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by Riversisariver » Sat Dec 10, 2016 3:25 am
A mechanical whir, followed by the stabilization of two pressurized rooms sound from a nearby entrance sounds. Flanked on all sides by these said guards is a tall masked humanoid, whom by musculature and over all build looks to be a Terran.
"Stop, This where you'll staying until we arrive Terran. Won't be long now."
The sounds of some maybe malice filled underlying tone towards the Terran from the Zentrati SGT. The Terran in question doesn't seem to even acknowledge him as he he slowly walks away from the soldiers To a large plasma shielded window that over looked the space outside. The blatant disregard from the Terran seeming to ruffle the feathers of the NCO, takes his men and joins the other guards in the room. Perhaps to speak about the Terran with the other guards. The Terran then drops a small bag, really only big enough to have a change of clothes maybe within, from his grip. He stands, staring out at the space rapidly passing him by. His mind began racing through these past few months. Things had moved very fast for him, and they weren't stopping yet, he was soon to be at this starknight academy, what ever that had entailed really.
Tisp sits quietly in a brightly lit room, though all surfaces are smooth. The only irregularity is a small white bed in the middle. The frame changes perspective to show the freshly broken service robot smashed to peaces just a few feat from him. The tray of Nutrient Paste and water splattered across the floor. Again the Frame changes, as Tisp stands showing his full natural height and build. Tisp is a well muscled young adult. Much to common for a regular Terran of his age and race, only giving the slightest hint at his powers or immense dedication to his body His upper body lacking a shirt to cover it, is laced with large amounts of scars and blemishes one would imagine a torture victim to have had aquired. His Long and high cheek boned face lacking any notion of remorse for the bot that he fell. His eyes, cave black and empty, Seeming to absorb the light around it. His hair sharing that same blackness, but unkempt and messy, just reaching past his eye brows. Just as he stands to move to the sparking bot on the floor. A mechanical female voice crackles to life above him."That wasn't very nice. My SB-232394, was only attempting to help you absorb nutrients, you have made no notion of eating for the past few days. It ment you no harm. I ask that you reframe from destroying my bots 000919483648-041..."
The next frame we come into is Tisp again in the white room, this time not alone. A impressively large and hairy man with red eyes with fiery red hair to match, His manner of dress is a very cowboy style with a large revovler at his side, and arms as big as most men of their race's torsos standing before him."You know I'm not here to hurt you, Talk to me Bubba."Tisp sat quietly, a caller now being placed around his neck with several wires running from it to the back of his head. and fresh new surgical scar on the back of his head and a barcode imprinted above it"You haven't exactly been compliant. S.P.I.C.E.A Has placed you in psyhic restrainment to get some sort of commincation out of you. She said you put up on hell of a fight, eventually she had to deprive you of oxygen to stop you from ripping you containment cell apart and almost escaping. You're one hell of a Demi. I'll say. Who are you kiddo? You definitely one of my Prisoners. I'da known if we'da been keeping someone like you in general confinement, and hell you ain't even got file on you. U'se one of those kids what were born here?" The large man offering his hand to the young man on the floor. Tisp takes it, Tisp could easily fit multiple of his own hands within the palm of this man, an odd feeling of raw emotion floods tisp at their touch, as if almost by force.
My Name is.. is..he seems to have a problem recalling it and for once looks disgruntled, worried and a tear runs down his cheek "Tisp, Tisp is my name. I've never had another... I've always been here. I've lived her since I was small. I don't remember much more, sorry. So yes. I have lived here, one of the Orphans, I have protected them, they're the only family I've ever had. Please I Didn't mean to harm your guards, I've never been that violent. But I had no choice.I know you're in charge of this place, please don't harm them." Tisp spoke roughly, as if his voice was in ill repair."Easy Kiddo, I ain't gonna hurt no one. Just here to help. We'll see to them getting proper places to live grow up, no kids gonna be living with criminals while I run this place, and If I'd'a known Slug was doing that to them I would'a butchered the man myself.. but with that. You gotta understand, people 'round here want your head. But I see what you are, I see the good in you" he taps his temple. "One of my Many gifts. Fortunately. S.P.I.C.E.A, release Subject 0009194...Tisp, He won't be staying here any longer. I sense kindness in you boy. You stand for what is right and protect those that can't protect themselves even when you knew your life is at stake, I'm sending you to the Starknight Academy, It would be a waste to have you executed... I know this might seem out of left field but, I've read your mind and seen your history, Although It has taken me weeks to see into you. You allowed me to slip past whatever barriers you had just now. Its has been some years since I too was a Starknight, but I retired from that life, the name is Ignus."
We come into the veiw back on the open veiwport that Tisp stares out, recalling the past few months in awe really. He had never been off his asteroid-prison home. A sense of akin to wonderlust filled his body. An odd sensation. To all those in the room he might appear stranger than he looks, and sensing he had spent much to long staring out at the emptiness speed by. He shakes his head the bag lifts from the floor next to him and into his hand, staring out into the reach once more.
