Post by iracuda on Dec 10, 2009 4:16:27 GMT -5
A hot desert breeze felt by the effects of desert sand blows into the ship port as the doors open to allow yet another Catani ship to descend to the almost barren wasteland of the strong hold. The heat of the thrusters out matched by the hot dry heat of the desert planet. Coming to a noisy, yet practiced landing the cargo ship is greeted by a virtual army of maintenance staff, soldiers and people who are obviously members of the Elite Catani who are running the show. Before they are allowed any where near the ship, the main port doors come to a close as the ship itself goes through the final decontamination process which tends to frustrate the officers even though they know it is yet another necessity in there road to victory. Once finished a monotone voice echoes through the landing bay announcing every one to there stations. Like swarming ants maintenance staff quickly look over the ship for damage, or any signs of needed repairs. Soon the soldiers come in taking there places as the main doors of the cargo vessel start there sequence to open. First a small craft appears, something which appears like a truck which is loaded with several containers of supplies which are checked and rechecked by underpaid staff.
Screams and groans are heard which makes a few of the port workers turn to look at what could be causing such a raucous noise. Next to move in as if vultures on a fresh kill are the Elite Catani staff who come with there aids to catalog, then with a cylindrical object inject something into each prisoner that helps them keep track of them and where they were captured. A few of the prisoners stupid enough to try something this soon are put back in there place with a rifle butt to the head or shot with a tranquilizer before being dragged off to be dealt with much to the delight of some of the Elite Catani who take pleasure in there job. Distracting from the cattle like lineup of prisoners a large metal on metal screech is heard over the noise of the prisoners as one of the workers drove left to avoid running someone over who was not paying attention. For his trouble he run into another container waiting to be loaded on the ship causing a little amusement for the slaves, but more than annoyance for the High ranking staff who knew the markings on the crate meant "Danger volatile explosives". As reality sets in on the ragged souls about to start a new life on a barren desert wasteland, they are not only sorted into races, but also into groups as they are marched to the next area of processing.
Greeting them is a cold grey room with nothing but processing benches, as they are each scanned to check there implants are working. As one person takes notes they are all forced to undress to there under garments before going through a metal detector. The purpose of this is to see who is Apelido, and who has anything hidden or that should be known for record purposes. The only ones not ashamed as much by the ordeal is the Chinii who are not known for wearing clothes because of there natural fur. One such person stands out amongst the crowd of people a young, down trodden ragged character called Iracuda who has great sadness and concern in his eyes. As Cuda takes his turn through the metal detectors, once again the alarm sound echoes which receives odd looks from not only staff, but also some of the prisoners who thought the Chinii are a primitive hunter / gatherer race who do not possess such technology yet alone Apelido technology. The Elite Catani being a suspicious bunch quickly rescan him trying to work out if he is a threat, a spy or machine malfunction. After the third scan they recognize it as some sort of speech or translation device. Just to be on the safe side they make a note on there records and escort the behemoth to his cramped holding cell.
Tbc Holding Cell thread.
Screams and groans are heard which makes a few of the port workers turn to look at what could be causing such a raucous noise. Next to move in as if vultures on a fresh kill are the Elite Catani staff who come with there aids to catalog, then with a cylindrical object inject something into each prisoner that helps them keep track of them and where they were captured. A few of the prisoners stupid enough to try something this soon are put back in there place with a rifle butt to the head or shot with a tranquilizer before being dragged off to be dealt with much to the delight of some of the Elite Catani who take pleasure in there job. Distracting from the cattle like lineup of prisoners a large metal on metal screech is heard over the noise of the prisoners as one of the workers drove left to avoid running someone over who was not paying attention. For his trouble he run into another container waiting to be loaded on the ship causing a little amusement for the slaves, but more than annoyance for the High ranking staff who knew the markings on the crate meant "Danger volatile explosives". As reality sets in on the ragged souls about to start a new life on a barren desert wasteland, they are not only sorted into races, but also into groups as they are marched to the next area of processing.
Greeting them is a cold grey room with nothing but processing benches, as they are each scanned to check there implants are working. As one person takes notes they are all forced to undress to there under garments before going through a metal detector. The purpose of this is to see who is Apelido, and who has anything hidden or that should be known for record purposes. The only ones not ashamed as much by the ordeal is the Chinii who are not known for wearing clothes because of there natural fur. One such person stands out amongst the crowd of people a young, down trodden ragged character called Iracuda who has great sadness and concern in his eyes. As Cuda takes his turn through the metal detectors, once again the alarm sound echoes which receives odd looks from not only staff, but also some of the prisoners who thought the Chinii are a primitive hunter / gatherer race who do not possess such technology yet alone Apelido technology. The Elite Catani being a suspicious bunch quickly rescan him trying to work out if he is a threat, a spy or machine malfunction. After the third scan they recognize it as some sort of speech or translation device. Just to be on the safe side they make a note on there records and escort the behemoth to his cramped holding cell.
Tbc Holding Cell thread.