Post by Articho Reville on Feb 23, 2016 6:12:45 GMT
Articho took a deep, heavy breath as he leaned up against the cell’s wall, slowly releasing it in an even heavier sigh. It’d been a few days since his arrival at Space Prison Knutts and he couldn’t have been more ready to get out. Getting food was more of a hassle than it needed to be and, according to Freeze, attempting to use showers was asking for unsavory things to happen to him. That left Arti with a growling stomach and feeling dirtier than a Saibaman straight out of the dirt. But, while these things were bad and the overall situation was frankly awful, there were some good things to happen. Their escape plan had been started and had been going well since it was put into action. Freeze was currently meeting with his contact to secure the schematics to the prison, leaving the people they’d recruited into joining them standing outside of the young hybrid’s cell, making idle chit chat as they waited for Freeze’s return. Freeze knew each of them and had identified them as good people to work with when there was a job needing to be done. The prospect of escape and deactivation of the bombs had sold them all into joining him without much of a fuss. So far, the hybrid had recruited a Kagami named Freida, a Konatsian named Cacan, and a trio of Zoon-seijin brothers named Ab, Kadab, and Alaka. Articho chuckled slightly as he mulled over his situation. He was starting himself a real prison gang, wasn’t he? He’d have to think of name later. It would serve as a good cover for their escape operation.
The chatter outside his cell died down, prompting Articho to look towards the door as Freeze entered, a triumphant grin on his face and their hired help huddled up behind him. The Brenchian held a piece of paper aloft in his hand, which he presented to Articho with a flourish. The hybrid returned Freeze’s grin and took the paper, unrolling it quickly for them all to look at.
“What would we do without you, Freeze?” Articho asked as his eyes scanned the schematics to the prison.
“Be stuck in this shithole for the rest of your life until you die or the Saiyans brainwash you,” Freeze replied matter-of-factly
“Way to put that back in our heads…” Frieda commented. Articho shushed him before placing his finger on the schematics and tracing it along a wall.
“Here’s the hanger,” the hybrid tapped his finger on the lined off area. He dragged his finger over to the wall next to it that separated it from the Polestar. “This is where we need to set up our base,” he said, tapping his finger on a spot on the wall. “Once we’re finished, we start digging.”
“Easier said than done,” Cacan retorted. “Wall’s thirty feet thick and of the strongest metal the Saiyans could get their hands on. No drill’s going to punch through that.”
“What about fire?” Articho asked. Cacan shrugged with a slight nod.
“That could work. For being so thick, it has a fairly low melting point,” he replied.
“Then we’re burning our way through,” Articho stated with finality. He rolled the schematics back up and handed the paper to Freeze. “Let’s get to work, then. Frieda and Cacan, I want you gathering building materials and furniture. Break bars off of cells, tear the beds off of the walls, take it from other people, I don’t care. Just get us enough to make a decent sized shelter, seven beds, tables, and light sources. Ab, Kadab, and Alaka, I want you standing guard. The guards aren’t going to question us, but the other inmates will. They start asking questions, you tell them to fuck off or you’ll make them wish they had. Understood?”
The brothers all nodded with cruel grins as they cracked their knuckles. Articho nodded in approval of their display before looking to Freeze.
“Was wondering when you would get to me,” the Brenchian said with a cheeky grin.
“I had to save the best for last,” Articho replied. “I need you to put your smuggling skills to good use and get us some damn luxury items. If we want to keep up our strength, we’re going to need some good food, some comfortable bedding, access to personal hygiene items, and some medical supplies.”
Freeze scoffed in mock offense. “Do you really think so little of my skills? I’ll have most of that stuff by tomorrow.”
“Thank the goddess,” Frieda said. “I’m sick of this slop they feed us.”
“Ain’t we all,” Kadab commented. Ab and Alaka murmured out a quiet agreement as Articho clapped his hands together.
“Alright, boys. Let’s get to work,” the hybrid said. With that, the small group split apart to work on their respective jobs.
Articho dumped the large pieces of scrap metal he had gathered on to the ground. Frieda and Cacan had finished setting up the frame of his crew’s shack. It was fairly large for what they had on hand and it would serve fairly well as a base of operations. “Nice job, guys,” the hybrid commented. The two aliens looked over at him as he approached before grabbing the pieces of metal and attaching them to the frame. Ab, Kadab, and Alaka stood off to the side, talking quietly as they waited for someone to show up and try to ruin their plans. Freeze was still gone, working his magic to get the supplies they wanted for the sake of comfort. Slowly, the shack was coming together as Articho watched on.
That’s when he heard heavy footsteps coming from behind him.
Ab, Kadab, and Alaka stood up quickly as the footsteps grew closer. Articho could hear huffing, angry breath behind him. He looked to Frieda and Cacan, who had stopped working to look at the newcomer, and winked with a sly grin. He turned around and faced the source of the breathing. Or rather, he faced the source of the breathing’s stomach. Articho craned his neck and looked up at the giant alien in front of him. A Hera-seijin, by the looks of it.
“Damn, you’re ugly,” Articho immediately commented. The Hera-seijin’s breathing intensified and he bent over, putting his huge, scarred face in the hybrid’s own. “And the breath to match.”
“You’re either really brave or really stupid,” the alien said. Articho shrugged and gave the so-so hand gesture.
“I’ve been told I’m both,” he replied.
“Well, you’d better wise up, fucker,” the Hera-seijin said. “I control this prison and ain’t no one doing jack shit without my approval.”
“Yet, here I am, doing things without your approval.”
“I noticed and I want you outta here. This shack is mine now.”
“’Fraid I can’t let you do that,” Articho said, clenching his fists. He could sense that the Hera-seijin was ready to throw punches.
“And who’s gonna stop me?”
“Well, I own the place, so me.”
“A scrawny punk like you? Ha! Don’t make me laugh. It’s a wonder you’re even still alive right now.”
“Oooh, you sure got me,” Articho said sarcastically, unconsciously curling and uncurling his tail. “I’ve never been called weak before.”
“You keep that sarcasm up and-“
“And what? You’ll knock my teeth out? Break my jaw? Crush my skull? Jeez, get some more original threats.”
“I’ll fucking show you, you little shit!” the Hera-seijin shouted, rearing his fist back to punch Articho. His crew began to leap up from their places, only to stop as the hybrid caught the larger alien’s fist.
“Oh, come now. Was the violence really necessary?” Articho asked the bewildered alien. The Hera-seijin was babbling in confusion. The hybrid cracked his neck as he stood holding the alien’s hand, then glared at his opponent. “Here, I’ll give you a ride back to your cell.”
Articho let go of the Hera-seijin’s fist and sidestepped out of the falling alien’s path. With one, swift kick, the hybrid planted his foot into the alien’s stomach. The alien let out a huge gasp of air before flying off into the distance and crashing into a tall pile of junk.
“That settles that,” he said, dusting his hands off. “Let’s get back to it then, yeah?”
The crew hesitated for a moment before returning to their tasks. Articho stretched his hands above his head and grinned, Looks like he ruled these streets now.
Freeze walked through the makeshift door of their shack. The inside was well lit and beds lined the walls, though not much else could be said about it. The Brenchian whistled as he looked around the makeshift building. “Quite the digs we got now,” he said happily.
Articho grinned at Freeze from his bed and leaned back against the wall. “Sure is. And, I assume it’s only going to get better?”
Freeze nodded. “All the stuff you asked for should be here tomorrow.”
“Excellent! We’ll get started tomorrow!” Articho said as he kicked his legs up and lay back on his bed. “None of the other inmates should be bothering us from now on, too.”
“Why’s that?” Freeze asked, crossing his arms.
“I took down the guy who said he runs the place,” the hybrid bragged. Freeze only snorted in response, prompting Articho’s grin to change into a confused frown. He sat up and looked at the Brenchian. “What’s so funny?”
“You know how many people claim that?” Freeze answered, still laughing. “The only guy who runs this place is Warden Deez. And trust me, you do not want to get on his bad side.”
“Sounds like a punk ass bitch to me,” Articho replied, lying back down with a huff.
“You won’t keep that tune if you ever fight him,” Freida commented from his own bed as he read from a book.
“Sounds like a challenge,” the hybrid harrumphed. “Just you watch. When we escape, I’ll take down the Warden like its nobodies’ business.”
“We’ll see, squirt, we’ll see,” Freeze said, shaking his head with another laugh. Articho let out a loud “hmph” as he flipped the bird towards the Brenchian, which only prompted him to laugh even harder.
The chatter outside his cell died down, prompting Articho to look towards the door as Freeze entered, a triumphant grin on his face and their hired help huddled up behind him. The Brenchian held a piece of paper aloft in his hand, which he presented to Articho with a flourish. The hybrid returned Freeze’s grin and took the paper, unrolling it quickly for them all to look at.
“What would we do without you, Freeze?” Articho asked as his eyes scanned the schematics to the prison.
“Be stuck in this shithole for the rest of your life until you die or the Saiyans brainwash you,” Freeze replied matter-of-factly
“Way to put that back in our heads…” Frieda commented. Articho shushed him before placing his finger on the schematics and tracing it along a wall.
“Here’s the hanger,” the hybrid tapped his finger on the lined off area. He dragged his finger over to the wall next to it that separated it from the Polestar. “This is where we need to set up our base,” he said, tapping his finger on a spot on the wall. “Once we’re finished, we start digging.”
“Easier said than done,” Cacan retorted. “Wall’s thirty feet thick and of the strongest metal the Saiyans could get their hands on. No drill’s going to punch through that.”
“What about fire?” Articho asked. Cacan shrugged with a slight nod.
“That could work. For being so thick, it has a fairly low melting point,” he replied.
“Then we’re burning our way through,” Articho stated with finality. He rolled the schematics back up and handed the paper to Freeze. “Let’s get to work, then. Frieda and Cacan, I want you gathering building materials and furniture. Break bars off of cells, tear the beds off of the walls, take it from other people, I don’t care. Just get us enough to make a decent sized shelter, seven beds, tables, and light sources. Ab, Kadab, and Alaka, I want you standing guard. The guards aren’t going to question us, but the other inmates will. They start asking questions, you tell them to fuck off or you’ll make them wish they had. Understood?”
The brothers all nodded with cruel grins as they cracked their knuckles. Articho nodded in approval of their display before looking to Freeze.
“Was wondering when you would get to me,” the Brenchian said with a cheeky grin.
“I had to save the best for last,” Articho replied. “I need you to put your smuggling skills to good use and get us some damn luxury items. If we want to keep up our strength, we’re going to need some good food, some comfortable bedding, access to personal hygiene items, and some medical supplies.”
Freeze scoffed in mock offense. “Do you really think so little of my skills? I’ll have most of that stuff by tomorrow.”
“Thank the goddess,” Frieda said. “I’m sick of this slop they feed us.”
“Ain’t we all,” Kadab commented. Ab and Alaka murmured out a quiet agreement as Articho clapped his hands together.
“Alright, boys. Let’s get to work,” the hybrid said. With that, the small group split apart to work on their respective jobs.
Articho dumped the large pieces of scrap metal he had gathered on to the ground. Frieda and Cacan had finished setting up the frame of his crew’s shack. It was fairly large for what they had on hand and it would serve fairly well as a base of operations. “Nice job, guys,” the hybrid commented. The two aliens looked over at him as he approached before grabbing the pieces of metal and attaching them to the frame. Ab, Kadab, and Alaka stood off to the side, talking quietly as they waited for someone to show up and try to ruin their plans. Freeze was still gone, working his magic to get the supplies they wanted for the sake of comfort. Slowly, the shack was coming together as Articho watched on.
That’s when he heard heavy footsteps coming from behind him.
Ab, Kadab, and Alaka stood up quickly as the footsteps grew closer. Articho could hear huffing, angry breath behind him. He looked to Frieda and Cacan, who had stopped working to look at the newcomer, and winked with a sly grin. He turned around and faced the source of the breathing. Or rather, he faced the source of the breathing’s stomach. Articho craned his neck and looked up at the giant alien in front of him. A Hera-seijin, by the looks of it.
“Damn, you’re ugly,” Articho immediately commented. The Hera-seijin’s breathing intensified and he bent over, putting his huge, scarred face in the hybrid’s own. “And the breath to match.”
“You’re either really brave or really stupid,” the alien said. Articho shrugged and gave the so-so hand gesture.
“I’ve been told I’m both,” he replied.
“Well, you’d better wise up, fucker,” the Hera-seijin said. “I control this prison and ain’t no one doing jack shit without my approval.”
“Yet, here I am, doing things without your approval.”
“I noticed and I want you outta here. This shack is mine now.”
“’Fraid I can’t let you do that,” Articho said, clenching his fists. He could sense that the Hera-seijin was ready to throw punches.
“And who’s gonna stop me?”
“Well, I own the place, so me.”
“A scrawny punk like you? Ha! Don’t make me laugh. It’s a wonder you’re even still alive right now.”
“Oooh, you sure got me,” Articho said sarcastically, unconsciously curling and uncurling his tail. “I’ve never been called weak before.”
“You keep that sarcasm up and-“
“And what? You’ll knock my teeth out? Break my jaw? Crush my skull? Jeez, get some more original threats.”
“I’ll fucking show you, you little shit!” the Hera-seijin shouted, rearing his fist back to punch Articho. His crew began to leap up from their places, only to stop as the hybrid caught the larger alien’s fist.
“Oh, come now. Was the violence really necessary?” Articho asked the bewildered alien. The Hera-seijin was babbling in confusion. The hybrid cracked his neck as he stood holding the alien’s hand, then glared at his opponent. “Here, I’ll give you a ride back to your cell.”
Articho let go of the Hera-seijin’s fist and sidestepped out of the falling alien’s path. With one, swift kick, the hybrid planted his foot into the alien’s stomach. The alien let out a huge gasp of air before flying off into the distance and crashing into a tall pile of junk.
“That settles that,” he said, dusting his hands off. “Let’s get back to it then, yeah?”
The crew hesitated for a moment before returning to their tasks. Articho stretched his hands above his head and grinned, Looks like he ruled these streets now.
Freeze walked through the makeshift door of their shack. The inside was well lit and beds lined the walls, though not much else could be said about it. The Brenchian whistled as he looked around the makeshift building. “Quite the digs we got now,” he said happily.
Articho grinned at Freeze from his bed and leaned back against the wall. “Sure is. And, I assume it’s only going to get better?”
Freeze nodded. “All the stuff you asked for should be here tomorrow.”
“Excellent! We’ll get started tomorrow!” Articho said as he kicked his legs up and lay back on his bed. “None of the other inmates should be bothering us from now on, too.”
“Why’s that?” Freeze asked, crossing his arms.
“I took down the guy who said he runs the place,” the hybrid bragged. Freeze only snorted in response, prompting Articho’s grin to change into a confused frown. He sat up and looked at the Brenchian. “What’s so funny?”
“You know how many people claim that?” Freeze answered, still laughing. “The only guy who runs this place is Warden Deez. And trust me, you do not want to get on his bad side.”
“Sounds like a punk ass bitch to me,” Articho replied, lying back down with a huff.
“You won’t keep that tune if you ever fight him,” Freida commented from his own bed as he read from a book.
“Sounds like a challenge,” the hybrid harrumphed. “Just you watch. When we escape, I’ll take down the Warden like its nobodies’ business.”
“We’ll see, squirt, we’ll see,” Freeze said, shaking his head with another laugh. Articho let out a loud “hmph” as he flipped the bird towards the Brenchian, which only prompted him to laugh even harder.