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The main turbo-lift doors opened to the food court area. The doors, opened, awaited the occupants inside.
With a hard shove, the marine maneuvered the prisoner outside the lift, towards the empty tables within the food court.
It was a grand, circular hall, with high ceilings. Several shops and resturants circled the plaza, many of which were closed, with very few people about. Five marines stood tall about a lone prisoner... the prisoner, hand-cuffed with molecular-energy restraints.
The five marines separated, securing the area, as was their training, and stood at ease. The prisoner looked around his surrounding. It was better then where he came from, but he was still in chains, so it didn't really matter to him either way. They led him towards a collection of metal tables and made him stop.
He was smaller the the marines around him. Much smaller. He had been born with an edge...though he couldn't recall it. It was lost to him...he couldn't remember...
Half Human and half Gammulan, his natural appearance frigtened most humanoids...frightened those marines... Something to do with old age religions and demons, or some such nonsence. But he fit the bill, so he played the part...at least iinstinctively... They feared him, though he could not remember why. He had done nothing to them...or he could not remember...
Five years in solitary confinement had changed his conceptions. Alone for so many years, he had learned a great many things. About himself, and about his place...but he did remember.. his ship destroyed, his friends dead..and yet he still lived..unable to find death...death avoided him...death hated him..this at least, he knew...
He had learned much, yet knew nothing ..most of all, he knew nothing of this place..or why he was here...and why he was still in chains.
The marine, closest to him, unlocked the restraints. Blood returned to his wrists with needle point sharpness. He rubbed them. Instictively, he lowered his center of gravity, not knowing why, but remembering...something.
He stared at the marine..waiting...
The marine stared back, gathereing the restraints and placing them in pocket of his battle uniform.
Placing a 50 credit note of the metal table beneath him, the marine turned back towards the turbo-lift. The other marines ran to join him. Not a word was said.
Shingen was free,
but lost in a world he didn't comprehend...
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Derek, if you don't want me here, then kill the post and ban me..leave everyone else alone. Otherwise, I'm going to join the community and RP here.