<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 50pt;"><strong>Purgatory</strong></span><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://th02.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2011/111/d/2/cerberus_officer_by_aesa_haettr-d3egiof.jpg)</td><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">"Oh God, please don't kill me!"<br/><br/>The words echoed down the cold cooridors of Purgatory Station, ringing from the offices of Warden Jacob Nash.  He was currently on his knees, staring wide-eyed up at the gun whose barrel rested just above the bridge of his nose.<br/><br/>"Sorry mate," said the merc with a thick Australian accent, "But ya got a price on yer 'ead, and ya didn't 'xactly make it hard ta find ya."  He squeezed the trigger, sending a sliver of ceramic alloy through the warden's head, exploding out the back and covering the deck plates.<br/><br/>Leaning against the warden's desk was a woman dressed in a tight black uniform, watching with arms crossed, "I told him to keep his dick in his pants.  Last time he'll ever think about making me earn my promotion."  She pushed off from the desk, and handed a semi-transparent chit to the Aussie, who took it.<br/><br/>"Thanks guv'na.  G'day."  He tipped his hat and made an exit, leaving her looking down at the dead body lying there.  She knew he was dead, and didn't waste much time.  She walked back to the desk and pulled up the holographic interface, tapping a command, "Attention Purgatory Guards and Inmates.  It seems Warden Nash has had a fatal encounter with a bullet.   Take a few moments to mourn the station's tragic loss for me, would you please?"<br/><br/>Despite the distance and bulkheads separating the office from the cell blocks, it was almost possible to hear the laughter emanating from them.  For a moment, Bridget enjoyed her little victory, before a screen came up.  "Uh, Warden?  We've got a new transport ship coming in with the latest numbers.  What do you want done about it?"<br/><br/>Bridget hmmed to herself, walking around a bit, before saying, "I'll greet them personally.  Let them know what they can expect.  Move them to Processing, and I'll meet you there.  Oh, and send someone to dump this sack of meat out an airlock.  Last thing I need is a fly infestation in my new office."</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Arrival on Purgatory is a simple enough affair.  Assuming one isn't an inmate.  For those who are, the process is a bit more complicated, and not entirely voluntary.  Each inmate stepping off the transport has thick binders on their arms, sending a constant feed of electricity through their hands to keep them nice and numb.  In the event the prisoners get unruly, they also contain a small sample of Element Zero, the same thing mass drives are built with.  With the simple flick of a switch, the binders can suddenly weigh several tons, sending the prisoners to the floor fast enough that many suffer broken arms and dislocated joints.<br/><br/>In processing, each has a full body scan done, to ensure they're the proper person.  In the event they aren't, they're often shown to the nearest empty airlock, though that doesn't happen very often.  Then they get to sit there and feel a scalpel go to work on their necks, attaching a special cybernetic device to the sixth vertebrae in humans, or the equivalent in other species.  The chip acts as both an RFID to keep constant tabs on the prisoners, immobilize them, or even kill them.  The method works well, since escape attempts from Purgatory have resulted in a 100% return/fatality rate.<br/><br/>As each prisoner finishes processing, they're lined up in a room at the end of the Processing area.  There, from a platform above, they are addressed.  Sometimes it's the warden personally, or sometimes it's just a sergeant.  Depends on how special the prisoners are.  In this case, because it's the first under her command, Bridget decides to handle this one.  She stands on the platform and looks down.  "Well... you'd think they'd send me something special.  As a present for my recent promotion."<br/><br/>As the guards chuckle, Bridget looks over each prisoner, before saying, "My name is Bridget Flame, but you may call me Warden.  Or Bitch.  Or any other name you care to use.  Just remember that I'm the one in charge here, and I have no intentions of letting you filth take that away from me."  She began to pace back and forth, "You're here because someone doesn't like you.  Doesn't want to even entertain the notion that you're anywhere near them.  You're here because someone can't justify killing you right away, but can't just ship you off to some normal prison.  No... you're here because someone hates you so bad they've decided that Hell can wait, and your suffering should go ahead and begin while you still have the chance to scream."<br/><br/>She stopped and leaned on the railing, "Your lives are worthless to me.  If I could, I'd dump you all into space.  But for once in your worthless lives, you're worth more alive than dead.  That doesn't mean it won't stop me from putting you down though.  Oh no... cross me or my guards, and you'll find out we have no problem putting a bullet or two in you.  So keep that in mind when you're in your cells, because you won't get another warning."<br/><br/>As Bridget left, the Sergeant at Arms spoke, "Listen up, meat sacks!  The rules are simple.  Obey the orders you are given.  No fighting.  No fucking.  No killing.  No stealing.  No raping.  You violate these rules, and we'll just watch till you get done, then bust your ass.  I got a bunch of Krogan sitting around bored, ready to beat the shit out of anyone who makes me mad.  You'll be begging for death by the time they're done.  Now move out.  You'll get sorted to your appropriate cellblocks later, but for now, you'll head for General Population."  The massive blast doors slammed shut behind the prisoners, before the set in front opened, allowing them to enter GP.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Link Directory</strong></span><br/><strong>OOC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=118955.0)<br/>Cellblock #1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=118982.0)</strong></span>