Star Riding
09-25-2018, 06:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-26-2018, 04:17 PM by Dustbite.)
You've been sent for execution by the demand of the general public on this planet. Before you could get anywhere close to your ship and away from this planet, the guards snatched you up and hauled your ass to the prisoner's block. Now you sit on a floating bench, neon green lights and black walls being your only imprisonment...as well as the electric shock charges around the whole cell, towering guards at either end and the snitches and undercover guards all about. So you're stuck here with about six other prisoners until your demise.
In the left corner, there seem to be two cat-like girls giggling to themselves, scratching at the walls and tails swishing behind them. One is brown, tall and chubby; darker tiger stripes and cream paws and tip on their tail. The other is short and lanky, grey-almost white- fur and back tips at their ears as their blue eyes scan menacingly at everyone else in the cell block, their green-eyed companion scratching away at the walls.
Near the door is a human-looking person, when he turned around to look over his shoulder, you noticed he had eight eyes, all solid red and blinking in unison. His tanned hands clutch at the bars as he looks out between the guard's legs at the other prisoners across from your cell, occasionally running his fingers through slicked-back, black hair.
On the bench across from you, is two people dressed like regular pirates, neither have a hook for a hand, an eye patch or a peg leg or a parrot. This disappoints you greatly as you expected better things from these guys. One of them is a human with auburn hair and is around your height, looking down at the floor. You don't actually think he's looked up ever since you've gotten here actually. The other is a fish-like person, a bandana tied over their head as they try to flirt with one of the cat-girls in the corner.
Lastly, there's this old-looking guy asleep in the corner. He's dressed a little like a 'hobo' as most people would call him, an orange beanie over his long, greying hair with black tips that are fading away. There's drool coming from his mouth and it's pooling on the floor underneath him...gross.
Obviously, there are the two crocodile-looking guards in front of the cell, standing in front of the bars and blocking most of your view of the outside world. These two are the ones that got rid of your weapons and patted you down and everything, your stuff is probably in the lockup right now. Your weapon and codex especially. Man, you should really learn all the species and races about this galaxy so you can start referring to them properly.
What will you do?
In the left corner, there seem to be two cat-like girls giggling to themselves, scratching at the walls and tails swishing behind them. One is brown, tall and chubby; darker tiger stripes and cream paws and tip on their tail. The other is short and lanky, grey-almost white- fur and back tips at their ears as their blue eyes scan menacingly at everyone else in the cell block, their green-eyed companion scratching away at the walls.
Near the door is a human-looking person, when he turned around to look over his shoulder, you noticed he had eight eyes, all solid red and blinking in unison. His tanned hands clutch at the bars as he looks out between the guard's legs at the other prisoners across from your cell, occasionally running his fingers through slicked-back, black hair.
On the bench across from you, is two people dressed like regular pirates, neither have a hook for a hand, an eye patch or a peg leg or a parrot. This disappoints you greatly as you expected better things from these guys. One of them is a human with auburn hair and is around your height, looking down at the floor. You don't actually think he's looked up ever since you've gotten here actually. The other is a fish-like person, a bandana tied over their head as they try to flirt with one of the cat-girls in the corner.
Lastly, there's this old-looking guy asleep in the corner. He's dressed a little like a 'hobo' as most people would call him, an orange beanie over his long, greying hair with black tips that are fading away. There's drool coming from his mouth and it's pooling on the floor underneath him...gross.
Obviously, there are the two crocodile-looking guards in front of the cell, standing in front of the bars and blocking most of your view of the outside world. These two are the ones that got rid of your weapons and patted you down and everything, your stuff is probably in the lockup right now. Your weapon and codex especially. Man, you should really learn all the species and races about this galaxy so you can start referring to them properly.
What will you do?