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by LeiaHair on Sat Jan 02, 2010 2:07 am
OOC: Joint post between myself and Doran. Due to some borderline graphic content, the post is being reviewed by Remæus and may be edited in the near future. -LeiaHair-
IC: Nora Sanders, Collin Long, Theo Calxes, Adolfo the Cook (NPC)
Nora found herself starring down an antique gun. She knew the dangers of being shot by the pistol from her days smuggling illegal weapons (modern and antique alike) to dealers and collectors. Deep in her head, she laughed at herself for calculating the price of the weapon, however she couldn’t focus on the numbers over the screaming curse words streaming through her head. Putting her hands in the air before her, she smiled at the cook.
“Now, now. If you wanna be the dominate fig’er in this fantasy, why didn’cha jus’ say so!” She said with a wink. “I was planin’ ta whip ya into shape, boy... but if that’s the way ya wanna play, I’m all for it, honey.”
Not looking back to Collin, she forced herself forward step by step. It had been a year since she Nora had had to pay the price in a trade with her own body... and even that was with the Commissioner for a large sum of Herth (an extremely addictive serum that was both snorted and shot into the system directly) that would get her anything she wanted on the whole damn hunk of ice.
Suddenly, it clicked. She had two small syringes in the pocket she had made on her bra for smuggling small items. One needle would put enough Herth into the fat man’s system to send him into a myriad of euphoric dreams and vivid visions. If it worked.
As the gate closed behind her and Adolfo wrapped his sausage fingers around her arm, she could only hope it would.
*****
Collin wrapped his fingers around the gate and pulled at it desperately. Although he would never admit it, his relationship to Nora had meant more to him than just receiving food and luxuries. The small, fiery girl had grown on him through the years. However, it didn’t matter what he did, in the back of his mind the oversized brut knew it was hopeless.
Well, so much for that plan, Theo thought, as the gate closed, leaving Nora and Adolfo on the other side. He'd never be able to throw the rock with enough force to do what he needed; he'd only anger Adolfo and give him a large bruise, and that's if he even aimed properly, which he doubted he'd ever be able to accomplish.
However, Collin Long was a large man and he hoped he wasn't too much of a grunt to not know pitchball. Theo picked up a smaller rock and tossed it lightly against the wall near Collin's head to get his attention.
Startled, the large man snapped his head around to find the origin of the rock. Fear that it was a guard, he prepared himself to fight. Slowly his hands dropped to his side and his knees bent slightly. His oversized, brown eyes scanned every inch around him, yet he saw nothing... save for small foot prints leading to a nearby column.
Not a guard.
Standing up, he walked in that direction. “Hello?” He called softly.
"Shhh." Theo put his index finger to his mouth and attempted to silence the big man from alerting Adolfo. "Collin," he whispered, "It's... Theodore Calxes. Do you know me?"
He hoped that would calm the ogre from whipping around the pillar fists first. He needed him to get the door open, as he already had formulated a plan.
"Torrin's scrawny bitch?" Collin asked ovelry dry, trying to remember if he had ever traded directly with the skinny lad. There was nothing this weakling could do. Turning his back, Collin walked back over to the door. To his dismay, the cook had drug Nora almost the whole length to the kitchen door. Laying his head against the bars, he gave in.
"What can I do for you, Theadore Calxes?"
Seeing how far Adolfo had taken Nora by this point, Theo tossed the rock off to the side in disgust. He wanted it to travel far, but the heavy thing went about a foot before hitting the ground with a THUD, breaking some already broken cobblestones. "Well," he began as he walked to Collin's side, "Torrin does what he wants with me only so that the payback will be so much sweeter. Plus, I know he's being screwed by Henra on the whole Werax..." He realized what a tangent he had gone off on and focused back on subject.
"Collin, help me open this gate and I'll get you - and Nora - off this planet, safe and sound." He turned to look up at him to see his reaction.
“If I help you... you get me and her to that major’s ship?” Collin asked, an eyebrow raised. Growing up on ships, he knew he could fly almost any hunk of metal with an engine... he just didn’t know how to get past the security and programed docking locks. “What will it cost, Theadore Calxes? Do you, too, wish to bed Nora Sanders? Or is it drugs you seek?”
Theo knew that to "bed" Nora Sanders, he would have selected a more high-profile but more risky - to his identity - appearance on the prison and worked his way to her bed that way. Although Theo was interested in women, he wasn't interested in any women on this planet, or any women right now. Nobody could fulfill him right now, friends were temporary; the only friends he had ever had would have stabbed him in the back for money or prestige. His family was a wreck, only his mother could have cared for him, and she was lost. He only assumed a lover would be something in between. No, he'd only bed a woman to get something from her.
And drugs? Drugs were the stupidest invention of mankind. Agents that were intended to cloud your mind and judgement? Theo preferred his mind to be clear of such things.
But he didn't tell that to Collin. Best to keep his intentions secret, although "getting the hell off this planet" wouldn't be suspect at all, unless Collin suspected that wouldn't be enough. Best to think of Collin as a genius in a wrestler's body first, then assess his intelligence later.
"Drugs..." he replied to Collin. "I... can't survive without them." He played the part of a withdrawing addict, starting to look down and shiver. "I don't have them in me now. I need them. Get me up to that box."
He pointed to a control box over the gate, about 9 to 10 feet up. "I can open the gate from there. Hurry. We... we don't have much time."
Although his act was convincing, the giant of man noticed that Theo was lacking the sunken eye sockets and desperate gleam in his eyes. Not wanting to argue, though, Collin picked the scrawny man up.
Theo sat on Collin's shoulders and opened the box to look inside. Apparently, the Provosts thought its height would defeat any attempts to try to break it, as it wasn't locked shut. Nor was it complicated in any sense. Theo could break any lock as long as he knew what it was. For the past four years, he had been studying the security system of the prison and was sure that, while a state of the art system for its time, it had many loopholes and bugs coming from many years of a lack of upgrades and user-created macros to maximize efficiency, which only made the holes bigger. He had never tested his theory until now, but was about to.
If only he had a wire cutter... he pried the rusted panel loose and stared at the connections. Dozens of wires flowed through here, and he could see where the insulation wire was broken in many spots as well, luckily not where he had to work. He didn't want to be electrocuted on this day, the day he would finally be rid of this planet. A simultaneous disconnection of the master switch as well as the communication relay should open the door without sending an alarm to the guard station. Theo pushed some other wires out of the way and then grasped the two with his right hand. Closing his eyes, he yanked.
Judging from the sudden heat, some sparks flew out, but he didn't feel it damaged him. The groan coming from the gate told him it worked.
Almost forgetting the small man on his shoulders, Collin took a few steps towards the door. Pausing only to help the man to the ground, the brut ran down the corridor towards the entrance to the kitchen. He was going to make the cook pay if he harmed a single head on that girl’s head. Although, he was sure Nora could handle herself.
****
Practically skipping, the fat cook had lead the trapped Nora through the kitchen, past the coolers and storage, and into his small, crowded bunk. The heavy stench of the morning’s protein gruel hung in the stale air. After the door closed with a hiss, the small girl was thrown roughly onto the bed.
Adolfo licked his worm-like lips with his fat tongue. The woman could see the hunger in his eyes and could only assume in his pants, although the fat roll and dirty apron easily hid any sign that she was right. Wanting to get to her stash as quickly as possible... and wanting to be in control, Nora slid her leather coat off and let it drop to the bed.
“I bet you’ve been waiting for this for a long time...” She said with a smirk, slowly taking off layer by layer. Standing up, down to one button up cotton shirt, Nora slowly unbuttoned a button per step until her bra covered breasts pressed against his enormous gut.
The fat man fumbled to untie the overused apron as Nora’s slender fingers slid between the fat man’s tree-trunk thighs. Cupping his parts with one hand, she slowly unzipped the handmade pants. She could feel his excitement grow next to her hand as well as in his giddy shifting of weight. Her mind quickly started to calculate what she needed to do.
In order for the Herth to work, Nora needed a vein to inject it into. With all the fat on his body, she felt the best place to attempt this was going to be the large, throbbing vein that supplied the cock with blood. Due to the stimulation she was about to bestow with her mouth, it would be a quick rush to the fat man’s head. Reaching into the small pocket in the right cup of her bra, Nora pulled out one of the small needles... concentrating on keeping him distracted. He groaned and moaned softly as she took the cap off the needle.
His sausage fingers suddenly grabbed her hair. At first she was afraid she had been caught, but as the cook began to shove her head against him, she relaxed and prepared to stick his vein at first chance. It came when she had to force her head up for a breath. Running her hand along the spit covered appendage, she stuck the bulging vein with the needle and pressed the drug as fast as she could. Quickly scooting away from his growing furry, Nora dashed for the safety of the opposite side of the room.
Within seconds, Adolfo’s eyes rolled into the back of his head... and he fell to the ground with a giant thud.
Not wasting time, Nora dressed herself and pocketed the gun. She only hoped she could get to Collin and the ship before the cook was discovered.
********
Collin ran through quickly, leaving Theo to dust himself off. His hands were already cooling off in the air, so any pain he might have felt was either not there or numbed in the wind. Either way, Theo forgot about it and ran off after Collin.
Or should he? He slowed down a bit, thinking as he ran. He could get to the hangar easily, that much was certain, and he was even certain that the security system protecting the hangar would be ten times more difficult than the door out of the yard. He probably could not pilot a ship, but it likely had an autopilot, and authentication codes to get by whatever ship was in orbit. The only problem was that it likely lacked some type of FTL drive for such a tiny ship. That would be the problem. Maybe he should take Collin, which meant taking Nora along as well. As far as Theo was concerned, they were dead weight. He hoped they were smart enough so that, when they finally reached freedom, they separated and never spoke again. Theo could fashion himself a new identity, he didn't care if they couldn't.
He decided he needed them, for now.
Nora exited the fat cook's bunk quickly, leaving Adolfo on the ground with his pants down and in an uncompromising position. She felt that would give the Provosts something unsettling to look at when they inevitably found him. She was just deciding which way to go before Collin almost literally burst through the door. From the noise it gave, she thought it was knocked off its hinges, but thankfully was not.
"Nora Sanders." Collin said, predictably.
"Adolfo will not be having a good day." She replied, dryly. "Come on, let's get out of her-"
She was inturrupted by a tall, thin babyface coming in after Collin. One look at him told Nora everything. Theo Calxes, a runner under the "employ" of several of the self-appointed drug lords of the prison, who, she suspected, receives way too much than any one man deserves. Whenever Nora had dealt with him, she always saw him as a ‘Yes, ma'am, no ma'am’ kind of weakling, which instantly made her think there was something else deep down.
That weak face was not on his expression today. Now, he wore one of intense determination.
Theo was surprised to see Nora standing there looking as if she had just exited the shower, save for the messy hair. Buttoning her shirt up, Theo caught a glimpse of breast and bra but roughly told his mind to shutdown at that and get to business. "Nora, I'm sure you know me. Let's save the introductions and get to the hangar. I'm sure I can get us through the security."
Nora raised an eyebrow at the suddenly-overconfident Theo. Where, oh where, did you learn to do that? She thought, but guessed that he was in Jakau for something. "Oh, do you, now?" she said, raising her brow.
Collin walked to the door leading out to the hallway. "Nora Sanders, there is no more time for this." He opened the door a crack but saw nothing. "The coast is clear, but won't be for long." He told them both.
The three of them silently left the kitchen, all attempting to pad their feet against the concrete floor to minimize their footsteps. Along the way were two guards, but both were easily dispatched with when Collin decided both of their heads needed a little... connection to each other. A sudden, hard connection.
Reaching the final door before the hangar, Theo's heart sank. It was twice as large as the other doors, and likely twice as thick to keep the engine exhaust and grease in and away from the prison and to keep the prisoners out of it. The electronic door lock was a newly-upgraded TanStar 3400, a model that hadn't even been released before Theo had been caught, although he had heard about it in the trade magazines. The previews described it as "unbreakable", although they were all intended to be, but the operating system had also been redesigned from the source code up. With no basis or previous experience to rely on, Theo would need hours upon endless hours to even get a crack in this machine, and his own computer link as well, none of which he had.
"Shit." was all Theo could say.
"What?" Nora said. "Is that what your mind is really made up of?" She suppressed a chuckle at her own joke, and even Collin had a slight upturn on the corner of his mouth. Theo's face went red with all the fire and rage of embarrassment and being called on it. He turned to slap her, not caring that Collin was right beside her and knowing he would be dead seconds afterwards, when he heard a rifle being cocked. A half-dozen rifles, to be exact.
"FREEZE! ON THE FLOOR!" came the unmistakable Provost orders. They all had the same tone in their voice when in authority.
All three of them put up their hands, but hesitation by all of them led the impatient Provosts to provoke them. "I said, get down!" their commander ordered. "Put them down!" he told his troops. And then, the rifles fired.
The last thing Theo thought was, "Why are they on stun mode?" before his mind went black.
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