Dwellers in Darkness (Underhive campaign)

[Electric_Monkey]

Hive Lysias stands eighteen thousand feet tall, as a mountain rising proud from a desert of ash and slag. Over one hundred million souls live and work within its walls, and yet such is its vastness that within its depths lie vast areas beyond the reach of law and civilised society. The dim underhive is a far cry from the regimented offices, manufactoria and residences above. Original pattern hab-domes with layouts reminiscent of surface cities mix with immense stretches of continuous construction, where factories and warehouses merge into one another for hundreds of yards in all directions. Structures have been reworked and repurposed until their orignal design was lost in a maze of haphazard partitions and passages. In the oldest parts of the hive, long since entombed beyond the reach of daylight and fresh air, whole areas lie abandonded, with toxic effluvia pooling in the ruins of structures long since collapsed. Only mutated beasts from the depths, like the dog-sized rodents known as chiselers, dare to tread in those reaches. But even among the ruins, there is some semblance of civilisation. Small pockets of habitation struggle amidst the desolation - inhabited by wild desperados who come seeking the forgotten treasures of ancient technology or freedom from imperial law. These settlements know little of law, only a rugged frontier code, to which even the rare Law Enforcement Division officers reluctantly acquiesce. Infractions are dealt with brutally - by either summary execution or enslavement in the camps of the merchant guild. It is in one of these camps that our story begins.


******


Lucius feels a rough hand shake him awake. He painfully forces his eyes open, to see he is in a featureless plascrete cell. His whole body aches - he can dully remember being manhandled, half conscious through the tests and inspections like some product in the manufactoria. The grim-jawed arbiters forcefully searching him. The medical servitors with their drills and needles. His mind recoils at the memory of the sanctioned psyker's intrusion. "Up!" barks the man standing over him, a powerfully built Arbite judge, "Get a move on, gak head." Lucius is forced onto complaining ankles, and frogmarched down the sparse corridor to what appears to be an office. Two armed guards flank a cluster of miserable prisoners before an ornate desk at which sits a figure in hooded robes. Lucius recognises a couple of Gav's boys, looking almost as beaten up as he feels, and Marius from the Wolves, with his right arm dangling limply by his side. Marius turns to glower at Lucius, but is cut short by a sharp slap across the back of the head from one of the Arbites. "Eyes FRONT, prisoner!"

The robed man places a seal on a parchment before him, then looks up. "Assembled prisoners are sentenced, for dealing in restricted substances, and other affronts to the Dignity of Man, to Corrective Servitude. Sentence to be enacted at Pit-head Alpha Five facility, forthwith." He hands the parchment to one of the guards. "Transfer orders are presented, take these prisoners to the place of punishment, and may the Emperor's light burn all sin from their souls." The Arbites click their heels in unison, chant "May the Emperor's light burn all sin from their souls." and march the four prisoners out.

*****

Ignance is led in chains through a dirty plascrete corridor, by two men in dull grey smocks, hands resting nervously at their weapons. A third is supporting a limping comrade. "Fresh meat!" cries one of the men as the group approaches a plasteel gate, "Let us through." A hatch opens, then quickly closes again. A bolt scrapes, then the gate swings open, revealing a man dressed similarly to Ignance's captors. "Jes' look at the size of 'im" says the gateman, "Where'd you find 'im, Kurt?"
"You think you can take our hunting grounds?" replies the leader of Ignace's captors, "You wouldn't stand a chance." He jerks a thumb at the injured man. "Rolf here tried to take the giant on alone, more fool him. Think what it'd do to a weed like you." The gatekeeper looks from Rolf to Ignace, and then back at Kurt. "Ha. Tell me where, and I'll bring back a bigger 'un. But you'd best get him locked up quick," says the gatekeeper. "We've got guests coming who wouldn't appreciate the likes of him wandering around."

"Let's go." says Kurt, leading Ignance away, "A bottle of rotgut says you can't top this brute!" he calls back to the gatekeeper.

Ignance's captors lead him smartly down a series of corridors, until they reach another plasteel door, which a waiting guard unlocks with a large key. On the other side, thick bars running from floor to ceiling define four cells on each side. In the cell at the far end, a raven haired young woman sits on her bunk, staring at the fair-haired poet-faced youth in the opposite cell. The guards take Ignance to the cell next to the young man and leave.

*****

Shortly after, Ignance hears voices outside the cell block.

"You say the 'bites brought these ones in?"

"Aye, guess there's somethin' big brewin' to bring 'bites down here."

"Bad news I reckon. Lead-heads understand how things work - bring the prisoners, and don't ask questions. Even the viggies know their limits, but 'bites. Gakkin' bites just won't stop diggin'"

"Ain't that the truth."

A key turns in the lock, and the grey smocked guards lead in Lucius and the rest. Lucius is locked in the cell next to Ignance, with Marius next to him, and Gav's boys are taken to the cells opposite.

When the guards leave, Marius spits at Lucius through the bars separating them. "Don't think I missed you running." he snarls, "Looks like it's not done you any good, either."

[Verruckt]

Lucius cradles the back of his head with one hand and ducks the spit, giving Marius a two finger gesture that suggests he can bloody well gak off.

"And you expect me to do what, take out a 'bite kill squad with a bag of spook and my bare hands? Why don't you ask the gak heads over there what in the Emperor forsaken Warp happened?" jerking his head towards Gav's boys. He looks through the bars at Ignance, quickly sizing up the much larger man, but saying nothing.

[Paper_Bard]

Ignance stares at his feet through the entire procession, saying nothing. Under the makeshift hood his rags make, his blue eyes radiate an immense sadness. Should have known they'd find me... Gak! Why can't they just leave me alone... I hope I didn't hurt that guy too much... guess I don't know my own strength.

He nods as he's taken to his cell. He offers no resistance as he's taken to his cell. He simply stands in the corner of his cell and keeps his eyes at his feet, saying nothing. They're gonna work you until you die... you know that don't you? No one cares about you. You're the mutant... heretic...unclean.

[Electric_Monkey]

Marius glares at Lucius. "Ain't never an excuse not to go down fightin'" he says, "Not if yer a man. Anyways, why doncher ask 'em yerself if you figure it'll help?"

The man in the cell next to Ignance spends some time sizing him up. Eventually, he crosses over to the bars and speaks. "Say there, big guy," he says, "while those fellas are holding their little reunion, why don't you and I get to know each other. I've known people who came out this system alive - pit fighters who won enough to buy their freedom - even a lucky few who escaped. If there's two things they've taught me it's that there's always hope, and that you need to have friends to make it through. My name's Holden - and you?"

[Paper_Bard]

Ignance lifts his head lazily towards the other prisoner. His eery blue eyes gaze at the man, a deep sadness in their eyes. He opens his mouth, and slowly replies, as if having trouble forming the words, Ig...nance. My name... is Ignance."

[Electric_Monkey]

Holden seems taken aback slightly. "Uh, Ignance..."he says, "It seems like you've seen a lot. If you want to talk about anything - well, time's one thing we've got plenty of in here."

[Verruckt]

sick of Marius' idiocy Lucius looks around the bottom of the cell for something to whip at his gangmate's head.

[Electric_Monkey]

The cell is a spartan affair. Bare plascrete walls make up the floor, ceiling, and one of the walls, with plasteel bars, maybe two inches apart forming the other walls. There is no furniture, save for a dirty matress on an iron bed frame with a chamberpot beneath. Lucius's sharp eyes notice a spot where the wall is crumbling slightly, and there are chunks of broken plascrete small enough to fit through the bars.

[Paper_Bard]

Ignance sighs. (He's obviously hunched as he stands, as I don't think the cell was really made for people of his height)

"Talking won't help us... and it doesn't matter... how hard we..we try... to get out. We're stuck here... to rot... to die... there's no hope..."

He gazes at the man intently, as if sizing him up. "Unless you've got some... gakkin... explosives wit' ya..."

[Electric_Monkey]

The fair haired man looks Ignance up and down. "If you're talking about busting out right now, then you've got a better chance than me," he says, "But that's not the way I play things. Keep your ear to the ground, look out for opportunities. Take Bull Gorg of Necromunda - started out in much the same gak we're in - now people across the galaxy know his name. I figger that ain't your style - but there's still opportunities for the taking - the thing is to keep a level head long enough to spot 'em. Right now, talking could help with that."

[Paper_Bard]

Ignance shrugs his shoulders, getting a bit more animated. "What does it matter? The most famous slave is still a slave. We're dirt. Besides, I'll never amount to anything in the eyes of mankind. If I do happen to garner some sort of fame or recognition, I'll proabably be put to death by crazed fanatics anyway. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a mutant."

Ignance blinks his eyes is surprise. That came out perfectly! I didn't stutter, didn't speak slowly, what's goin' on?

[Verruckt]

Lucius keeps an ear open to the conversation between the man-mountain and his friend. The hulking mutie sounds like he's taken a few to many shockmauls to the head, but he didn't look to messed up to Lucius, just a little down. Seeing the loose stones he picks one up, thinks of chucking it, but reconsiders and palms the rock up his sleeve.

[Electric_Monkey]

"Alright," says Holden, "I guess it's too soon to talk - you need time to think. I've been in and out of jails before - forget what it's like the first - " Holden suddenly falls silent, as the door to the cell block opens. Six men enter, in dull grey smocks and heavy boots. Each wears a broad belt, with a holster and some form of electronic device by the hip. Three of the men have batons drawn, and another two wear their batons next to the holsters, and hold in their hands long poles, whose tips bear a series of prongs, crackling with electricity. The sixth man has his hands free, save for a ring of keys. The man with the keys gestures to the two men with poles. "You two watch my back, " he says, "We're taking the giant first, and I don't want to take any chances. " He crosses to Ignance's cell, the two pole guards taking up positions on either side and grimly staring at Ignance. The baton guards spread out in the corridor, also keeping their eyes fixed on the huge mutant. One of them, who seems smaller and paler than the rest looks distinctly nervous, and is using his free hand to fiddle with the clasp on his gun holster. "Come on, mutie," says the keyholder, "Time for inspection".

[Verruckt]

Lucius tenses, the fear roiling of the skinny guard smells like trouble coming. In a blink the rock is in his hand. In this cell he won't have much of a choice but to fight if the grox fodder hits the fan.

[Paper_Bard]

Ignance puts his chin to his chest and smiles. Let's see how brave these fellas are...

He takes a step forward and flexes his muscles. He glares down at the slavers. "The men who captured me were better armed... and one of them had to be pulled out on a stretcher. If I come with you, it's because I want to..."

Maybe it's just the day I'm havin', but It's coming out how I want it!

OOC: Intimidate check. [roll0]
Feel free to add any circumstance bonuses (he is pretty big)

[Electric_Monkey]

Lucius' move goes unnoticed. The guards are all watching Ignance, and the prisoners are all watching the guards. Most seem to have their eyes on the man with the keys, but it looks like one of Gav's boys has also noticed the skinny guard's hand straying near to his gun - he's tensed up and watching the skinny guard, while trying to signal his gang-mate in the next cell.

[Electric_Monkey]

(oops, missed paper bard's post - posting again instead of editing so you notice the thread update)

The two guards with the shock poles tense, and level their weapons at Ignance. He can see that they could probably reach about half-way into the cell if the guards thrust them through the poles. The skinny guard gulps and draws a crude stub gun from his holster. One of his fellows turns to him in alarm "Emperor's tears, Chuck, calm down! Save the guns for when we really need 'em. "

In the meantime, the man with the keys raises a hand and looks at the pole guards "Easy, men." he says, "Just watch and let me handle things."

He looks Ignance straight in the eye, and speaks in a calm, level tone. "You might be big, but you don't scare me. We train pitfighters here, some of the toughest in the hive - and me and my boys have pletny experience keeping 'em in line. All prisoners will be brought before the master guilder. You get to choose how you go."

[Paper_Bard]

Ignance's face is undreadable. Come on! What was that? They've got shock poles and guns and you're just some gakked up ape in rags. No way they'd be intimidatd by you! That was just stupid! Stupid!

He shrugs his shoulders, put's his hands at his sides, and walks forward. "As yuh...you wish..." He says slowly.

Damnit! Now you're stuttering again!

[Electric_Monkey]

The key bearer steps aside from the door. "Good," he says, "I knew you'd see sense." The two pole-bearers take up positions either side of Ignance and escort him from the cell block. Although their faces are expressionless, they seem to be keeping their distance, standing off by about the reach of their poles.

As the pole men lead, Ignance outside, the keybearer starts unlocking the other cells and leading the inhabitants out to the centre of the block. The woman and Holden come without complaint. Marius glowers at the guards but does not resist. Chuck and another baton-wielded watch the three prisoners in the hall while the third guard watches the keybearer begin to unlock Lucius' cell.

[Verruckt]

Lucius thinks fast, if there was any chance of getting into a row, it has passed. He slinks back just out of range of the poles and palms the rock again, trying his practiced hand's speed to avoid notice.

rolling sleight of hand [roll0]

[Electric_Monkey]

The guards notice nothing amiss as they open the door and lead Lucius out of his cell, and into the main part of the cellblock. Through the door of the block, he can see the pole-men guarding Ignance just outside. As two of the guards go to unlock Gav's boys, Marius nudges Lucius and casts a meaningful glance towards Chuck, who is drumming his fingers repeatedly on the handle of his baton, and constantly looking out the door at Ignance.

[Verruckt]

Lucius gives an almost imperceptible nod and knocks the back of his arm across Marius' knuckles. A simple bump to anyone else it is a gesture between the wolves signaling that one has goods. Lucius hopes Marius catches the meaning, now is not the time for rancor.

[Electric_Monkey]

Marius grins and returns the bump with his one good arm.

The keybearer swings the door of the cell in which one of Gav's boys is held, and commands the occupant to come out.

[Verruckt]

Is our skiddish friend's revolver still un-snapped? Because if it is I'm making a pass for it. If I succeed then I'm putting it to his head, if I fail I'm probably going to be in a lot of pain. Assuming I roll sleight of hand? [roll0] and move silent to get next to him unnoticed [roll1] sorry for making a post entirely contained in a spoiler :smallredface: Edit: wow, so I telekinetically lift the gun from its holster, but knock over a china cabinet in the process?

[Electric_Monkey]

Lucius tries to move inconspicuously towards Chuck, but stumbles and falls headlong into him, drawing the attention of all the guards, including the pole-men just outside. A look of panic crosses Chuck's face as he brings his baton back ready to swing, and pushes Lucius off with his free hand. Hans, the other baton guard who had been watching the prisoners takes a step towards Lucius, effortlessly stepping over the leg Marius swings at his feet. No-one seemed to notice Lucius lift Chuck's gun and tuck it under his body as he fell.

Gav's boy, seeing the keybearer's distraction, lunges forwards, but is a fraction too slow, and gets a heavy plasteel door in his face for his troubles. Holden and the woman are stunned by this turn of events and unable to react.

[Verruckt]

Lucius springs to his feet, the barrel of his new pistol pressed into the skin of chuck's forehead. He looks to the the guard Marius attempted to trip. "Drop the gun on the floor, all of you drop your gakking guns, or our friend Chuck gets a new gakking air hole. DO IT!"

tumble check to jump up from prone [roll0]

[Electric_Monkey]

Could you roll for initiative, and make a touch attack to aim the gun, please.

For positions, see the map below:
http://img363.imageshack.us/my.php?image=prisonmapmr5.gif
1 box is 5' square, dark grey boxes are cells, the peachy area is the corridor outside the cell block, all cell doors are shut and there are doors along the narrower corridor. Neither of you can see far enough along the wider corridor to make anything out, but it appears to be in very bad shape, with the far wall looking more like a pile of rubble. People are on the key:
http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/6506/keydc1.gif

[Verruckt]

Initiative [roll0] Touch attack [roll1]

[Paper_Bard]

Initiative Roll
[roll0]

Ignance waits for the right moment to unwind...

[Electric_Monkey]

Lucius brings the gun up to Chuck's head in one smooth action. As he begins to speak, Hans attempts a flying tackle. "Hans! No!" shrieks Chuck.

Lucius has time to react. One standard action.


Shooting Chuck counts as a coup de gras. Shooting Hans takes a -4 penalty.

[Verruckt]

Don't is the last thing Chuck ever says. Lucius is not a killer, but above all else he is a survivor, and he is not about to become a pit slave. Hans seems to be moving in slow motion. The trigger depresses, hammer impacts, skin ripples under the heat and pressure of the shot, then pops and pulls back as if it were running from the slug. Lucius closes his eyes involuntarily as blood splatters his face and tries to bring the gun around while bracing for the impact of the tackle.

[roll0]

[Electric_Monkey]

Chuck gurgles as he slumps to the floor, face a bloody mess. Lucius barely has time to turn as Hans barrels into him.

Opposed strengths for bull rush: Hans gets a total score of 12. If you fail, take d6+2 points subdual damage from being slammed into the bars

Whether Hans succeeds or fails, Marius takes a swing at him with his left fist, bringing it down hard on his shoulder. Holden, seeing the way things are going, runs up to Hans and grabs onto him, but is immediately thrown off.

Bud, the remaining baton guard holds Gaz at bay while Arn locks his cell. Dan, one of the pole men guarding Ignance runs past him into the cell block and thrusts the crackling tip at Lucius, who skillfully ducks the blow.

Ignance is up.

[Paper_Bard]

Ignance uncoils like a snake, his big, meaty fist swinging around to slam into the other ole-bearer.
To Hit: [roll0]
Damage (if hit) [roll1]

[Electric_Monkey]

As Ignance closes, Ed the pole bearer makes a thrust (Aoo), striking Ignance squarely in the chest. His muscles spasm as a sudden wave of pain washes over him (6 hp subdual), but he continues to land a crushing blow on the man's side.

The woman runs to assist Lucius, making a sharp jab at Hans, which he manages to block with his forearm.

[Paper_Bard]

OOC: I should still have a move action. Can I use it to pick up the stun rod that bugger hit me with?

[Electric_Monkey]

OOC: unfortunately for you, he didn't drop it when you hit him. To try and wrestle it from him would be a disarm attack.

[Paper_Bard]

OOC: Oh? He's still goin'? I thought six damage would have been enough at level 1 to knock him out.

[Verruckt]

(( [roll0] opposed strength check ))

[Electric_Monkey]

Hans powers into Lucius with a crunch of bones. Lucius stands firm and retains his hold on the gun as Hans springs back to where he was before, baton at the ready.

Lucius is up.

[Verruckt]

Gun out in front of him Lucius takes quick aim and fires at Hans' center of mass.
to hit: [roll0] damage: [roll1]

[Electric_Monkey]

Hans grimaces in pain as the slug buries itself in his chest. Teeth clenched, he makes a desperate swing with his baton, catching Lucius in the ribs for 4 points subdual damage. Marius moves around to Hans' far side, trying to distract him with light jabs as Holden tries again to bring him down. Unfortnately, Hans is able to turn and ward off Holden's attack with his baton.

Dan makes another thrust at Lucius, this time connecting and sending sharp waves of electrical agony up Lucius' arm (3 points sd). Ed steps back slightly, crouching and wheezing from the pain in his side as he continues to try to fend Ignance off, scoring a glancing hit (1 point sd).

Arn hits a button on the electronic device on his belt, and barks "Disturbance, Block One!", and an alarm sounds somewhere to the north, as Bud takes up a combat position facing Marius.

"You can't win, the response team's on its way." He says, "Drop the gun and back against the wall, and you might get off with a flogging. Keep fighting, and you'll learn that there are worse things than being a slave."

[Verruckt]

Lucius gives Marius a glance and pops the release on the revolver, the remaining four rounds clattering to the floor, and then dropping the gun itself. He raises his hands and turns to the wall, better a pit slave then dead.

[Paper_Bard]

Ignance sighs and puts his hands behind his head, panting heavily. He turns to the man he hit.

"Sorry... hope I didn't... hit... hit anything import...important..."

[Electric_Monkey]

The cartridges bounce and spin on the floor, the soft plinking they make somehow audible in spite of the klaxon wailing in the background. Marius stares at the dancing brass, fire draining from his face. He looks up at Bud, and at Arn who has now drawn his own weapon, a well-kept laspistol, then reluctantly joins the others at the wall. Hans kneels painfully over Chuck's prone form and forces speech through gritted teeth. "Emperor's tears, Chuck. Why'dja hafta turn yer safety off?." Chuck groans faintly in response (Yes folks, the Lich is a winner)

Dan merely glowers at Ignance as Ed returns from the cell and together they lead Ihim north through a corridor strewn with rubble. After a hundred or so feet, they pass two more guards, followed by five men in black flak armour, gasmasks and helmets, all moving at a run. Fifty feet further on, the group arrives at a crossroads - the corridors stretching east, west and north are far better maintained tan the southern corridor, and each has a guarded metal door at its end. Ignance thinks the eastern corridor was the way he came in.


Up against the wall in the cellblock, Holden whispers to Lucius, "Not a bad showing against six armed men - I think they'll fear you as much as the giant now."
No sooner have the words left his lips, than the response team burst into the cell block and fan out, covering the prisoners with their riot shotguns. Arn lowers his laspistol in relief. "I think we're under control," he says. "Help us get these prisoners to inspection while we bring our wounded to the medicae" One of the response team flips a switch on his communicator, adn the klaxon dies down. Hans goes out limping on Bud's shoulder, Chuck cradled by the two other guards who had accompanied the response team. Arn and the five armoured men lead the prisoners out of their cells, and northwards up the corridor.

First Ignance and then the rest of the prisoners pass a small Imperial shrine, then two doors in the east wall, and finally take a door in the west wall, just before the heavy plasteel gate across the corridor and under the watchful eyes of two more guards.

The prisoners find themselves in a wide open room with six pole-guards around the edges and large double doors in the middle of the North wall, currently closed and barred. Along the near wall runs a fibroboard platform, on which four people wait to view the new prisoners. The first is a thin, balding man, almost seven feet tall, and wearing the deep purple robes of the merchant's guild. Beside him hovers a nervous young clerk, clutching a data slate. The third, a severe looking woman with tightly bound grey hair, wears in a brown robe and carries a large scroll. The forth is a solidly built man with a completely shaven head. He is shirtless, revealing a maze of scars and tattoos across his flesh.

[Paper_Bard]

Ignance bows his head in shame.

Stupid! Stupid! How could you even think about escaping? What the hell were you thinking?

He growls and his eyes pulse with a stronger blue light. He looks at the guards as they bring him to the large room.

Everyone you hurt is someone's son or daughter. Maybe an aunt, an uncle. Maybe a father or mother, a sister or brother. You got to thnik things through dammnit!

He scowls even deeper, but more at anger at himself, not those around him.

If you're going to be a slave, get on their good side. Be nice to them. Do what they tell you...
But what if they tell me to hurt someone?
Then you do it... it's you or them.

He sighed heavily. You or them... you or them... you or them...

When he arrives at the large room, he scans the rather pmpous-looking people before him.

[Verruckt]

Lucius nods his thanks to Holden and Marius. He follows quietly to the room that he figures for a reviewing chamber and waits for things to play out. His outward appearance is normal, but a careful observer will notice the tremors in his hands.

I just killed a man... or tried... and tried to kill another. What am I doing? I'm no killer! Am I?

[Electric_Monkey]

The woman on the platform looks at Ignance, and hisses sharply to the man in purple "Another mutant? Why do we allow such corruption here?" The man narrows his eyes and replies "You knew our business when you agreed to serve with us, Confessor. Our duty is to bring the light of the Emperor to all who need it."

"Do not think you know Imperial duty better than I do, Heinrich." declaims the woman."You, whose true loyalty is to his pocket book. While this facility remains of value, I will continue to work with you, and pray nightly that you come to your senses before you bring ruin on us all. "

The man grimaces "Your point is noted, Confessor," he says, "But there is business to attend to. " he turns to Arn, "I think we had best begin with your report on this disturbance."

Arn gives his report, Heinrich nodding solemnly. When Arn is finished, Heinrich turns to the bare-chested man. "That killer instinct is interesting, Harl. Do you think this one could prove valuable in the arena?" Arn looks extremely disconcerted. "With respect, sir." he says"The man may well have killed Chuck."

"I knew Chuck. He was weak, and of little value to us. Disciplining the prisoner is at your discretion, provided you leave him fit for duty. We shall discuss security later, but for now, let us examine this 'Lucius' "

Arn bites his tongue, and gestures to two pole guards, who lead Lucius onto the platform.

[Verruckt]

Lucius knows that he's well out of his depth, and though normally mouthy he stays quiet. he doesn't want to give Arn any more reason to kill him then he already has.

[Electric_Monkey]

Harl, the bare-chested man peers closely at Lucius, and orders him to perform a series of simple exercises. While Harl is assessing Lucius, Heinrich turns to the clerk " How did this one come to be here?" he asks.

"Adeptus Arbites brought him in sir," is the clerk's reply "Him, those two, and that one with the broken arm. Gang members they say."

"Arbites? If they want to check up on their prisoners that'll make it difficult to get a quick turnaround from our broken-armed freind. Let's hope we can regain some of the cost of his healing time. As for the gangs, anything that'll cause us trouble after the Arbiters go uphive?"

The clerk consults his data slate "Says here they're 'the Wolves' and 'Gav's Boys' - small scale drug gangs from around Burthaven's Refinery. Seems the Arbiters just about wiped them out - what's left will have gone to ground."

Harl finishes his inspection and reports to Heinrich "Lucius seems to have good flexibility and speed, even if he's lacking in muscle mass. Lots of good potential as a gladiator"

Heinrich nods, and gestures to the guards who lead Lucius off the platform. He then calls up the rest of the gang members, followed by Ignance.

[Electric_Monkey]

Harl and Heinrich study Ignance admiringly - they seem very impressed by his size and strength. The confessor looks disgusted and mutters a prayer under her breath. Finally it comes time for Holden and Tasha. The clerk speaks up. "Ah, you'll find these two quite intersting, sir." he says "Seems the woman had a lot of unpaid debts, and when the collectors came this chap here tried to defend her. Poetic fool said they couldn't take away his love, so we got two prisoners for the price of one."

Heinrich casts a critical eye over the two."The male doesn't look particularly valuable, but the female....I can see some of the uphive nobles paying a pretty price for her...I have seen enough. Guards, return the prisoners to their cells for now. Arn, we must discuss security before it is time to bring the prisoners to their duties."

The guards return the prisoners to the cell block, and leave them alone in each other's company.

[Paper_Bard]

In a fit of rage, Ignance slams his fist into the wall of his cell, ignoring the obvious pain said action causes.

"Damn... it..."

He turns to the other prisoners. "They were sizing us up... like... we were peices of...meat!"

[Verruckt]

"That's all we are to them, meat for the slaughter." Lucius sounds winded, the earlier fight has left him somewhat detached, he slides down the wall into a sit. "Marius, no hard right? We need to stick right close now more than ever. Ignance right? Looks like you'll be with us in the pits, we'll get another chance for a breakout soon enough I hope."

[Paper_Bard]

Ignance snort derisevly.
"Yes... cuz our fir...first try... isn't goin' to have any...consequences."

He turns to Lucius. "You realize... they'll make us... fight each...each other."

[Verruckt]

"Not if we fight them first"

[Paper_Bard]

Ignance shrugs.

What...ever. Whether the glass is half empt...empty or half fu...full...yer still missin' half a glass."

[Electric_Monkey]

Holden grins. "Maybe I could top your glass up a little, then." he says, "I'm not the fool they make me out as - wouldn't get thrown in without a good chance to bust Tasha out. I've got contacts who can get me things - knives, guard schedules, maybe even a copy of the keys. And now you've seen how the guards fight, we can get a plan together."

[Verruckt]

"Now you're speaking my language." Lucius cracks a smirk "We have brains speed, and brawn in spades, and now we have supplies. When can you make contact?"

[Paper_Bard]

Ignance scowls at Holden. "Tell...me... where wuh...would we buh be going if we mah...manage to escape...?

[Electric_Monkey]

"Shouldn't be more than a day or two - I'm lucky to be in this camp, it's one of the best for my network. Might take a while to get the more sensitive stuff, though. Once we're out, we can skip across the hive. This deep you can go a single click and be a stranger. Of course with the 'bites on your back we might have to go further, but searching the whole underhive's a no go."

[Verruckt]

"Excellent, all we have to do is live till then." he turns to Marius and the two Gavies "What about you lot, fancy a new start?"

[Paper_Bard]

Ignance snorts. "Great for you... but I'm a mutant... in cah...case you for...forgot. I stay here, I die in the pits. I go with you... some crazy zealot kills me. I see no...no...no good options for muh...me."

[Verruckt]

"So you're big, ever heard of augmetics? Size is pretty easy to explain, and anything else can be hidden with enough armor. Cheer up mate, your strength is half of us getting out of here, and I'm not one to let a friend who broke me out of a 'bite slam rot in the dust."

[Electric_Monkey]

Marius raises his fist. "Let's give these guilders a bloody nose they won't forget in a hurry!", and the Gavvies cheer their assent.

[Verruckt]

Lucius smiles openly, "That's well good then, now we just stay alive till we got what we need. Once the time comes, we need to hit fast, the guards are dregs, but that breach team is a problem, we'll have to try to avoid them altogether. Will your friends have knowledge of a way out?"

[Electric_Monkey]

Holden replies, "From what I know of this particular facility, there are about three exits, all of which are guarded, so we'd have to force our way out in numbers. I can get a map before long."

[Verruckt]

"Hmm... Knives and stones won't do to well attacking an exit, would your maps contain information about the location of the response team's armory?"

[Electric_Monkey]

"I'll see what I can do," says Holden, and is cut off by the appearance of Arn at the door. Arn enters, looking particularly grim, followed by Bud, four other baton-armed guards, Dan, Ed and two more shock pole guards. "Alright," snarls Arn, "Time to get moving again. Try anything this time, and you're in for a world of pain."

[Verruckt]

Lucius conceals any endge of emotion and follows uncomplaining wherever prompted, In due time, bugger.

[Paper_Bard]

Ignance scowls....

We'll see who hurts who... scum!

He follows obediantly however, wondering what the future holsd for him.

[Electric_Monkey]

The other prisoners also come quietly as the guards lead them up the same corridor they travelled before. This time, they take the third door on the right, entering a large room full of tables and long benches. Around twenty other prisoners are sitting at the benches - a motely bunch, men and women of all shapes and sizes - including a man covered in thick fur, and a woman with unusual bony ridges on her forehead. Eight more guards watch them from the edges of the room.

The unmistakable aroma of algae soup wafts from a counter to which you are now being sheperded. Three middle-aged workers in the same smocks as the guards stand behind it, ladels at the ready.

[Electric_Monkey]

The kitchen workers begin to shovel scoops of steaming slop into bowls. "Come on," says Arn, "Breakfast. Don't tell me you're all picky eaters?"

The gavvies who are at the front of the queue come forward to the counter and take one bowl each before proceeding to a table.

[Verruckt]

Lucius accepts a shovel of gruel and follows the gavvies, taking in the lay of the land and his fellow prisoners as he goes, sizing up any potential helps or hindrances to his escape.

[Electric_Monkey]

The cloying smell of the food overwhelms Lucius's nostrils, and the loud clatter of two old ventilation fans set in the ceiling assaults his ears.

As he casts his eyes over the room, he sees that the tables are arranged in two rows of five, stretching from the counter to the door. The other prisoners sit six to a table, with the two mutants on their own. The prisoners look up briefly, then return to their food. While Arn's team watch the prisoners from your block , three guards stand by the counter, and five at the door, continuyally scanning the room - all anonymous looking people with batons, pistols and communicators, clad in identical grey smocks. Lucius notices the first female guards he's seen - two athletically built women standing by the door, looking every bit as hard-worn and violent as the men.

The gavvies make their way to an unoccupied table.