Setting
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.
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.
Waiting.
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?"
"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.
He hopes it is. He just wants to get out alive.
The guard chuckled.
"He must be hun-gry."
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.
"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.
He blinks once and looks at his hands, wondering where that short speech came from.
“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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