Meanwhile Heaven is still parked up outside the Ark, everything is quiet and peaceful…
In the bridge most of the chief officers are asleep and sprawled over there consoles, Monsoon and Mistral are also asleep and cuddled up together on a sofa looking out the main observation window
The Bridge is calmly quiet, rested and free of the tension from earlier, the only people who are up are Sam and Sundowner, they are currently sat on either side of the command table playing a chilled out game of snap ((good ol’ snap)) GW deals their cards with a small servo arm
GW lays down Sams card
Then Sunny D’s
Sam had actually already placed his hand down but Sunny doesn’t realise and continues to slam his massive hand on top of his
Sundowner ive already won, look….
Sundowner: Wait what?
He lifts his hand
Now now, I am quite good you know, im sure you will get me sometime…
Sundowner: Hmpf….c’mon one more time…
Alright then….we’ll start over, first one wins the game..
GW takes the cards, shuffles and deals out then places down their cards to make it fair
Sam’s card is placed
A few cards later and tension is building, things are getting serious, well for Sundowner they are, Sam is relaxed as ever….
Sunny card goes down
Sams card, super tense, Sunny breaks a sweat, out of all 44 games of snap he has to win at least one
A matching card is placed! hory shit! que the slow mo!
Sam’s mega fast reflexes kick in and his hand begins making its way over to the pile
Sundowner begins reaching out frantically
But its to no avail Sam has won again and has placed down his hand down but this does not stop Sunny for a second, his gigantic sausage fingered hands come clobbering down ontop of Sams with such force that it cracks the table, judders the Bridge slightly and makes the lights flicker
I am Samuel Rodrigues, Winds of Destruction snap master heheheheheee….
However Sundowner pulls a sneaky grin
He raises his hand and underneath is Sams completely mangles cybernetic one, it has been embedded into the table and looks completely destroyed
….Oh er, Sundowner!
He tries to pull his hand out but because its so damaged it just completely tears off leaving him with a stump
Sundowner: Now ah would definitely call dat a win on my part pretty boy hehehehee
That isnt funny look at what you have done
Sundowner: Stop with yer whinin’ and take it like a man
Sam gives out a sigh and gets up from the table, he then makes his way out of the Bridge and over to the Fabricator deck to get a new hand
Sundowner: Strength over speed
Meanwhile we turn back to Jack, he is still within the mess hall down in one of the extremely low levels of Persephone
He continues looking around the crowd around him, there is little talk and when there is it is only uncomprehending murmurs or half insane ramblings, the only other sounds are that of screeching rats, but hold on, that isn’t a rat in the background thats…
He looks down at his soup to find three of the damn things sipping from his bowl, he quickly hits them off but they are very vicious and give him a few bites back, after this he quickly finished up his food and gets up from his lonesome table where he then dumps his tray in a nearby chute and makes his way out of the mess hall and into the dank corridors. He continues down the passageways on his way back to his cell, In Persephone your cell is probably the safest place you could be, out of the scrutinising view of the guards and rabid hounds that patrol the halls, however the walk back is never pleasant.
He passes a T junction and looks right to see guards carrying out a execution on some poor whimpering soul, he is sat in a pool of blood and has a gun held to the back of his head, Jack quickly carries on and gets out of the view, a few seconds later a shot is heard along with the thud of a body. This would have a detrimental effect on his mentality if this wasn’t the hundredth time he had witnessed such a scene, and due to his sever depression he isn’t really phased.
He eventually makes it back to his cell block where it looks as if yet another murder has taken place, a corpse lies in front of him which is quickly being eaten by the rats. He takes a quick jog past and gets back into his cell
The rats are a big problem in the prison and it is said that the ratio between rat and prisoners is in the thousands to one category, not only are they about the size of a small cat and crazy as hell but they are also incredibly numerous and are easily able to take down a fully grown adult male if there are enough of them. Even though they are such an issue there are zero attempts at pest control, the Guards don’t even bother killing them on site instead they let them be, in a way they see them as helpful little pets because of their ability to devour bodies at a astounding rate which saves the prison a lot of labour effort in having to deal with thousands of corpse on a weekly basis.
It is unsurprising to reveal that they also carry a deadly plague of which all prisoners fall victim to once they have been around them long enough or bitten, the disease is a slow killing one and is pretty much identical to the Bubonic Plague of the dark ages except the boils are much smaller and carry a more infectious liquid, this horrific plague is everywhere to be see around the prison and suffering its symptoms are just a part of life that everyone has to tolerate. Eventually it is this disease that claims the lucky few who have managed to survive the ruthless Guards.
Jack hunches up on his concrete bed whilst the damned little four legged devils scurry around his cell floor