "Haha! I'm going away for a loooong time! I'll send you a postcard from flashback land! Remember kids, eat your vegetables, there's no "I" in team, dead gods can still dream and "slaughterhouse" is one letter away from "laughterhouse!" Bye!!!" His eyes went blank and he fell forward, almost crushing something if it weren't for the two guards still struggling to hold him up.

The forest ended a few feet ahead, a small Waurag village had been set up in the clearing. J was low on parts, these people didn't seem very advanced but they would probably have some raw metal lying around. J slowly emerged from the forest, not wanting to scare any of the villagers with his presence. It had been a few centuries since he last saw a person, and he wasn't sure if his mannerisms were threatening or friendly. "Hello? Anyone?" That was strange. He had remembered the village being full of people, something was messing with his memories. Whatever it was, he would fight it. Putting severe mental strain on himself, J willed the villagers back into existence. "That's better." He said as the memory progressed normally. A little Waurag girl approached him, and he was accepted into the community for a while. He forged their metal into workable parts, at least temporarily, and stayed with them for a while to recharge his solar batteries. It was a simple form of life, one that was both alien and comforting to him. After a few days, he remembered that this was just a flashback. What came next was inevitable. A spark from some of his machinery lit a house on fire, killing a member of the village. He was driven out, back into the wild, the only thing remaining was his sanity. That was when he realized it. He was insane. Completely, utterly insane, only in the flashbacks he had was he coherent enough to interact with other people. But that would change. Through sheer force of will, he kept his sanity as the flashback faded to white. He was hanging by a thread over a huge abyss, and the abyss wanted him to fall.

"Sorry, sorry. I don't know what came over me. I plead guilty." J said as he woke up, surprised only a few seconds had passed. J knew that the loophole he had used was flimsy at best, and if he dragged the trail on longer than it needed to be, someone could fix it. He wanted to get this over as quickly as possible, so he could focus on escaping Seventh Heaven. "I will probably say something within the next few minutes that I do not mean. Do not take those things into account." J stayed silent for a while afterwards, hoping that if he didn't try and speak he wouldn't say anything insane. No, that wasn't it. He wasn't sure why he was keeping his figurative mouth shut. Then he remembered. He didn't want his soul being stolen by air monsters. Yes, that was it.
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Postby Videssos » Sat Dec 01, 2012 3:22 pm

Kallor Eiderann Tes'thesula,
5th Heaven, Grand Judiciary Halls,
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Kallor returned the cold glances offered in his direction by the judges and various other members of the court present. His amber eyes shone perhaps a little unnaturally. One would say those were the eyes of a fanatic or a madman, but he would say they were the eyes of one, who was perhaps the sanest of all. A constant murmuring, a din of ethereal voices echoed in the back of his head. Sometimes, he could even make out what those voices said. Besides, sanity was only a construct, a collection if social norms, parameters that one had to stay within lest one seem "weird", or insane. Utter foolishness, in Kallor's opinion. His feelings were not dissimilar regarding the accuracy or truth of most of the charges thrown against him, if not the others, too. Thievery and high treason didn't make much sense. He had never stolen anything, and high treason could mean anything. As for the others.

Regardless of his original intentions, he soon found himself speaking. "The accusation of thievery is rendered null; since I most assuredly never stole anything. Heresy? I have never disobeyed the will of the god I follow. Treach, as the Lord of War, cannot be disputed as a true god, and the one I must serve as Mortal Sword. I am His arm, in the mortal world. Disorderly behaviour is nonsense. I was hired by a noble to fight a rival of his, and so thus end the squabble between the two. How could I have anticipated that the rival noble had a cousin who was a high priest of Sigma? And that the aforementioned noble's death would lead to such an unfortunate situation. Blame the wealthy noble behind it, not me; lest one wishes to make a needless mistake. High Treason could be anything. An excuse to land someone in the court, and to a worse situation, based on as little as a thought that someone might be conspiring or challenging the will of Sigma in some way. Even if there is no palpable evidence, directly or indirectly, that this is so. I would plead not guilty. Though there's most likely little point to it, considering all the crooks who call themselves judges, these days, not to mention the justice system which looks to be sensible, and as patient as a charging rhinoceros."

Kallor returned his thoughts, to irritatedly wandering how long this little debacle would make, and how long it would be till he left this dreadfully bore-some, yawn-inspiring, scrap-heap of a place. He doubted the judges, who all seemed to possess the mental age of small, hairless primates, would do anything like a fair trial. To be honest, he wanted to kill something, to see the life seep out of another living bring, and to do it as much as possible. Was that what his god wished of him? Or was it what one of those voices wanted? Kallor couldn't tell exactly what was influencing his train of thoughts, but he most certainly intended to find out, sooner or later; before that train derailed itself and caused an accident he would regret.
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Postby Hamste » Sun Dec 02, 2012 2:09 pm

"Before I begin I would like to say that you look well today and that I hope you’re not still mad about last time I was here. I swear your gavel just happened to fall into my pockets. That being said I would like to have a plea bargain and to plead temporary extended insanity. I will plead guilty to Common treason, unruly behavioral, minor blasphemy and thievery in exchange for the all the other charges against me to be dropped." Olov said smiling. Olov proceeded to try to pickpocket one of the guards with their tail while still smiling. Then again even if they saw Olov's attempt Olov could just add it to his insanity plea. He wondered if he could claim mistrial from him knowing the judge if this resulted badly for him but then discarded the idea, most likely he wouldn't get a better result if he tried again.
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Postby Enfaru » Sun Dec 02, 2012 7:18 pm

5th Pillar of Heaven
Grand Judiciary Halls

The crowd had begun to get a little restless as the criminals were trying a last ditch attempt to save their own hides. Some even called out phrases such as "Traitors...Tainted Scum" and as the noise became louder the Recorder whom had stood up, quickly hammered his desk with a wooden mallet. The orders to quiet down went unheeded until the Grand Judge raised his left hand. Silence blanketed the hall once more enough so that he could hear the speeches of the criminals that wished to speak. Eventually they stopped speaking and the Judge glanced slowly to the second Recorder, a female dressed in similar clothing to the male except a little tailored to her figure. She held a tablet of sorts and then began to speak.

"Daniel Mercury, disgraced soldier of Sigma, you have been found guilty of massacring your comrades, taking part in an extensive criminal organisation and intending to subvert the will of the state."

Kallor's response which had elicited the most powerful response to the crowd wasn't even responded to, for someone who wantonly displayed such heresy, it was more than obvious he was very guilty, perhaps to everyone but Kallor.

"Olov, your statement has been taken into account." The guard didn't notice the pick pocket at all, in fact the attempt yielded something of a small metal credit card sized object. It looked like it was meant to be pushed into something perhaps even plugged in, but it wasn't immediately obvious what it would fit.

As the statements came to a close Grand Judge Eastley sighed, he hadn't seen this many undesirables since the last bunch of traitors were executed. Yet he considered the statements even still, he was a fair judge...and then discarded them.

"I will now hand out your sentences." There was a pause, "Daniel Mercury, Ethan Swifttooth, Olov Bechesky, Kallor Eiderann Tes'thesula, Labrys, J-12-35... you will be hereby stripped of all BlueMyst devices and any Fragments that you may hold. You will all then for your crimes be exiled for the sum of twenty years to the Seventh Pillar of Heaven." There were gasps as he handed down that particular sentence, to be honest it was nothing less than a death sentence. It was not a matter of if, but a matter of when, "Take them away for processing." The crowd cheered as the squad of Sigma soldiers pointed their rifles into the back of the prisoners and jabbed them in the back forcefully. Three soldiers blocked the entrance to the passage to the right, leaving them only the left pathway. It appeared to lead into darkness, but that was likely more that there was a corner involved somewhere in there.
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5th Heaven
Grand Judiciary Halls

It was a grim and unfortunate sighting. The courtroom. A supposed bastion of justice. But in this case, there was so much inherent bias. The politics of the world dictated it. Ethan came forth in shackles among the others. He had been stripped of his weapons and armor. His tiger face looked around the courtroom. The others in shackles with him attempted to fight back. They gave grand statements in their defense. Ethan knew it was no use. Those accused of crime in this world were promptly sentenced. There was no defense against these Sigma zealots.

Ethan said nothing in his defense. He waited for inevitable sentencing. Which came and went. Ethan had a small glimmer of hope that perhaps the rebels would come and save him. But it was for naught. There was no savior. No grand scheme. There was the cold and hard truth. The crowd jeered them and branded them with names. Though they knew nothing. Ethan looked downwards and flexed his claws. Tentatively, he scratched one against the chain. It gave off a small and tiny screech. It was no use. All his tricks had been used up. And now came his death.

The prisoners were led along some corridors.The soldiers kept guns trained on them, making any attempts at escape completely impossible. Even someone with his skills couldn't do the impossible. Ethan heard screams came from where they were headed. They finally came to a room. To be processed. What Ethan saw was unfortunate.

They were in a mid-sized chamber. It was clearly divided into three clear sections. One where guards were taking BluMyst devices and Fragments and placing into a collection area. The next section was where names were being taken and numbers were assigned. Bloody record keeping. The final area was the most horrific. And the source of screams. The area where the prison numbers would be branded into their skin. Ethan cringed at the sight. He remained in silence as the horrible processing began.
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Postby Firstaria » Mon Dec 03, 2012 4:24 am

Enfaru wrote:
"Daniel Mercury, disgraced soldier of Sigma, you have been found guilty of massacring your comrades, taking part in an extensive criminal organisation and intending to subvert the will of the state."

"I will now hand out your sentences." There was a pause, "Daniel Mercury, Ethan Swifttooth, Olov Bechesky, Kallor Eiderann Tes'thesula, Labrys, J-12-35... you will be hereby stripped of all BlueMyst devices and any Fragments that you may hold. You will all then for your crimes be exiled for the sum of twenty years to the Seventh Pillar of Heaven." There were gasps as he handed down that particular sentence, to be honest it was nothing less than a death sentence. It was not a matter of if, but a matter of when, "Take them away for processing." The crowd cheered as the squad of Sigma soldiers pointed their rifles into the back of the prisoners and jabbed them in the back forcefully. Three soldiers blocked the entrance to the passage to the right, leaving them only the left pathway. It appeared to lead into darkness, but that was likely more that there was a corner involved somewhere in there.


Daniel protested at this " The device malfunctioned on his defensive measures, but it was activated on order and his offensive measures worked perfectly. The excess of PSI that forced my comrades to suicide was not my fault, nor I was informed that this suit was actually illegal apparently. And good luck removing it without causing another PSI blast, your honor, just to put this up I think they had to modify my nerve structure. "

He couldn't believe he was put together with scum and malfunctioning robots just because that experiment failure, there was not a way to go around for those who were...well, just testing? He had the impression that maybe his suit was proven too powerful offensively, that's why the fixed limiters and the exile to death: Sigma wanted to get rid of something that could have made the Illen more powerful than the other races...way more powerful. Once he arrived to his 'execution ground', he had to find a way to remove the limiters so he could maybe escape. It was clear that there was no reason anymore to serve Sigma in the condition of 'Dead man walking'.
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Postby Enfaru » Tue Dec 04, 2012 2:54 am

5th Pillar of Heaven
Grand Judiciary Halls

As the prisoners were lead through the corridors, the guards were paying more attention than usual. The convicted were not usually sentenced to Seventh Heaven, occasionally some of the guards that they made their way past would murmur to each other, some wishing the escorts good luck on their 'mission', others were making bets as to how long each prisoner would last. The very same banter almost followed them right into the processing centre.

The processing centre appeared to be nothing more than a room, about twenty by thirty meters on average, although due to the curved nature of the walls it was hard to give an accurate estimate. Each section, three of them were divided by thin portable walls that they would move if they needed to. It wasn't for any sort of 'modesty' it was so that they could be as quick as possible in the processing. The branding into the skin was actually a small device which was inserted into up left arm between the muscles. Not a large device however.

"Prepare for processing, remove your BluMyst devices, Fragments and any valuables ready for processing. Keep your hands to yourselves and make sure to keep in between the red lines. Anyone stepping out of these lines will be shot on sight." A rather large, Sigma soldier ordered. He stood rigidly, hands behind his back, legs apart. Unusually for a Sigma soldier the upper half of his face was revealed, his face covered with scars that looked for like someone had attacked him with a sword rather than anything else. The other thing that defined him as different was the uniform he was wearing. The normal Sigma Soldier uniform for the Sigma army was actually a brown one piece suit however his had a slightly different design it appeared to be a two piece, along with extra decorations along the chest and down the right arm. The black pouldrons seemed to signify his status more than the rest of his clothes however.

The first two prisoners in this little contingent were grabbed roughly by two pairs of soliders and forced to join the queue, the processing had begun in earnest and it wouldn't be long before they would be sent to their next destination.
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>Systems rebooted...
>Initializing connection with exterior sensors...
Labrys looked up. She was being dragged out of the...the court room?
"Huh? I thought we we're gonna have a trial..." She murmured. Unless it had been canceled. One of the guards glared at her.
"Its already over, you living scrap hulk.Don't you remember? Unless you've got a screw loose or something." The other guard laughed. "Looks like it, according from her accent"
"Wha? I don't remember no trial, you've gotta be kid-" She shut up as the guard who laughed hit her on the back with a baton. "Shut up, you've all had your chance, now all of you, get over there" he said, as he pushed her towards a long line.
What do they mean, its already ova?
>Systems report that no data was collected for the past hour.
Labrys felt a slight shock as her logic module figured out what this meant.
>Core must still be damaged from fusing of Mumyst chip
>Full extent of damage unknown
What kind of idiot would fuse a modern, near state of the art chip with my old, defunct out of service core anyways?
>Obviously to purge data from your core
>Data pertaining to project Titan, perhaps?
Which she no longer had, thanks to the core malfunction, along with most of her weapon systems and basic functionality. Of course, it wasn't all bad. She had gained "Sentience" after all.
>That's bad, actually
Shut up! I'm starting to think you're become sentient as well...
>Impossible. I'm your intelligence core, and therefore only a source of intelligence you have
Maybe I don't need you huh?
>Therefore, without me, you would have a lower IQ than a trashcan

"Ya gotta be kidding me" she said, but the statement was forgotten as she looked up towards a sign that read "BlueMyst extraction center"
She was pushed towards another guard, although this one was standing beside a odd looking machine. The doors quietly sealed behind her.
"Another cyborg, I see" the guard said. "Get in the machine, lets have a quick check for anything Blumyst"
"Umm..." Labrys hesitated, looking inside the machine
>Do not comply with his suggestion
Why? They only wanna check, right?
>Negative! That device has the capability to remove it while your inside it
>MuMyst Chip contains only source of power
>Removal means termination and possibly more corruption
>You wouldn't want that, would you?

"Get a move on! There's others, you know" The guard said rather pleasantly. Unfortunately, the guards behind him shifted their guns a little.
"I can't" She said, hesitating. The guard narrowed his eyes and said "Doesn't matter"
Before Labrys could even process the information, the two guards tackled her. She responded by punching them in the guts. A simple thing, really, but effective. Another one prepared to tackle her again, while the other one raised his gun. She made her move first, something which surprised the two.
"Idiot! Get out of the wa-!" The guard with the gun managed to shout out just before she crushed its front barrel and dislocated the magazine, before pulling back and elbowing the other guard in the face. The guard with the gun then pulled out a pistol.
>Not very smart, is he?
>Unlike me
...shut up
Labrys then hit him in the face with his own gun. Looking down, she curbstomped the guard in the back, who went limp. She looked around, her sensors taking in the environment. Her actions had apparently inspired a riot , with people openly attacking guards, those who were hiding their abilities were using them now. She let out a breath of resignation. Well, not what I intended, but if they had just let me explain... She took a step towards the door. She might be able to just walk out agai-.
Well, if not for the guard she forgot about. Two metal slabs came down over the door and sealed her in the small compartment. A Blumyst chain wrapped itself around her neck, dragging her back several feet. Labrys grabbed onto the floor, stopping her for just a moment. Then something registered itself. My Axe! She reached out to it. Then the floorplates ripped and she flew backwards. She reached out futilely, then realized with a shock that her elbow had separated. With a giant chain following it. It instinctively grabbed the axe and flew back towards her as she caught it with...both hands back. Y-yes! Now just a backwards strike and he'll be done for! She turned around halfway and-

[>How embarrassing]
Wha? Wha da fak??
>A EMP Blast - Made us power down for 1.4 seconds...
>Rebooting

"Speak, ye demon" The guard's hat fell off, revealing a rather brusque looking old man "Or would you prefer it if I snapped your neck's circuits as well?"
"I-idiot. I can't beli-" Labrys stopped as he tightened the chain around her neck. She looked down and saw that she couldn't move her hands anymore. "Why were you resisting?" The man let her down, the chain still on her. "Not that I blame you, but one thinks that by now cyborgs would have learned that it is pointless." Labrys didn't respond, her voice module having suddenly shut off. She raised herself off the ground a little and looked up. "...Ah"

"Project Titan, huh?" WHAT DA FAK Labrys nearly shouted. She thought everyone who had heard of it died in the attack which had killed her. "So your Miss Unit 31? I remember working on you...of course, your not a cyborg, your a pure breed robot" He chuckled a bit as he said this. She dropped her forehead onto the floor. "Of course, I had to get out when the monsters attacked...but those markings on your legs are very familiar..." He lowered himself onto the same level as her.

"So...what happened?" Labrys raised her head, just to slam it on the floor again.

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Postby Firstaria » Thu Dec 06, 2012 4:00 am

Daniel looked at the guards and said " Well, maybe the limiters on the suit may interfere with the machine, I think you should remove them. Just a second, I don't think it would be that bad..." but the guard just pushed himself forward without even talking back. " If this thing breaks, is not my fault! " He said. He knew they probably received the order to not remove the limiters for any reason, as without them it would probably be possible for Daniel to escape from this situation, but it didn't hurt to try right?

The machine in which he entered hummed for several seconds, but it didn't move at all. The soldier who was checking the machine said " It seems that any energy the suit has is probably protected under it, should we try to remove it? ". The man with scars looked at Daniel for a moment, and then smiling he said " No. Those limiters behind his back cannot be simply removed by hands or strength, and without his suit he is just a 16 year old into an adult body...which would scare me only if I was the father. " The other soldiers laughed at this. Daniel smiled and then said " Well, if you like to laugh, just remove those and I'll make you laugh for the rest of your short life. "

The soldier looked at him and said " Silence prisoner! I'm glad something like you will disappear once and for all. That suit...how a commander can trust his man when something like that exist? When loyalty is not to Sigma, but to those who control you? The sooner you die, the better. That's what I think about this 'Illen gift' theories. "
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Postby Ktazia » Thu Dec 06, 2012 10:19 am

Endu had already been through the processing system yet he was still the most heavily bound person there. All six of his limbs were shackled together into a tubular restraining device, almost as if it were specifically designed. His eyes were covered by a metal plate and a heavy mantle around his shoulders, if he was going anywhere, it wasn't quickly. The guards had been dragging him anyway so it was really their problem.

"If you don't walk we'll beat you."

"Yeah...like I haven't heard that one before." The guards promptly laid into him with the butts of their rifles. After a few moments they pulled back.

As a Daf, he couldn't be seen to be feeling pain; Endu rose to his standing position and turned to face the guards. The shackles themselves were made out of a material that he wasn't quite familiar with and from the looks of it they were 'enhanced' too. That meant he couldn't get them off easily even with his skills and with every passing moment Seventh Heaven was getting closer. That hell hole of a place, he wasn't going there if it killed him, he had to find a way out of this rail road, but how?

Towards the other end of the room the processing had begun on the next bunch, they looked like a rather...odd crew, though he was somewhat surprised about the Robot... could robots be tried as people? Also a Naya, Endu hadn't seen those in Illen territory before...in Daf territory sure. Maybe he'd been captured somehow or on a specific errand? Too bad, he wasn't going to be able to fulfil it.

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Postby Stattr » Fri Dec 07, 2012 10:47 am

Rosanna
Seventh Heaven


Rosanna sat in her prison cage as she loved to call it and growled as the guards came closer to her and as she went to lunge at them she forgot she was chained to the wall and was swioftly yanked back by the chains and fell to the floor. The guards got their chance and snagged her, letting her out of the chains on the walls and swiftly putting her into the ones specially made for her species and she growled once more. She fought at first before she felt the butt of a riffle in her exposed area and went down.

As they exited the cage she lowered her center of gravity and made her whole bady dead weight as it was called and the guards were struggiling almost till they found a way to get her up off the ground and practically dragged her down the hall to the doors to seventh heaven and she shifted and made herself even more heavy till she felt the butt again of a riffle, this time two in her side and exposed belly.

"I told you to stand up!"

"LIke I would do as you told me too you spoiled brat."

The guards laughed at her come back and swiftly got her on her feet and continued to bring her to the line. In front of her she noticed a Daf. She'd rarely seen them here let alone some others. She even saw another Guar'ii. She didn't call to her or even try to. She looked at the Daf and as they pulled her close to where he was she looked at his chaines. Enchanted. hu. was all she thought and tried to think of a way to escape and maybe free others. As she arrived behind him she purposefully put her foot farther out and caught the end of his heel, not enough to trip but to get attention from him.
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Postby Enfaru » Fri Dec 07, 2012 12:26 pm

5th Pillar of Heaven
Processing Centre

"Enough enough, just process the criminal." A supervisor waved making sure that Daniel's suit posed not real danger. There seemed to be only a slight bluestream pulse running through it and whoever designed it, had designed it so that it wasn't going to come off easily. The dark eyed supervisor then signalled for the rest of the criminals to be brought through and the process sped up. Each of the prisoners found themselves going through the process, each set of gauntlets were recorded just so that they'd be able to identify who was supposed to be wearing them, should they ever find them again.

Once they were all process and marked the next set of armed guards were there waiting to lead them through to the next stage, "Everyone line up, double file...and you two..." The guard pointed to the other two that had managed to get through the processing before the group had come in. A guard made a comment about something smelling of wet dog, albeit quickly hushed. The large doors behind the guards opened not to what was expected...another long corridor, but to a flight of stairs that seemed to lead outside.

Though it wasn't to be any sort of escape route, there were even more guards and what appeared to be an air craft of sorts a prisoner transportation unit. The vessel appeared to be some kind of refitted cargo carrier, what with the larger hold that would have been expected. The craft itself was quite large, almost like a blimp in structure as most of the size of the vessel was taken up by a rather large balloon looking object. Underneath was a little more Sigma looking. The metal sleek structure had been re-covered and repainted though the general impression of the hull was more of a large river boat. The loading bay of the craft, lay open, inside were columns of seats, designed to cram in as many people as possible. Netting covered the walls and the seats were made of a worn leather and there appeared to be lengths of material that the gauntlets could be attached to. Throughout the 'hold' there appeared to be small porthole windows that would look out to the outside world, only if it were possible to stand up in there however. All in all, it didn't look appetising and the armed guards didn't make for good decorations either.

"Alright...move it." A guard snapped.
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Postby Stattr » Mon Jan 07, 2013 6:08 am

Rosanna
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After being precessed


Rosanna heard the comment and just ignored it. She would get him later. She then looked at the long corridor to which she was maybe supposed to go up. She thought and just stood their basically. She shook herself and then scratched her ear with her right arm paw then stopped. She heard the guard and what he said she just stared at him and cocked ehr head to the side before getting on all fours and climbing up the steps, careful to not got too fast.

She reached the top and just stayed on all four paws. She sniffed the ground first of all and then slowly walked up to the blimp looking object and growled as one fo the guards went to kick her in and she snapped at him as well. She went in and jumped up on one of the seats curling up into a ball in the corner where she could see who was coming in and who would be on board with her in this wierd looking air craft.
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Postby Utceforp » Tue Jan 15, 2013 3:03 pm

J, after being processed, was grabbed by two more bipeds and hauled outside. J giggled and yelled. "The lights! They are as bright as those cats I ate yesterday! This is going to be as upside down as beans!" J giggled and was shoved into a large bubble. "I wonder if the bipeds will let me turn this into a balloon animal so that I can use it to eat my vegetables?" J said to the strange dog that seemed to be inside as well. He was placed next to the dog, presumably so she could save him when he died at five o'clock, and he tried to make conversation. "So, do your arms argue with you too?" He said. "I'm here so I can "work things out with them", but I think I may get rid of them and replace them with ponies." J tried to smile, but then he remembered he didn't have a mouth. Obviously his arms had gotten to his mouth and convinced it to not exist as revenge for whatever his arms didn't like about J. "Ponies are good." J continued. "I like ponies because they're good for CRUSHING YOU ENEMIES AND DEFILING THEIR CHILDREN!" J giggled after the pun he made, though he wasn't sure if he had made a pun or a threat. He honestly couldn't tell the difference, a minor character flaw that he had probably picked up from his grandfather, Daniel Mercury.
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Postby Stattr » Wed Jan 16, 2013 7:09 am

Utceforp wrote:J, after being processed, was grabbed by two more bipeds and hauled outside. J giggled and yelled. "The lights! They are as bright as those cats I ate yesterday! This is going to be as upside down as beans!" J giggled and was shoved into a large bubble. "I wonder if the bipeds will let me turn this into a balloon animal so that I can use it to eat my vegetables?" J said to the strange dog that seemed to be inside as well. He was placed next to the dog, presumably so she could save him when he died at five o'clock, and he tried to make conversation. "So, do your arms argue with you too?" He said. "I'm here so I can "work things out with them", but I think I may get rid of them and replace them with ponies." J tried to smile, but then he remembered he didn't have a mouth. Obviously his arms had gotten to his mouth and convinced it to not exist as revenge for whatever his arms didn't like about J. "Ponies are good." J continued. "I like ponies because they're good for CRUSHING YOU ENEMIES AND DEFILING THEIR CHILDREN!" J giggled after the pun he made, though he wasn't sure if he had made a pun or a threat. He honestly couldn't tell the difference, a minor character flaw that he had probably picked up from his grandfather, Daniel Mercury.

Rosanna looked at him funny looking and then talked. "Not often. Why are your arms arguing with you? Crushing...your enemies with ponies...well, that's the first thing I've heard you can do with ponies." She looked at him sideways and licked her right arm and then stopped. "Am I considered an enemy? I do hope not... Anyway, Why not replace your arms with a mace or something..." She cocked her head to the side and continued to talk. "My name is Rosanna. I'm a type of wolf called a Guar'ii. Why where you brought here and processed?" She then yawned making a slight high noise and then laid her head down on her two from legs. "I was brought here because I stole something very valuable. That's all I can say." She looked around the ship thingy and looked the person over. "What is your name?" She moved her eyes to face his.
"The world is full of stupid people, get used to it."
Pasong Tirad wrote:Heresy. The earth is flat. It's evening everywhere. Stattr needs to be guillotined.

Hlad:And after that?
Ethel: She is moving in with you, you will equip a throne room for her, and bring her rose petals everyday. You shall dress in a french maid's outfit, and only speak english with a bad french accent.
Drown wrote:
The balkens wrote:Why hello fellow privileged manape.

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Postby Utceforp » Wed Jan 16, 2013 5:48 pm

In the beginning... There was nothing, as well as kidneys. But then, The daddy nothing and the mommy kidneys loved each other veeery much and hugged in a special way, and in 18 months (kidney pregnancies are quote long, FYI), the god J-12-35 was born! He created the universe, on the first day he created the bugs in his brain, on the second he created the dog-lady sitting next to him, and on the third day everything else came into being. After three more days of doing nothing, on the seventh day he suddenly decided to do nothing, and a day later, on the fifth day, the british were created. The british rebelled, tearing off J's beard and stealing his toga. However, J-12-35 used his almighty power to banish them to the realm of not-appearing-in-history-ever-and-as-a-matter-of-fact-not-existing-at-all. Sitting on his throne, a small seat on a balloon animal, J turned to his creation, Rosanna, and spoke to her. "Greetings, my creation. We appear to be having technical difficulties due to bananas. We'll send someone to assist you in a few millennia. As for my name, I am J-12-35, self made orphan, insaniac, portmanteau creator and all-around amazing automaton. My friends call me J, my other friends who I do not speak of call me Amazo the wondrous electrical mechano-man and my enemies call me OH GOD DON'T KILL ME I HAVE A FAMILY, or some variation thereof." J tilted his head, and if he could smile, he would. "As for why I am here, I put a magic potion in the water of fifth heaven that made people grow a moustache. Either that or mass-murder. One of the two."
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