1: Borbilla Production Center.   Posted by Arbiter.Group: 0
Arbiter
 GM, 15 posts
 The whispering winds
 of Fate...
Sun 4 Oct 2009
at 22:23
1: Borbilla Production Center
The day begins like every other.  The klaxon signals it's time to wake up, Espo guards watch you through your morning ablutions, then it's time to line up for inspection.  Heads are counted as cells are checked.  Contraband is removed and offenders are dragged out of line and shackled.  Their destination is the Mines, a place none of you ever want to be sent.  It's a death sentence if you're lucky.

The usual bribes pass between the prison's big-wig's and the guards, as do coded messages between Union leaders and their membership.

Inspection over, it's off to the factory floor for a day's honest work.

Today is a good day, only two beings get mangled in the machinery.  Work only has to stop briefly to clear the fabricator of what's left of a Gamorrean who got too close to the stamping press.  The human who ran afoul of the grinding wheel known as "The Eraser" was luckier.  He still had most of his limbs--at least as of the last anyone saw of him as he was dragged, bleeding and shrieking, to the infirmary.

Less stoppage means more work is accomplished.  More work means more product.  More product means more credits earned.  You can all see the ledger sheets you keep in your heads detailing your remaining debt to the Corporate Sector Authority tick ever so slightly into the black.  Today is a good day.

The Klaxon sounds again.  Work stops.  It's time for food.  If you can call it that.

Lines of trudging, exhausted inmates line up with their trays to accept the bare-minimum sustenance provided by the overseers.  Past the nutrient dispensers, spitting out their globs of tasteless gray mush, sits the autovendors.  Their bright colors and blinking lights promise all manner of tasty treats and delights.  But they're a sucker's bet.  Even a simple piece of candy will cost you an hour's pay.  And an hour lost to the autovendor is an hour returned to your prison sentence.  Still, there are those--either too new to life in Borbilla or simply so desperate for "real" food they're willing to trade their freedom for it--who scramble over to the machines, plunking in their credit chits and receiving the empty reward of a one-time treat in return.

Then the predators descend.  The big, the strong, or just the very well organized are waiting for the beings clutching their plastic-wrapped prizes to step out of line and try to make off with their treats.  Most don't get very far.  A few of the quick or lucky get away with their precious treats, but many more find themselves pummeled, intimidated, pick-pocketed, or simply overwhelmed by those who want what they have.

The Espos who walk the perimeter of the feeding hall on the catwalk above turn a blind eye to this activity.  They aren't paid enough to care.  Only when confrontations turn overtly violent do they take notice.  A tiny ugnaught, seemingly outclassed by the trio of humans who try to take his autovendor goodie, pulls a hand-made shiv from under his prison-issue tunic and stabs one of the men in the thigh.  The human screams and goes down, clutching at the spurting wound.  Prisoners alternately scatter or cluster to witness the commotion as the ugnaught threatens the other two humans with his knife.  Before he can attack another one, the loud "VWAMP" of a blaster's stun bolt breaks through the noise and a bright blue ring of energy streaks down from the catwalk and hits the ugnaught square in the back.  The little being goes down and one of the humans quickly snatches up his dropped treat and runs off with it before a trio of Espos muscles through the crowd.  One of the men grabs the unconscious ugnaught by the collar and drags him off.  The other two lift the still-bleeding human and carry him off to the infirmary.  In all the commotion, the ugnaught's shiv has vanished, most likely now hiding under someone else's tunic to be used another day.

Just another day in Borbilla.

This message was last edited by the GM at 22:46, Sun 04 Oct 2009.

Arbiter
 GM, 16 posts
 The whispering winds
 of Fate...
Sun 4 Oct 2009
at 22:27
Re: 1: Borbilla Production Center
And so your day begins.

You all are at least passingly familiar with each other and belong to the same "Union" ("The Fraternal Brotherhood of Space"--which makes Sien's membership highly ironic and the source of many jokes).  But I leave it up to you as to how well you know each other.

The exception to this is Roice.  He has only recently wound up in Borbilla and has been there less than a month.  None of you really know him but have probably seen him around.  He's conspicuous because he's one of the few people in prison who have the privilege of being allowed a personal Droid.
Bulyip
 player, 6 posts
 Fear the Bulyip!
Sun 4 Oct 2009
at 22:56
Re: 1: Borbilla Production Center
Eating his bowl of paste, the little Aleena is glad to be eating, and just keeps stuffing his mouth full of the goop. Sometimes he is fortunate and one of the other species cannot stomach the food, and he is able to gain their portion as well as his own.

With the commotion breaking out with the ugnaught and the humans, Bulyip starts to eat faster rather than watch. It is not so far fetched that a larger riot could form, and they would all be punished and forced to leave the dining area. And he just does not want to leave until he is at least full in the stomach.
Garret Haskel
 player, 2 posts
Sun 4 Oct 2009
at 23:13
Re: 1: Borbilla Production Center
Garret had just sat down when another fight broke out. He watched the fight only long enough to see one of the humans go down. He was disgusted by the cowardice of those three humans.

He went back to eating his "food" after the fight was ended, and the ugnaught, and wounded human were dragged off.
Sien Shak
 player, 3 posts
Mon 5 Oct 2009
at 02:26
Re: 1: Borbilla Production Center
Sien sits, quitely, as she ponders these events.  Simply another firestorm, she thinks, watching the violent waves flow through the center.  She has seduced one of the larger men with a slight show of leg, and gotten his protection to keep her food.  She sits down on one of the small benches, lightly swining her legs as she watches all that happens.  She looks about, her Lek'ku tweaking slihgtly as she saw one of her comrades, then another.
Jared Verik
 player, 3 posts
Mon 5 Oct 2009
at 06:45
Re: 1: Borbilla Production Center
 Aw hell, Jared though as the fight broke out right in front of him as he had just received his "meal" and was headed to find him self a seat.
   " For cryin out loud can't a man eat his fake food in peace around here?" He grumbled to no one at all moments before the knife wielding little alien was shot unconscious a few feet away from him. Shrugging he stepped over the poor sod and shouldering his way through the retreating crowd worked his way over to where his union usually sat.

This message was last edited by the player at 06:46, Mon 05 Oct 2009.

A'den Nuhaatyc
 player, 3 posts
Mon 5 Oct 2009
at 16:56
Re: 1: Borbilla Production Center
A'den watches the fight impassively. Retrieving his empty tray, 'knocked' from his hands in the fight, he goes through the food line. Spotting Bulyip, A'den makes his way to sit across the table from his diminutive comrade.

"Never a dull moment around here." He says as he quietly stows the shiv into his boot.
Andular Volg
 player, 3 posts
Mon 5 Oct 2009
at 17:26
Re: 1: Borbilla Production Center
Volg glanced down at his bowl, his mouth worked into a sour grimace, "Fake is appropriate a descriptor, but food hardly belongs anywhere near this mess." He replied, shoving his bowl to the center of the table, likely the Aleema would grab it up, he didn't particularly care.  "I have got to get out of here, and get my ship back." He muttered, propping his feet up onto the table and laying against the wall, he scanned the dining room, quietly noting the habits of the guards, storing any useful bit of information that could prove necessary should escape become an option.
Garret Haskel
 player, 3 posts
Mon 5 Oct 2009
at 17:49
Re: 1: Borbilla Production Center
"It might be fake food, but it does keeps you alive at least. Which is always a good thing."

Garret finishes the rest of his food. Then he casually scans the crowded room; noting the locations of the guards, and other prisoners.
Arbiter
 GM, 20 posts
 The whispering winds
 of Fate...
Mon 5 Oct 2009
at 17:54
Re: 1: Borbilla Production Center
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