The Vault

[Shaman Anaxilea]

*The Vault, also known as the Freezer, is the Cryogenic Hibernation Cell Block of the Corulag Galactic Maximum Security Prison. Here is where the prisoners too dangerous for the general population are held. The prisoners are placed in a cryogenic hibernation chamber until such time as they can be disposed of or in rare cases where they will remain forever. This is reserved for the galaxy's worst of the worst criminals, people too dangerous to be kept outside of these walls.*

*Twisted Fate, aka Subject III aka a ex-slave now turned experiment and Criminal Psychopath. She was transferred here once she was caught massacring her enslavers and the general populace. She was then brought to the organizations attention and transferred here, after denoting that she had advanced technologies and surgeries done to her at the RED Dawn Medical Facility, resulting in a most appealing and unique individual, though her mentality over the years was not all there.

Once obtained by the organization she was placed in a cryostasis with force cuffs and on an automated locking sustainment system which held her in the visible container that was not a complete cast for ease of access to her Neuro and Biological features. Though unrenounced to her the Organization continued its research and testing of Subject III affiliated Project Twisted Fate. Her body was kept at a relatively conductive temperature and her vitals were constantly monitored by either a Organization representative or automated equipment. She was deemed so brutal, hazardous for the general populace and such a unique force user that she was locked up here for the sake of the universe.*

*On the very bottom of the floor, hot yellow energy began to crackle around Syn as she stirred into consciousness as the carbonite began to melt away from her holdings. The cryo system crashed. She remembered that right away as she was free from her hold atleast but she then noticed something else... The tinking of chains, she was restrained in chains too? What madness was this.. Then the sound of men in suits armed with sharp, paralyzing objects took and poked. Syn gritted her teeth, as the objects penetrated her and into the skin the solution went. Where was she? With great effort, she opened her eyes first seeing bright light, so blinding it hurt to open them. It wasn't until about an hour later that she saw the four walls, floor a and ceiling made with the same cold, heavy metal and then the chains. It didn't make sense. Nothing made sense. They had drugged her, she remembered that, but why? Where in the galaxy was she? Why had she been restrained, it was like the experimentation project all over again. The sides of her body strung with pain from the injections from the staffs. She laid strung up by chains on her wrists and ankles blood slowly dripping from the wounds her head down, body almost motionless except from the subtle jerking of the muscles reacting to the pain.*

*The coldness of the room, the dripping of water onto the ground, the sharp pains is what kept bringing her around picking at her consciousness telling her to stay alive that she was tougher then this. They say your life flashes before you right before you die or so it is believed. As Syn lifted her fingers slowly rotating her wrists around she began the process of breaking her bond with the chains. These people sure wanted to crack Syn of her knowledge that sat in her head. Funny that she was born through torture and practically breathed pain. On mere occasions they came so close to breaking her but her resolve held for now the men were gone.*