Mon Oct 10, 2011 6:42 am by Thrix Jewel
The cruiser marked to the public as the 'Charity' exited hyperspace above Osarian as a shuttle blasted off from the surface of the planet with a prisoner aboard.
As the crew waited for their newest prisoner, KR-2230 transferred an anesthetized and strip-searched Xeonon from the medical block to the prison holds of the Carrack cruiser. As Xeonon was plopped into a small 6 x 6 windowless, darkened cell KR used a spray bottle to remove the Vong restraint device. The clone quickly removed himself from the room, slamming the door shut and locked behind Xeonon, leaving a small slit in the door as Xeonon's only view into the outside world.
Time flew with the speed of hours, it might have seemed, until the militaristically silence was broken by the sound of a struggle.
"You can't do this to me! I didn't mean to leave! I mean it! He stole me! Please!"
KR-2230 accompanied by a team of security clones, dragged a young man through the halls of the ship to the cell opposite of Xeonon's. The new prisoner, in a few words, was a stunning thing to look at. In a white overcoat, thigh high boots and tan slacks he was impeccably dressed, but clothes did not make the man. The young man had shoulder length platinum hair, flawless milky skin, deep blue eyes the color of a clean sea and a pair of white feathered wings sprouting from his back. If he paused in his struggles against the captors, Thrix Jewel would look like something captured from a painting from one of the great artists or sculptors of the galactic core.
In his current frenzied, sobbing state, he was something much less. When Thrix opened his mouth to complain again, KR backhanded him, promptly silencing the genetic slave before throwing him into the room.
"He will need retraining, immediately," KR said to the team of nearly identical clones around him.
"How severe?"
"Level Three. The whole crew."
A brief pause. "Is that warranted? That might damage him psychologically for the Higher Ups."
"He is not wanted for what he says, merely what he looks like. He's been tailored to recover from the bruises quickly. Now get C-crew awake and down here. Stim them if you have to, but I want this individuality taken out of him by force. I'll get the ball rolling here. I need to blow some steam off after that kriffing mess in the Core."
"As you prefer, sir."
KR and the others formed a line at the door with military precision while the lieutenant headed off to the crew quarters. The door to Thrix's cell opened and shut. An indeterminate amount of time later, it reopened to allow a brief scream as KR-2230 left the room and his second in command stepped inside. One by one, other clones walked through the hallways and joined the line. By the fifth clone, the screaming ceased. By the tenth, only sobbing came out of the cell. After that, there was dead silence as, one by one, the clones emerged with bloody knuckles and mussed clothing.