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Whispering Mountain Prison

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Whispering Mountain Maximum Security Penitentiary, one of the most secure penal facilities in the Aschen Empire, nestled in the picturesque Olympus mountains.

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A Supermax prison built in the picturesque Olympus Mountains, Whispering Mountain is named from the whispers of it's long deceased inmates, whom either perished in the active volcano in which the Prison is built, or having been worked to death, doing hard labor.

Those who enter, seldom leave without the state's blessing.

No one has ever escaped either.
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Whispering Mountain Prison

Whispering Mountain Maximum Security Penitentiary, one of the most secure penal facilities in the Aschen Empire, nestled in the picturesque Olympus mountains.

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Whispering Mountain Prison is a part of Iter Caprica 1.


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Character Portrait: Joseph Lawson

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Whispering Mountain Prison
Maximum Security Block




Sometime between here and Victory Square, Joseph Lawson would have found himself rendered unconscious by the Adept that was escorting him here. He would awaken to find himself in a small six foot by eight foot cell, there were no amenities, save for a simple sink, and toilet combination, and a concrete slab that was supposed to serve as either a bench to sit upon, or a bed.

The concrete walls were clean, and there was only a single recessed light high in the ceiling. The cell door was a reinforced Starship grade trinnium, that even the strongest captor would find impossible to break.

This cell had no windows, and the only noise was the soft hum of the recessed light. Lawson didn't know it, but they were underground, and the cell seemed to be humid, musty, and quite warm.

All his clothes had been removed, and he had been dressed in a simple red jumpsuit.

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Character Portrait: Joseph Lawson

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Lawson looks around his rather small cell. He feels... he can't tell. Annoyed? Angry? Afraid? He doesn't know. In the meantime, he tries to clench his hand, the right one. He's missing two fingers, his little finger and his ring finger. He's also missing part of his index. As he tries to close his hand into a fist, the main result is twitching, then pain arcs through his arm as his hand finally cooperates with his wishes. He can tell what he's feeling now. Rage. He notices a piece of metal stuck in his palm, and uses his left to rip it out. It's about the size of a fingernail, but jagged and sharp. He watches the blood trickle out of the freshly made hole in his hand. He places his hand on the wall, and just watches the blood slide down its side. For a minute he considers slashing his wrists, but decides suicide isn't a death he wants. So he drops the piece of metal on the floor, and decides not to pick it up until suicide is his best option. He sits on the slab supposed to serve as a bed, and lays there, staring at the ceiling.


Waiting.

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Character Portrait: Madeline W. Character Portrait: Joseph Lawson

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There was an audible thunk in the door, the clamoring of metal tumblers as they shifted, and fell into place, pliant to the sounds of an inserting key with signified that there were visitors to this particular cell. The door opened with a heavy thunk, and on the other side were a pair of Aschen Marines, whom kept their sick sticks readied in the event they were necessary.

A middle aged, brunette woman stepped through the threshold of the door, with a rather large, and heavy file tucked under the crook of her arm.

Her expression was neutral, and she seemed to keep her cold gaze on the man in the cell. But she was perceptive, she kicked the small piece of steel back towards the door, anything could be a potential weapon, she wondered to herself why he wasn't checked for this? It didn't matter.

Her eyes focused on Joseph on the slab, before she tossed the file folder at him.

"What happens over the course of these next several days will be entirely up to you, they can go as smoothly, or as difficult as you want them to." The woman said, her voice cold.

"My name is Madeline, I'll be asking you some questions." She said. "Who are you, and who do you work for?"

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Character Portrait: Madeline W. Character Portrait: Joseph Lawson

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"Well, Ma'am, as for who I work for, and I know you may have trouble believing this, but I don't work for anyone. No one works for me, either." His eyes follow the piece of metal as the woman kicks it away. There goes his possibility of choice. "And as for who I am, my name is Joseph James Lawson. Apparently I'm a terrorist." He shakes his head and picks up the file the lady tossed at him. "What is this?" He starts to look at it in interest before laying it down next to him. Then he holds up his right hand, the one nearly destroyed. "I suppose you will withhold medical attention until I cooperate?"

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Character Portrait: Madeline W. Character Portrait: Joseph Lawson

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Lawson shakes his head before saying,“Listen, Miss Madeline, you all know why you’re here. I do too. You’re here because you have to interrogate me. I’m here because I freaked out and made a mistake. I pulled a gun on one of your police officers. I had illegal weaponry. All good, until I fucked up by trying to kill one of ‘em. All my fault. But I can swear to you, I don’t work for anyone.”

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Character Portrait: Madeline W. Character Portrait: Joseph Lawson

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Madeline stood there in silence, before she cast her gaze down to the file folder. She spoke once more, her voice cold, calculated.

"Unfortunately wrong, on all counts." She said cooly.

She turned her head to one of the prison guards. "No food, water, or medical attention for the prisoner. I'll be arranging for transfer to intelligence." She instructed.

"You came here for a purpose, Mr. Lawson. As you can see we've had our eye on you for some time. You came here to Langara from Sky's Edge." She narrowed her eyes.

"You see; you're going to help us Mr Lawson, whether you want too... Or not."

She slowly turned to leave.

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Character Portrait: Madeline W. Character Portrait: Joseph Lawson

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Lawson looks up at the ceiling, clasping his hands together and then spreading them wide. "Fine. Get me a pen and some paper." He says. "I'll write down all I know, then let you rip things out of my head. Fair deal?"
He hopes it is. He just wants to get out alive.

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Character Portrait: Madeline W. Character Portrait: Joseph Lawson

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Madeline stopped, there was a slight grin on her face as she turned, one heel over another to face Lawson once more, she made no further moves for a moment, watching him closely. "There's no need for pen and paper, tell me everything you know. Of course, we'll be verifying your intel, so there won't be any use lying to me." Madeline added. She made a gesture with her hand, and one of the guards turned to leave, returning a moment later with what looked like a can of dog food.

The guard chuckled.

"He must be hun-gry."

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Character Portrait: Madeline W. Character Portrait: Joseph Lawson

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Joseph sort of looks funny at the guard, and says, sort of confusedly, "No, not really. Taking a beating doesn't really make me hungry."

Then he turns to the interrogator, Madeline, and says one word, "Okay."

"So I am with a rebellion, partially based on Sky's Edge. I came here because I felt we weren't doing anything to fight at all. Occasional planning, but never any result. So I hid onboard a ship, bound for Langara, and brought some weapons with me, mainly explosives. I thought I could cause some chaos here. I wasn't even started before a group of police started coming near me. I presented my papers but panicked and drew a flash canister and a gun. Then, after some other failed escapes, I arrived here."
He looks up at the lady and the guards, hoping what he told them is enough for the time being.

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Character Portrait: Madeline W. Character Portrait: Joseph Lawson

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Madeline listened quietly as Joseph spoke, she committed every detail to memory, listening to him speak. So he was from a rebellion on Sky's edge? Intelligence knew of rumblings of disgruntled citizenry on that rather unruly province, Madeline had read a few dossiers on dissidents that had fled there, and yet, there was a rebellion? While Madeline's face was expressionless, she knew for certain, especially with the threat of Asylian genocide, that rebellion would not be tolerated.

"Obviously the lessons of the Great War of Magellan failed to reach our youth; such a travesty." Madeline lamented. "We're fighting for our very survival, and yet there are still those that would threaten to destabilize everything we have worked for." Madeline commented.

"You're fortunate, Mr. Lawson, with the state of affairs outside the Empire, they probably won't commit ground troops to root out your little rebellion."

Madeline shrugged, as she turned to leave.

"I suspect Navy will simply, glass them from orbit, and blame the Asylians."

She watched Joseph closely, studying him.

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Character Portrait: Madeline W. Character Portrait: Joseph Lawson

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Annoyance and fear fills Joseph's face. "From what I know, the Asylians mainly use magic. Glassing a planet filled with civilians of your own empire may seem far fetched to your citizens, but it will be stumbled upon soon enough. Asylians don't have the tech to glass a planet. They do full-scale attacks, for sure, but I doubt they'd glass a planet, even if it's for their little attack on you." he coughs a bit before continuing. "And you would genocide innocents before sending in soldiers? Think about it. Please. This is during a war. It could be considered a war crime. War crimes against your own is a good way for a revolution to spread. And do it, see if I care."
He blinks once and looks at his hands, wondering where that short speech came from.

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Character Portrait: Madeline W. Character Portrait: Joseph Lawson

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Madeline’s reaction didn’t change, and she continued to regard Lawson closely, watching his every move. She could see, and she could hear the annoyance, and maybe even fear in his voice. But the woman made her mind up.

“Your mind will be pumped for every last memory, and then we will deal with this insurrection before it can threaten our ability to protect ourselves from the Asylians.” Madeline remarked as she turned towards the door.

“Your world will likely be put to the sword, and the lessons of the Great War of Magellan will be taught to the fresh new minds of a generation.” She explained, nodding to one of the Marines, as he opened the door to let Madeline out, the door then slammed shut, leaving Joseph by himself to his own thoughts, and the dog food that sat there on a paper plate.

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Character Portrait: Madeline W. Character Portrait: Joseph Lawson

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Joseph silently wishes for a way to escape, fully knowing there is none. So he lets go of all self-worry and just decides to let go of his personal importance, setting his life as the last on his priorities list. He gave up information about his cause. He lays down on the slab, abandoning the food. He closes his eyes and drifts off into an uneasy sleep.