Society of Justice 3: Crisis on the Earth

[Lizmichi]

After Alex has brushed her hair out of her eyes from the wind of the aircraft landing, right after her stomach stopped doing back flips from the trans-denominational trip, she looked up hearing the voice in her head. She was about to respond to it when she saw the face of what seemed to be Victor. "Why is he here?" she said under her breath.

She knew it was best to go without a fight but her anger was showing as gray light danced around her body. "What is this place and why is Victor here?" she said louder.

The solders looked at Alex funny almost as if they knew her. One solder started to walk up to her but stopped.

"What the fuck is going on?" she said trying not to yell.
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Eric looked around at the ships and then saw what Alex was looking at. "What? This can't be possible?" he said to himself seeing some of the others being taken captive. He figured it would be best to hand himself over to them.

As a solder approached him he put his arms up. Sadly Eric found himself face down on the ground within mere moments. "What the hell? I gave myself up to you." he said struggling at first but was quickly over powered.

 

[Captainguy42]

Due to his size four soldiers worked to arrest Tommy. Two of them aimed their guns at his head and neck while another two went behind his back. Just like others these two tried to manhandle him. One grabbed his right arm to try and twist it behind his back, while the other heel stomped the back of his knees to bring him down. Against Tommy's strength all that happened was the one grabbing his arm hurt a rotator cuff, and the stomper stumbled when Tommy's leg failed to give. As the soldiers looked at each other in confusion, Tommy slowly lowered himself to his knees and put his arms behind his back. The soldiers quickly put two pairs of cuffs on him before smacking him in the face with their rifle butts, something that only managed to but a crack in the rifle's stock. Tommy allowed the soldiers to pick him off his knees and drag him to the gun-ship Levi was in.

"Well, this is going swimmingly." Tommy muttered as he took a seat. Suddenly he was smacked across the face again.

"No talking!" Barked a guard. Alrighty then Mr. Big Soldier man. Tommy thought to himself as he examined the dent that last smack had left in the stock.

 

[RBMidknight]

"Let me go you-" the rest of Taryn's protest was silenced by a heavy gloved hand over her mouth. Turning to glare at the guard assigned to her, she continued telling him, in detailed Spanish, what he could do with his 'friend' for separating her from Levi. Ignoring her muffled ranting the guard pulled out a pair of handcuffs and locked them onto one wrist.

Taryn wanted to be with Levi. She needed to be with him. And only slightly less important then that, she needed to know who was wearing Levi's face in this world. Electricity flared up from Taryn's hands in response to her stress and anger. Instead of jumping back the guard who was handcuffing her simply jerked her un-cuffed arm backwards. Pain radiated from Taryn's shoulder and she choked on a curse depicting inappropriate relations between goats and guards. The electricity fizzled and lost focus, disappearing into the guard's protective gear and gloves.

'We've been here five minutes and already this is worse than an alien planet.' Taryn's mouth was uncovered. Before she could move a pistol was settled on the back of her neck. Taryn muttered a final curse and shuffled forward reluctantly.

 

[socialtangent]

"Sir, what should we do with this one? The Key strain is at it's full potential in him."

Lector activated his personal comm.

"Assign two of our Keyholders to escort him," he ordered. "He will not be going anywhere".

The large man escorted into his ship took up a good deal of the remaining room for passengers. Troubling, but there was sufficient room in the other ships for the rest of the prisoners and Ares Squad.

[hr]

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Why don't you tell us?" the soldier asked rhetorically, his weapon still raised. Another soldier came in from the right and jammed a stun device into Alex's side. The high water content of her body served to conduct the electrical current, inflicting debilitating pain. The moment she fell to the ground, a third soldier was on her, slapping a pair of cuffs and roughly bring her up to her feet.

"You're under arrest, O'Harrus," the first soldier finished.

[hr]

The arrests were taking far too long. Curious civilians were beginning to assemble around the scene. A perimeter was quickly formed by the men not occupied with the arrests, keeping them at bay. The situation was getting out of hand, and quick. Whoever was responsible for this disorganization would be adequately punished in due time.

Lector activated the comm again and barked out an order. "The prisoners are to be secured and ready for transport in two minutes. Any longer and there will be consequences".

[hr]

The General's angry tone was more than enough to motivate the soldiers, who processed the remaining subjects and herded them into the other gunships in record time; they all knew what happened when the General was upset. Ares Squad divided themselves up into smaller groups and accompanied each gunship, leaving the remaining men to secure the scene and reroute civilian traffic.

With everything sorted out, the gunships took off. Their destination: Prison Block Theta, Washington, D.C.

[hr]

Levi sat motionless as the gunship took off. The only noise that punctured the tense silence was the constant droning of the engines. Victor - he refused to acknowledge him by his rank or alias - stood in the back, arms crossed behind his back and black eyes keeping them all under constant watch. Taking his own eyes off of Victor for a moment, Levi looked at Tyson and Tommy. His expression conveyed his utter hopelessness and terror.

 

[Lizmichi]

"O'Harrus? That's my father's last name now let go for me you asses." Alex yelled trying get free but her legs felt weak. "How do you know about my father?" she demanded her body failing her. "Why the hell is Victor here?" she said being dragged away. Her body was in a mass amount of pain. Ever bit of her hurt as she shook then vomited.

Eric had been loaded onto the ship by the time Alex was shocked and sighing. "Where are we?" he asked himself as he saw Alex being handcuffed and dragged away.

----------------------

In the office of Marcus O'Harrus he and another Alex were working on more experiments to improve Alex. "Well it seems you've taken to the muscle enhancements well. Now to get that bastard Masterson would add us in our mission." Marcus said to Alex as she sat in a chair across from him. "Father I'll make him come around at some point." Alex said coolly.

"You had better or I will be sure that Lector will punish you for failing me. You are prefect so you should never fail unless time spend on you was worthless." Marcus said standing up and put a hand on his daughter's shoulder gripping it tightly but Alex didn't flinch. "I won't fail father. I'm here to serve you." Alex said coldly gripping her father's hand and pulling it off her.

 

[CounterAttack]

±Once we break out, which may or may not be difficult depending on how things go down, and are free and clear, I can take all of you to any of the Resistance bases in the area,± Spoon answered Garrus as their gunship lifted off. ±You mentioned you were supers? What powers do you possess? I saw one of your number wearing a full outfit of plant life... and you are clearly a shapeshifter,± he added upon looking over to Rowan, who was mimicking the psychic's form perfectly.

±As you are most likely well aware by now, I am in possession of powerful psychic capabilities. Teleportation with or without a group, thought-speaking and minor will enforcement are among my repertoire,± he explained. ±If I wished, and with the time necessary to do so, I could hijack this gunship and turn it on its fellows, or cause our guards to jump out and fall to their deaths. But that would give me away, and we would be blown out of the air soon after I began... if they did not detect my intrusion into their minds, and just shoot me. I cannot stop a bullet once it has left its gun.±

[hr]

Rowan blinked, shocked, when Spoon pointed out his primary ability in a heartbeat. He hadn't even realised he had shifted, but apparently he was in a different form. ±Yes... yes, you are right. I'm a shapeshifter,± he answered before Spoon continued 'speaking', careful not to look at either the guards or his team-mates. If the soldiers knew they were talking through their minds - a fact that he still found bizarre and slightly uncomfortable - they would all probably receive a bullet in the foot. Sure, he could regenerate from the injury by shifting into a different guise, but the thought of actually feeling a shot pierce his skin, and maybe bone, scared him like little else could. People like Tyson or Richard would probably scoff at that, but deep down Rowan still had civilian roots. And civilian fears.

[hr]

Slumped in her seat, head lolling forward, Katie groaned and tried to sit up properly. The restraints, her armour, and the rise and fall of the moving gunship didn't help her efforts. When she eventually managed it, she found two guards covering her with their rifles, and two more aiming at the person strapped in next to her. She looked over and found that it was Jason... maybe they had the Key in this strange dimension.

She suddenly realised she felt a little sick, and her head was hurting. It wasn't often that the Society was under arrest, or heavily armed guard... it was disturbing, and Katie didn't like it. Leland might have known what to do to get them out of their predicament... she missed him. Would he be able to reach her, wherever they were? Would the Society even be able to get back to their home? Katie didn't know.

Briefly she contemplated attacking the guards from her position... but her splitting headache told her that was a bad idea.

 

[tsatoma]

±'Well I can create shock waves and such. It can be pretty useful most of the time. As for my brother...he's a cyborg, so whatever comes with that,'± Garrus responded to Spoon, hearing a loud beep of annoyance from Ethan before a quick hit from the butt of a gun stopped him from making anymore noise.

±'Sorry that that happened,'± he told Ethan, turning his attention back to Spoon, ±'We'll certainly break out given enough time. I don't think they really know what they're dealing with yet. We just need to wait for the right time, or at least be able to plan an escape from this prison we're heading too. I think we all appreciate what you've told us, it takes a lot to get caught and taken to prison for people you don't know.'±

 

[elementsoul]

I hope those fools don't tell that man anything. However some of them are probably dumb enough to tell a person we shouldn't even come close to trusting at this point our powers. I hope they aren't stupid enough to tell him mine because if he's a spy, I'll have to kill both him and whoever told him. Tyson broke from his thought when he saw Levi's look, it wasn't a good sign. He'd have to reassure him, since nonfunctional team members were not something Tyson needed when he started their break out. Before he had a chance to think of a way to communicate to Levi, in order to calm him down, one of the soldiers came over to him.

"Remove your armour." The soldier ordered Tyson. Not pleased but wanting to keep up the compliant farce, Tyson had to no choice but to give up his armour. "I'll need the tools from my bag. Make sure to get one of the empty plastic bags too." Tyson replied before getting a pissed off lock from the soldier for having to make him do extra work.

As soon as the guard turned his back Tyson noted that the other soldiers weren't paying attention to them and with Lector at his back he knew how he could communicate with Levi. "Don't worry about him. We already killed him once, doing it again isn't even a challenge. Remember that he isn't part of you, and it's only you inside of yourself now." Tyson mouthed to Levi before the soldier turned around after finding the tools and a small plastic bag.

When the soldier approached Tyson, he threw the tools at him. Tyson pulled his hands from behind his back with an open pair of zip tie handcuffs. "I figure I won't be needing these." Tyson said with a smug smile, before getting the butt end of a rifle to the same spot in his face that he was hit before. The blow hurt and Tyson spit out some blood onto the floor. Looking up Tyson gave the soldier a bloody smile.

Quickly removing and detaching the minimum amount of parts required to get the armour off, Tyson stacked them on the seat next to himself. A pair of metal handcuffs were placed on Tyson with his hands out front, so that it would be visible if he removed them. The soldier then picked up the tools and armour before putting them back into Tyson's bag.

"As long as you keep everyone from doing something stupid when we get to the prison and you anwser his questions in short, simple, vague answers, things will be alright. As soon as I'm alone with him, I'll introduce him to the monster within me and then use my training to break everyone out. Just keep it together till then and trust me. I won't let anyone down." Tyson mouthed to Levi again when the soldiers back was turned.

A feeling of nakedness was starting to come over Tyson without his armour, as he was now left in his black long sleeved shirt and pants. He turned back from Levi and looked over at Lector with a less than pleased look before giving him a shit eating bloody grin followed. Opening his mouth and licking the blood off his teeth with his tongue was just an added insult that followed. It seemed that Lector didn't appreciate the gesture and tightened Tyson's handcuffs so that they cut into his wrists causing them to bleed. He then pulled Tyson's arms up and slammed his hands into his face using the handcuffs. Tyson swallowed his pride and returned to looking straight across from his seat.

 

[Pm0n3y]

Jason continued to struggle and resist arrest as two of the soldiers forcefully dragged him onto the nearest gunship, muttering angry words as they shoved him down and tightly strapped him down in one of the seats. With his wrists and ankles still in shackles, Jason continued to wriggle in the seat, in hopes to loosen something. One of the soldiers that placed him on the ship found himself fed up with Jason's constant defiance.

"Stop squirming before I make you stop!" He demanded, swatting at the Keyholder with the butt of his rifle, the strike leaving a crack across Jason's armored cheek. The blow left the boy unfazed, looking back at the soldier with an unseen grimace.

"You're gonna have to hit me harder than that if you plan to intimidate me." Jason replied with an smug scoff. The soldier replied by releasing his gun, taking off one of the gloves that accompanied the military grade armor. The uncovered hand was fitted with Key armor, yet it was declawed, and no show of wear-n-tear like Jason's. The soldier swung at the weakened spot he left with his gun, the crack expanding exponentially, causing some of the armor to chip and fail, and exposing some of Jason's skin. Realizing that the soldier could inflict real damage on him, Jason calmed down and slumped into his seat, trying his best to reposition his arms (still cuffed behind his back) in hopes to prevent a loss of circulation. As he looked up, he realized that the guards that had their guns positioned on the weakened Katie now had their sights affixed on him. Jason breathed a short sigh of relief.

"Even in times of complete dispair and imprisonment,you still find a way to protect your friends. I don't know if that's an act of bravery...or stupidity." Erebus pointed out in true deadpan fashion.

"It's a bit of both...maybe with some ignorance mixed in for good measure...i'm not entirely sure." Jason replied simply as he looked in Katie's direction.

"Hey, how're you holding up Kate?" He asked, attempting to nudge at her before realizing that his hands were still stuck behind his back.

"Better question, where do you think they're taking us?" Erebus asked.

"Hopefully somewhere that doesn't end with me seeing my father, or some other sort of Key Elder...but seeing that some of these soldiers are Keyholders...we might just be in for an unwanted family reunion." Jason replied nervously.

 

[CounterAttack]

±I would not wish anyone to suffer at the hands of these men... least of all Lector,± Spoon replied. ±Needless to say, he and I do not get along well. I would have killed him in a heartbeat if it did not mean that his minions would open fire on you, thinking you to be the source of his death. Your unexpected appearance may help me to my own goals... if we survive their methods of 'interrogation'.± When he mentioned Lector, the psychic thought-spoke with a considerable amount of hatred in his voice.

±My apologies. I should not dwell on such things for too long,± he added. ±But back on topic. You are probably correct in thinking that these guards do not know what they are getting into with these arrests. Hopefully your powers will prove useful in our escape...± He trailed off momentarily, thinking. A plan had come to his mind.

±I can obtain a layout of the prison from a guard's mind easily enough, and from there it will be a simple matter of collecting everyone from their cells before we break out of the last one. We will likely be isolated and contained in some way, so the best way to get away from the prison would be a quick teleport. Unless the Resistance chooses this day to initiate an attack, and save us a bit of the trouble. What do you think?±

[hr]

Katie focused her gaze on Jason, though her headache made it difficult to look at him properly. "Jase... I don' feel so good," she murmured quietly, her speech slurred a little. "Want to go home... need rest."

"Shut it," one of the soldiers ordered, rounding on her and aiming his gun for her chest. Instinctively she tightened the vines and branches crossing her torso, hoping to minimize the impact. As she did so, she felt a tingling damp sensation in her left hand, and caught a faint scent of something slightly flowery. Within a few seconds she felt a little better, and her vision sharpened a little. The glove containing her Bimini plant must have triggered when she reinforced her armour.

A little more focused and feeling better, she gave Jason another, slightly more reassuring look. "Little better now," she added before receiving a light whack with the butt of the soldier's rifle.

"I said shut it, flower shop."

 

[NeoAC]

Brian knew there was something he really disliked about this world, and these soldier men were confirming it with every move. Not only that, he recognized the leader, the man who caused so many problems in that weird olden-time world, that British bastard that was intertwined with Levi. He wanted to make a move, to slash a wider smile into that smug stupid face but the soldiers with guns had other ideas.

They swooped on the group, a couple of them moved in to rip the scythe out of Brian's hand. He resisted a bit, but that only earned him a butt-end smack from one of the soldier's guns. "Ah, dude! Not cool, eh?" he complained.

"Hey, looks like we got one of them Canadian resisters," the soldier commented. "I thought they were all wiped out when the States took them over. Wonder how this one survived?"

"Who cares?" the other one asked rhetorically. He jabbed his gun into Brian's back a second time. "Move it!"

The soldier kept shepherding members towards the gunships, and with a final shove, Brian was knocked into one of the last ones. He landed on the cold metal ground with a thud. Before he could make a move to try and get out, the doors were slammed shut.

 

[socialtangent]

Levi stared blankly at Tyson. The monster inside? Could he mean...the thing that replaced him during the battle in his mind? That grotesque human/bat hybrid? His precise recollection of the creature was spotty at best, but the ear-splitting shriek it made stood out in his memory. Could Tyson control the monster if he called upon it? The thought of an out of control bat-Tyson was not a pleasant one.

"I hope you know what you're doing," he mouthed discretely.

[hr]

Bishop and the lookalike were talking to each other through lip-reading. How adorable.

"It is best that you keep to yourselves," Lector warned them, this time tightening both sets of handcuffs with the most minute of mental efforts. "There will be plenty of time to talk". He sneered. "Just you wait".

[hr]

Within a half hour, the four gunships arrived at Prison Block Theta. The installation was massive, surrounded by a large wall that formed a hexagon. Four bridges radiated out from a center tower and reached out to the prison walls. The space inside was populated by dense, tightly packed prison blocks and barracks. Additional smaller towers equipped with spotlights and sentries were distributed throughout to keep watch on groups of prisoners standing outside.

The ships approached a series of landing pads located on the far end of the complex. A contingent of soldiers waited in formation around them as they made their landing approach. Soon after, they touched down and opened their doors. The members of Ares Squad exited the ships first, their prisoners following behind them.

Waiting to receive them was a man in full military uniform, standing straight with his hands clasped behind his back. When Lector disembarked from his gunship, he approached the man, who gave him a crisp salute.

"General, a pleasure to have you," he greeted.

"No time for formalities, Warden," Lector replied. "These prisoners are to be processed immediately and placed under maximum security". He gestured to Bishop and the doppelganger. "The men, however, are to be transferred to our personal chamber. See to it that this gets done".

"Yes, sir!" the Warden replied. He turned his attention to the Ares Squad commandos. "You heard the General. Get to it!"

The helmeted soldiers nodded and herded the prisoners into two groups. Levi and Tyson were separated and led off with Lector, while the others were escorted by the remaining soldiers into the maximum security block. The prison block had two stories, each under constant guard by a patrolling soldier. As the group walked by, the inmates began shouting and jeering them, throwing out all sorts of insults and threats.

They were led through another door, this one leading into a far more quiet section of the block. Security here was noticeably more intense than in the general population, the ordinary soldiers replaced with helmeted and fully armored commandos not unlike the ones escorting them. Going even further into the prison, they eventually stopped in a block full of cells that were far different the ones in previous sections. Their doors were heavily reinforced, looking more the entrance to a safe than a jail cell.

The soldiers forced the team into these cells, in groups of two and three per room. After they had been secured, the doors were shut tight. The cells were sparse, only containing a few beds, a single toilet, and no window. A glance in any direction was rewarded only with a dull white.

[hr]

Levi and Tyson were escorted by Lector and two members of Ares Squad to his private chambers in the central tower. This room was somewhat spacious and lightly decorated with paintings along the walls. A large computer screen hung on a wall above a terminal in the back. There was also a set of doors, which Lector led them through. They led into a larger room that hosted a pair of interrogation chambers. The soldiers took Levi and Tyson and put one in each of these cells.

With the two prisoners secured, Lector decided to interrogate Bishop first. As a prominent member of the Resistance, the information he had would be absolutely vital. That is, if he could get it out of him. Of course, he did have his methods. Lector entered Bishop's interrogation cell with a sort of grin.

"Hello, Mr. Bishop. We've been waiting for a chance to speak with you".

[hr]

Levi was rather roughly tossed into the cell. Still handcuffed, he couldn't properly balance himself and hit the ground hard. He managed to sit up and scoot backwards against the wall. The cell was completely empty, the only object in the room being the light fixture that saturated the room with an irritatingly yellow light. His gaze dropped to the floor as he waited for the inevitable visit from Victor.

 

[CounterAttack]

"Keep your hands off me, you assholes," Katie snarled as one of the soldiers shoved her into a cell after two others. "Or I swear to God you will not enjoy what I'll do to you..." She thought she heard a short, sharp laugh as the cell door slammed closed. It had been an empty threat and she knew it. At the sight of the maximum security cells, she had forgone all sense of coming quietly, struggling against her handcuffs and generally making a fuss. Nature was not to be contained in such small a space.

Two guards had had to restrain her as they walked, one pressing the barrel of a pistol to the side of her head to shut her up. Katie was by no means stupid enough to try to use her plants to escape, especially since some of the Society members were not as protected as she was. And even then, she doubted the chances of the armoured Society members against so many armed guards.

She looked over to the others in her cell: Jason and Taryn. The three of them had been on the same gunship together, though Katie had been too out of it to initially register the technopath's presence. After the Bimini's healing salve had kicked in, she had taken a while to properly recover from the blow to the head, and only noticed Taryn late into the aerial trip. Disregarding the bland walls and spartan furnishings, Katie approached her team-mates. "Are you guys alright? Did they hurt you at all?" she said quietly, not sure if there were many listening devices or security cameras in the cell. It looked like there was just one in a corner: maybe Taryn could disable it.

[hr]

Rowan stumbled as he was pushed into a cell, tripping over his own feet. By the time he got up, the door was already shut and locked. Already the room looked small and claustrophobic... "No... no, no, no, we gotta get out. There's gotta be a way to bust out of here, surely," he stammered to himself, ignoring the others in the room. Where was Spoon? His duplicate self could get them out... Spoon wasn't with him. They had been put into different cells; Rowan had watched as the psychic had casually walked into one of them. Strangely enough, one of the guards had whipped round to glare at him behind his opaque helmet.

"Shit... shit, this is not good," he muttered, taking a seat on one of the beds. At least he could get out of the constraining handcuffs. To do so, he shifted into the guise of a ten-year-old boy and the shackles just fell straight off, clattering to the floor; they had been intended to be secured over much thicker adult wrists. Rowan immediately transformed back into his usual self, rubbing and flexing his wrists even though the shapeshifting process had a painkiller built into it. Security cameras be damned, he wanted his hands free.

With no idea what to do, or how they were going to get out - despite what Spoon had said - Rowan looked down at the floor, a hand over his eyes as he tried to hold back tears.

[hr]

As Spoon walked with the guards and the supers, he was focusing on drawing a map of the place. He was focused more on the maximum-security wing than anything else: he needed to know the layout of the facility.

Two of the others had been led off somewhere... they were the one who had tried to insult him, and the man who suggested he run before he was brought in with them. That was a flaw in his plan: he didn't know where they were going, and he would have to interrogate someone to find them after getting the others out. Lector had taken them... that bastard.

Spoon reached out to a guard's mind as he walked into a cell, and wrenched a copy of the plans of the building from the man's brain. He was by no means subtle about it, since he needed the information: the guard flinched almost invisibly, clapping a hand to the side of his head as he spun and faced into the cell before the door closed. Presumably he had his gaze locked onto Spoon: the psychic couldn't tell behind that opaque helmet. There was a fair chance he had been caught out as attacking the guards: if that was the case they might even do something to retaliate... he could turn that into an advantage, maybe even the escape plan that he was improvising.

It had by no means been a pretty procedure, but he had what he wanted: the thickness of the walls between the cells, as a part of the map. He had never tried to teleport if he couldn't see his destination before... that was going to be difficult.

Once the door to the cell was closed, Spoon immediately turned his attention to the keyholes in each of the cuffs on his wrists. Just like he had done many times before, he pushed a little at the keyholes, shaping his telekinetic power to the inner workings of the lock. The restraints popped open simultaneously after a couple of seconds, and Spoon cast them aside without a second thought. With that problem out of the way, Spoon turned to the others in his cell and began to thought-speak to them. ±Okay... I think I know how to get us all out of here. I have a map of the building. The one flaw in the plan, though, is those two who were led away from us. Who were they, and why did Lector take an interest in the one that wasn't Lieutenant Bishop?

±They are obviously part of your team, and I trust you will want them freed as well as yourselves... perhaps we should try to break out sooner rather than later. Who knows what that fucker Lector will do to them... please excuse the language.±

 

[Pm0n3y]

Once the supers were split into different groups, the soldiers brought them towards the specialized cells, Jason being one of the first ones in line to enter. The two soldiers that carried him through the prison were the same ones to casually toss him into the cold, drab confinement, abruptly coming in contact with the concrete ground. As he struggled to get to his feet, he realized that others were lead into the cell as well, a equally frustrated Katie, and Taryn. Once the door was shut and locked, Jason managed to roll towards the wall facing opposite of the heavy, metal door. Propping his back against the wall, he began to slowly push his feet down, sliding up the wall until he was able to stand upright. After doing so, he began to hop and waddle towards the metal door, banging his armored head against it.

"You smug bastards! The least you could've done was take the ankle cuffs off! Come back here so I can literally kick all y'all's asses with my hands tied behind my back!" He yelled in between headbutts. Eventually, Erebus stepped in to offer some encouraging words.

"Bro, calm down. There's no need for this outburst. At the moment, i'm sure things could've been way worse." The disembodied voice suggested coolly. Jason let out a frustrated sigh before turning to face his cellmates.

"Could've been worse?! Yeah...they could've...but that doesn't change the fact that we're in jail, and we don't know how this universe works, or if we're gonna be sentenced to anything, or if i'm gonna be executed for treason, or-"

"JASON! Take a deep breath, son." Erebus replied sharply. Jason did, taking in a long exhale before letting it out slowly. Once he gained his composure, Erebus continued.

"Okay. Those problems? We'll worry about them later. We'll live in the now for the moment. There's no need for you to be all worked up right now. Believe me, being all hot n' bothered in a small confined space will only tire you out. So it'll be best to just keep still, and reserve your energy. Who knows what else we'll encounter while we here?" He explained in a soft, yet stern manner. Jason agreed quietly before sitting where he stood. As Katie requested a status report, Jason looked up at the two, armor unraveling from his face.

"I'm fine Kate...just a little aggravated is all. What about you? Taryn, what about you too? You haven't said a word since we got on the ship." He answered quietly, looking beyond the two.

 

[blaze96]

Richard was thrown into a cell with a few others. He had elected to remain quiet for the ride, considering all they had to do was take off his helmet and shoot him at this point. He also wasn't so willing to bet that they wouldn't take out insubordination on his friends.

Once he had arrived they had taken off his helmet while he was restrained and remotely shut down his suit.

Well this went pretty horribly all things considered. He thought to himself as he took a seat on the floor leaning against a wall.

"So, what's our next step?" He asked the room. For once at a loss for an idea. He knew nothing of this world and so had no idea what to expect should they try and resist or escape.

 

[elementsoul]

After Lector's comment Tyson didn't feel like responding to Levi and instead thought to himself. I hope I do. I really hope that I do.

[hr]

When a report that he himself had been captured in Patriot City, and the location of where they were taking the captives was the same as echo company's, Prison Block Theta. His interest in this situation was well beyond peaked and with the people who mysteriously appeared landing in the same prison as echo company, there wasn't a way that he wasn't going to pull off another prison break. Still this left the same problem that he was undermanned and under supplied, which only lead to one conclusion.

Walking over to a small private room to help drown out the sounds of everyone else working, Tyson entered it and walked over to a desk before removing a cellphone from a locked drawer. He quickly dialed a number and when the person answered he waited for the encryption sounds to end before talking.

"As much as I hate to say it, I need a favour Catherine." There was hesitation in Tyson's voice as he spoke. Asking for favours wasn't something that most high level resistance members liked to do but it was often required. "I'll trade you a personal favour and a box full of my pride if you and your fighters help me and my fighter out with an assault on Prison Block Theta. I have troops that were recently captured there. I'm also sure that you get the same intelligence reports that I have and know those strange people who appeared in Patriot city are there as well. I have a feeling that it might be better if we get to them and find out what happened before United America does." Tyson finished the rest of his statement in a serious but normal tone without the previous hesitation.

[hr]

Tyson participated quietly through the rest of the transfer and processing up until he reached his cell. He had been making mental notes to have Taryn remove everyone's information from the system before they left along with the path back to the processing location. Once he reached the cell itself he walked over to the opposite end taking note of the concrete that made up most of the room besides the security camera, the single light in the ceiling, the large metal door, and the soldier that had brought him in there.

Tyson was happy to see it when Lector walked into his cell first. He was much better suited towards receiving whatever methods Lector used to get information than Levi was in his current state. It also meant that he would only have to wait as long as he personally felt was needed before breaking out of this place. Waiting till after Lector finished speaking Tyson grew a small smile and responded, "And hello to you Lector. I've been waiting for a chance to see you. Although you're a little more alive than I had hoped you'd be when I got the chance to."

 

[tsatoma]

There was no resistance from Garrus as he was led off of the gunship; getting a brief glimpse of the grounds before being moved into the prison itself. The profanities and threats coming from the other prisoners in the general population were easily ignored, though his thoughts lingered on the idea that he was technically a prisoner. 'Never thought that would ever happen,' he thought to himself, looking around and wondering how reinforced everything was. The loud shouts became silence as they continued into the prison, finally reaching the cells they would be put into.

Garrus found himself placed with his brother inside one of the cells, the two of them not causing any trouble as they went inside. Ethan made a few small beeping sounds as the reinforced door was closed and locked behind them; turning his attention to the camera in the corner.

"I'd say don't mess with it Ethan. They'd probably just move us to a new one after beating us up for that," Garrus told him, taking a seat on one of the beds as he took a look at the handcuffs. While they were quite tough they were easily broken with a small shock wave, the cuffs being thrown to the side of the cell once they were off.

And yet you just break your handcuffs like it was nothing and toss them aside.

The message went across Ethan's visor after he beeped to get Garrus' attention.
"You're taking yours off too!" Garrus replied, watching as Ethan took his off with only a few movements of his hands. Ethan simply beeped and shrugged, discarding the cuffs into the corner with the others.

Now that the cuffs were off Garrus turned his attention to the cell walls, tapping on them a few times before sending a shock wave through them. 'Pretty thick. Nothing that can't be broken with enough hits...though the guards will be able to tell something is up,' he reasoned, sitting back down on the bed as he tried to come up with a solid plan.

 

[Captainguy42]

After landing, two men lead Tommy into the prison. They first had him stop in front of a scanner, where they confiscated his most obvious weapons like his brass knuckles and chain belt. They then made him step into the scanner, and after a second, two lights lit up, one red and one yellow. One of the guards alerted the others, "We've got a magic user, bring the suppression kit."

A guard took out a kit that consisted of what seemed to be a hand-held metal detector, and a metal plate with chains. While Tommy took a step back, but stopped when the the guards leveled their guns at him. So they know about magic, alright I was not ready for that one. First a guard stepped forward and used the metal detector, however instead of metal it began sensing disturbances in the magical field (which are caused by things that manipulate magic). On a small screen they could see the readings.

"Jesus Christ, guys look at this." A few of the other guards leaned to check the readings.

"He's off the charts, what is he?" One of them asked.

"Well, let's just see if the suppression plate will work." Said the first, more worried about disarming the prisoner than identifying him, with that two of them brought the metal plate over and chained it onto his chest. Then with a small paint gun one traced the pre-stenciled lines on the plate. The gun spray smelled acid, and left a line of a dark-red rubbery paint. When he wad done the paint formed a glyph, as soon as it was completed Tommy felt his strength diminish. The one with the magic detector stepped forward. The reading was much weaker, and he was able to pinpoint the source of it to Tommy's pocket. Inside where his enchanted MMA gloves. The guards took them and put them with the rest of the things they took.

"Alright the plate seems to have done it, this guy is clean." With that Tommy was taken and put in a holding cell.

 

[RBMidknight]

"Didn't feel like getting shot." Taryn replied to Jason. She kept her voice low while inspecting the wrist restraints. The travel time had dimmed Taryn's anger somewhat into something sharper, more focused. She was going to find Levi. But first they had to get out of the cell. Not having been bound at the ankle like the Keyholder, Taryn had more room to maneuver. She nodded to Katie who had asked her question before Jason. "I'm alright. No injures, just a little bruised." The guard had 'accidentally' shoved her a few times during the transfer from ship to cell. Bullies apparently still operated in true caveman fashion. Even here.

"You know, I'm not a fan of Big Brother over there." Taryn said slowly. Keeping her gaze on the restraints, she pretended to brush something off the chain. She pointed her index finger at the camera which she could just barely see. Taryn reached out to it carefully. The annoying static sensation immediately returned and became stronger as she pushed for access. But now that she knew what to expect it was manageable. Like an obnoxious child in a movie theater. It had to be part of some security measure. Taryn's breathing slowed to an even rhythm as she worked. Disabling the camera entirely wasn't an option, someone would surely notice...

The static ratcheted up another notch. Taryn closed her fist on a few sparks that escaped her control. Suddenly the noise-wall vanished and Taryn was 'thrown' into a more recognizable area of the machine. A few carefully placed commands forced the camera to operate from its own internal memory chip and loop the last five minutes of idle time. As long as no one looked closely it would appear that the cell occupants were still conversing. Taryn withdrew, shaking her head lightly to clear her focus. She gave a tiny grin of victory.

"What can we do about these?" She asked, holding up her bound wrists with her fingers clasped together. "They're not 'smart' enough for me to command open."

[hr](Elsewhere...)

Alert! Alert! Alert! Alert! Alert!

Inside a dimly lit room filled with overturned chairs and stacks of machines, a small computer monitor placed on a desk was beeping. Roused from sleep, a figure clothed in a mixture of white and grey shuffled toward the sound. Several small robotic figures and computer parts were kicked aside on the journey to the desk.

"What a'ya want now, you scriptkit? You know I'm busy..." An irritated scowl was half hidden by a white sleeve as the speaker swept papers and metal bits aside to poke a small keyboard. "Next!"

Alert! Alert! Alert! Alert! Alert!

WARNING: Signature Detected

ACTION: Activating counter-measures

ACTION: Virus Tank 36-QRD : OPEN

TASK: Remove traces from Network

STATUS: Scrubbers transmitting in 5...4...

"3. 2. 1. Good dog. Go clean that mess. I have things to do. plans to plan." The screen turned white, then red, then the computer beeped. Again.

WARNING: Scrubbers blocked. Message: Illegal Access. Level 5 Clearance Required.

ACTION: Retrieving security codes

TASK: Resubmitting scrubbers

"Level 5? Haven't been there in a while. Have I?" A low metallic groan sounded as a chair was spun sharply around. More papers were tossed aside to reveal the mouse for the keyboard. Rapid clicks displayed more information.

"Camera B4. Across from B5. [small]B6. B7.[/small] Adjacent to A4. [small]A5.[/small] Stationed in Cell D98? Cell D98? [small]99. 100.[/small] Located in the Washington Penitentiary, Maximum Security?!"

"I wasn't aware I was in jail. Am I in jail? Why didn't anyone TELL ME I'm in jail?" The hoarse yell echoed in the small room. Several nearby machines crackled, electricity running up their frames chased by smoke and the acrid stench of burnt plastic. A shaking hand swept through short, spiked hair. Tattered white sleeves were shoved up to reveal arms with branching burns in various stages of healing.

"You know what? Belay that order, little bug, I've got a better idea." Knuckles were cracked before both hands rapidly began typing. "Let's see who's been using my key. Better not be a CopyCat. I'll have to set up my 404 snare traps again. BadCat. No kibble for you."

Camera B4 was reporting three occupants in a cube. On a loop. "How cute. Delete!" The feed resumed to real-time.

"I am in jail. But what's up with that hair? F. F. 2. 3. 0. 0. And that jacket? Well actually the jacket's not so bad." With a small script and mental nudge the camera was rotated to reveal more of the other occupants. "Plants. Plants. That's new. Cacti on sale two for one, three for a dollar good until next Monday. And the guy from the 'Black Ooze Lagoon'. Isn't that interesting. I know nothing about these people. Why do I know NOTHING about these people? Someone get me some info, stat!"

A tiny flashing window appeared on the screen.

WARNING: Signature Detected

NOTICE: Requesting release of viral scrubbers

WARNING: Signature Detected

NOTICE: Requesting release of viral scrubbers

"What do you want, you damn bug? Oh...sure, sure, scrub away. Just don't mess with me right now. Shoo." The battered and half-broken keyboard was struck with a closed fist. The computer beeped a different tone before continuing to its next screen.

STATUS: Now removing traces from the Network.

STATUS: Please standby...

STATUS: Trace removal complete.

WARNING: Alteration detected. Ghost loop detected.

QUERY: Restore alteration?

"I didn't! Oh fine, put it back. I'll use one of the other cameras. There's only a couple hundred to choose from. How about...this one." None of the machines replied as a new window appeared on screen.

 

[Captainguy42]

Inside one cell Tommy sat with Richard and the newcomer. " Well, we can't stay here, I don't like where this whole going to jail business is going. Magics not an option because A) They know about it and I don't know about their counter measures, and B) I don't have anything to work with. So that just leaves a good ol'fashion prison-break, and that's gonna be tricky." Tommy paused, " So I guess we should just try and find out as much as we can right? See what's our best plan of attack? Uh, new-person, you're psychic right."