Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad
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				Title: <strong>Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 18:19:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Carbon Block;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">PRISON PLANET</span></span></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Blue Highway Linocut;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Hell Frozen Over</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Blue Highway Linocut;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Landing Pad</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/18mo92ujusdi4jpg/original.jpg)</div><br>The shuttle pad is a fairly smooth area of ice about a kilometre North of the settlement, that has been covered with a Duraplaz sheet. Here, the shuttles from the space station in orbit above The Cooler bring the weekly supply drop and take away the mined Gelumium crystals. It is here, too that the prisoners first arrive. Every seventh day is a "rest" day - unless your shift is frantically trying to meet quota, of course.<br><br>The rail tracks from all the mines run to the shuttle pad, where the graded Gelumium is tipped from the wagons into containers that are then attached to the shuttle and lifted into orbit, where they are transferred to bulk freighters along with the containers from all the other settlements. It is important that, although the containers are sealed to stop the gelumium crystals escaping, they are not airtight. Thus any inmates attempting to escape in one would not survive the ascent into orbit!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 20:45:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Shuttle_Icon.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>The Crew Of Cooler Shuttle III - <em>Storm Petrel</em></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Descending from orbit to land on the pad.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>All newly arriving player characters</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Regular supply run, and delivering new inmates.</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>It was just another milk run for the crew of Cooler Shuttle III, informally known as the Storm Petrel. The other shuttles all had names too, all named after flying creatures that lived in icebound regions of their home planets. But only Shuttle III was named after a creature from Old Earth. The pilot had warning that a military shuttle was departing the planet on a parallel vector, and acknowledged. He saw the other vessel on his scanners, admiring the way the armed vessel simply defied the laws of gravity in a way that his own ship was not quite able to.<br><br>He waited until they were in the atmosphere and then called up the "cabin crew" on the intercom. "Heading in, start getting 'em ready".<br><br>Back in the cargo bays, each one holding a small number of stasis pods, the prison guards put their armour on, and activated the revival sequence on the first pod in their bay.<br><br>As soon as the pod door slid open, the inmate was told to stand up and get undressed. Any that questioned the order were first told again, including any clarification that yes it meant completely naked, no they couldn't keep their underwear, if they had requested to keep cetrain jewellery they would be allowed to keep it buteverything else was to go into that bag there. Any who refused were shoved into the restraints on the walls and their clothing cut off them.<br><br>The convicts were then told to climb into a vat of rather disgusting looking gloop. "This is the last suit of clothes you'll ever wear", the guard told each of the women. Again if they refused, they would be carried, struggling or not, and simply dumped into the vat. The guards wore military grade power armour for that very reason, that and it meant the women convicts couldn't hurt them. It also stopped them from sexually molesting the prisoners - the power armour simply wasn't equipped to touch a woman in that way, without doing her serious damage.<br><br>Dunked under the gloop and then told to clime out, each inmate in turn would find themselves coated in a thin layer of the stuff which rapidly congealed into a transparent, flexible, body hugging suit. Smartex, the material was called, short for smart latex. It was made from regular synthetic latex, but each molecule was attached to a nanite, a microscopic robot, that was programmed to function in conjunction with the molecule-nanites around it, giving the latex suite certain properties that more than justified the "smart" tag.<br><br>As the suit around each inmate congealed, they were directed to stand in an alcove that looked like it should rotate. In fact, this is exactly what it did, sealing the convict off completely from the prisoner preparation bay and leaving them facing what was obviously the outer hatch of an airlock, with a small window in it. Peering out through the window would reveal nothing but grey clouds, as the shuttle descended through the atmosphere. Obviously, any inmates refusing to enter the pod were simply forced in.<br><br>Any inmates asking questions about how they would live, what they would be doing, what facilities were available, were, as a sort of sick joke, handed a small leaflet entitled "Howe to build an igloo".<br><br>With the transportee safely locked in her own private exit pod, each guard would then activate the revival sequence on the next stasis pod, repeating the procedure until all inmates were safely contained within the ship's outer skin. In this way, the procedure was kept impersonal. None of the inmates saw the face of a guard, nor did they see any of the other inmates.<br><br>The ship would hover in whatever cloud could be found - something quite normal, especially as the ship would often make it's own cloud due to the heat of it's jets - until all the prisoners were processed, and then it would land.<br><br>On this particular day, the cloud layer was low and the shuttle dipped out of it only a few hundred metres above the pad, giving the transportees on the port side of the ship their first glimpse of their new home. Those on the starboard side saw only the never ending ice plane, dotted here and there with a ridge or crevasse, stretching away to the distance, until the shuttle touched down. Then the Duraplaz landing pad would finally come into view.<br><br>Once on the ground, the doors on the exit pods slid silently open. a speaker in each pod crackled to life and a synthetic voice pronounced: "You have ten minutes to exit the vessel. If you do so immediately, you will be expected to help your fellow convicts unload and load the shuttle. This will no doubt earn you some favour points. If you are still on the ship in ten minutes time, the ship will lift with you still on board. Please be aware that you will not be allowed back in the ship under any circumstances. This is your only warning. Stay where you are and you will either fall to your death or asphyxiate when we exit the atmosphere. Message ends".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>piece</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 20:55:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i608.photobucket.com/albums/tt168/face_down_ass_up/synhead.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Syndel</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Aboard the shuttle and exiting the shuttle onto the landing pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Guards on the shuttle and prisoners loading the shuttle</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Just arriving on planet</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Syndel awoke slowly from stasis as the pod revived her from a deep and dreamless sleep. She had no way to know how much time had passed since she had been placed in stasis, and her thoughts, much like the dark, stormy silver of her slowly opening eyes, refused to find focus. She remembered the whirlwind of her trial and conviction and the cruel fate that awaited her. Given the long lifespan of her species, it might have been far less cruel to have executed her outright.<br><br>"I said, get out of the pod and strip, damn you."<br><br>She blinked, forcing those dark, metallic hued eyes to focus on the helmet of the guard who spoke to her. She hadn't even heard the first command, for she was weakened by hunger. The furnace of her metabolism was a hard master. As a native of a heavy gravity world, she was usually much stronger and tougher than those she encountered, but the body adapted to such conditions required a great deal of fuel to power it. The Empire had given her only what they thought was enough, and it wasn't. She was not yet truly malnourished, but she was weakened by the hunger. The Empire was almost certainly aware of her dietary requirements now, given the state of medical technology, but there was nothing to be done by the crew of the shuttle, even if they themselves were aware of it.<br><br>The practical consequences in the here and now for the guards were that Syndel was too groggy to properly focus, and too weak to truly fight back. With quick, perhaps frustrated, movement, they hauled her out of the stasis pod and slammed her into the restraints against one of the bulkheads. Their armor assured their safety, even if she had been strong enough to resist. One of them drew a cutting tool, and proceeded to remove the prison jumper she had been wearing. <br><br>Syndel made no protest as she was then ushered forcefully to a vat full of yellowish ooze. Her thoughts were coming more into focus, her mind's accuity sharpening as she truly awoke from stasis. <br><br><br>"Get in. This is the last suit of clothes you'll ever wear."<br><br><br>The profound truth of that statement hit Syndel hard. But she would not betray her Aklat, and would accept this fate, if it was to be her own. Carefully, with her long tail extended to balance her, she climbed in and felt herself enveloped by the strange goo that filled the vat. She was dunked and coated now in the Smartex suit that all prisoners on the Cooler wore. A permanent coating to protecter her from the cold and ice. Though as it congealed against her flesh, Syndel noted that it offered no modesty. Yet another reminder that her fate had been taken out of her hands and given to others.<br><br>She was then directed to climb out and move to an alcove against another bulkhead with cyclindrical walls. She was steady on her feet now, but she was still moving slowly. Part of it was lack of energy from the hunger that gnawed in her belly and sapped her strength. The other part was that she felt awkward and exposed in the Smartex suit she now wore. It felt like a second skin stretched tightly against her own. But she needed no further prodding from the guards as she stepped into the alcove. <br><br>Syndel gave a startled gasp as the alcove rotated and left her facing an airlock with a small window. She looked out, and felt her pulse race with the realization that this truly was happening. All she could see out of that window was the barren expanse of pure, frozen hell. <br><br>The shuttle hit the Duraplaz landing pad with a gentle bump, and then the airlock of her tiny pod opened. The wind was cold, and bit at her even through the Smartex she had been encased within. That wind moaned to her ears, welcoming her to this lonely, desolate world. Then the speaker behind and above her made her arrival to the Cooler completely official, completely real, and unfathomably permanent. <br><br><br>"You have ten minutes to exit the vessel. If you do so immediately, you will be expected to help your fellow convicts unload and load the shuttle. This will no doubt earn you some favour points. If you are still on the ship in ten minutes time, the ship will lift with you still on board. Please be aware that you will not be allowed back in the ship under any circumstances. This is your only warning. Stay where you are and you will either fall to your death of asphyxiate when we exit the atmosphere. Message ends."<br><br><br>There was no going back for Syndel now, and so instead she moved forward, into the bitter embrace of the cold wind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BeckyAnnn</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 21:57:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Katianna.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Katianna Molova</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Cooler Shuttle III then Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Shuttle Guards then alone in exit pod.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Arriving on planet</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Her mother and sister sobbing as she was led from court after sentencing, hands bound behind her back…that was the last clear memory Katianna Malova had before waking up aboard Cooler Shuttle III.&nbsp; She stood and looked at the armored beast before her.&nbsp; She seemed to be in as much shock now as when her sentence had been passed down.&nbsp; Her eyes were wide and her thoughts unfocused as the guard ordered her to disrobe.&nbsp; She stared at the guard, dumbfounded but her head quickly cleared when she found herself practically thrown against the wall and stripped forcibly.<br><br>Katianna was already cold aboard the shuttle.&nbsp; Her ocean covered home world was warm and humid so even the climate controlled shuttle was colder than her liking. The slime bath made it even worse.&nbsp; By the time she climbed out of the vat she was noticeably shivering.&nbsp; If she was already this cold, how was she supposed to survive on the ice planet?&nbsp; Perhaps the answer was she wasn’t.&nbsp; <br><br>Katianna looked down at what, for all purposes, was a second skin as the smartex suit congealed. She picked at the opening around her wrist.&nbsp; “How exactly am I supposed to shave my legs in this stuff?”&nbsp; It was a foolish and irrelevant question of course, but it was the first thing that came to mind as she examined the suit.&nbsp; It was easy to ignore the near nakedness of the suit in front of the guards aboard the shuttle.&nbsp; In their armored suits they could be robotic for all she knew, at least it was easier to let herself believe that anyway.<br><br>She offered no resistance when she was ordered into the alcove.&nbsp; What was the point?&nbsp; She was about to come face to face with her new future and none of her skill or stealth would be able to stop this.&nbsp; She glanced out the alcove window but only briefly.&nbsp; Then she went and sat against the wall of the alcove opposite the viewing window.&nbsp; Here she let herself dissolve into tears…for her mother and sister…for the life she had lost…and the new reality she would soon face.&nbsp; After a bit she wiped her tears and tried to reign in her emotions.&nbsp; It was not wise to show any signs of weakness in prison.&nbsp; Or at least that is what she had heard. <br><br>&nbsp;<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You have ten minutes to exit the vessel. If you do so immediately, you will be expected to help your fellow convicts unload and load the shuttle. This will no doubt earn you some favour points. If you are still on the ship in ten minutes time, the ship will lift with you still on board. Please be aware that you will not be allowed back in the ship under any circumstances. This is your only warning. Stay where you are and you will either fall to your death or asphyxiate when we exit the atmosphere.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Katianna had not even realized that they had landed when the pod doors opened and the message began.&nbsp; The frigid air hit her like a solid wall as it rushed into the pod.&nbsp; It was a weird sensation to feel the suit make adjustments for the cold.&nbsp; If this stuff was supposed to keep her warm then it was failing miserably and she wondered if the Smartex in the vat was defective.&nbsp; Of course, who exactly was she supposed to ask?<br><br>She pulled herself to her feet and stared out the doors.&nbsp; She could see some structures in the distance as well as movement just outside.&nbsp; She approached the door slowly and cautiously, peering out to see what was going on.&nbsp; She watched a few moments as the prisoners unload the shuttle.&nbsp; She weighed her options.&nbsp; On the one hand she could get out and help and maybe, just maybe she earn enough “favor” points to be left alone, or she could stay in the pod and simply go to sleep and die from lack of oxygen as the shuttle departed the atmosphere, the later actually sounding more appealing just now.&nbsp; “Aww hell I would probably just fall before we got high enough for it to kill me and I would just be left maimed for the rest of my existence.”&nbsp; Katianna wrapped her arms around herself and stepped out of the pod and got to work, trying to go mostly unnoticed while doing what the others were doing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 23:25:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Mrinka_Pirate_avatar.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Harrin Ffrrit</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>By the ore bins</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Diah</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Arriving from the mine, by way of the settlement.</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Harrin followed the tracks from the mine (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175039.msg8287029#msg8287029), heading past the settlement and up towards the landing pad On the way she was joined by the pink skinned Quyllian who was to serve as her deputy underground. She smirked at the sexy round mauve behind, then with a deliberate gesture, reached out and slapped it. "If there's no-one I fancy on the shuttle, I'll have you in my place tonight", she purred softly, then grinned. "In fact, you could stop by anyway, even if we both find someone. I've got a spare roll of plazweld to use up!" <br><br>The Quyllian had been on the world three years and Harrin had found her to be very accommodating to someone she couldn't hex, but equally most useful when dealing with those that could be hexed. Her own ears flicked beneath the Smartex hood, and she looked up, her sharp, feline eyes spotting what her ears had told her was there. The shuttle was hovering in the cloud layer. Harrin watched as others from the settlement began to gather. Most recognised her and knew she was newly promoted. "Come on you lot, get busy..."<br><br>"Fuck you, Puss!" That was a transferee from another settlement, who didn't know her. The Mrinka didn't hesitate. She leapt, knocking the smaller human to the ground. In flight, she had grabbed an icicle off a nearby ore cart, the thing was not an ideal weapon but it would do. It was sharp enough. And the Mrinka had long ago learned the simple exploit. As she landed on the human, her left forearm went to the woman's throat, while her right hand traced a circle over the woman's heart. The suit did as it was programmed and exposed a small area of the transferee's left breast. Harrin instantly transferred the icicle from her left hand to her right and pressed the point against the stranger's flesh.<br><br>"Do you know how easy it would be for me to kill you right now? And no one would give a shit! Now, I expect you to get busy."<br><br>Harrin let the woman up, much to the relief of the others around. Harrin sneered and swaggered back to Diah, her tail waving arrogantly. If it weren't for the damn suit, it would be totally fluffed!<br><br>The ore containers ran on rails too, and they were damn heavy. The three full containers were positioned under the tip ramps that the pad ponies pulled the loaded ore wagons up. That was a job Harrin had hated. But here and now it was all hands required to push the loaded containers to where they would be slid under the shuttle. Finally the roar of jets grew louder and the space vessel descended.<br><br>When it touched down, Harrin didn't bother looking at the newbies. She was too busy with the others, racing into the shuttle's open hold area, positioning the empty wheel bogies under the three returning containers, getting out of the way as the shuttle crew released each container in turn with a loud CLANG, then using every muscle she had to push them out of the way as quickly as possible.<br><br>Then the full containers were pushed into the same three places under the shuttle. As each one was in place the pushers leap aside as the mechanical arms grabbed them and lifted them off the wheel bogies, clamping them in place beneath the shuttle. In her six years, the Mrinka had seen more than one exile loose a limb, or a head, to the grabs.<br><br>It took nine minutes to get all six containers swapped over.<br><br>With the first half of the job complete, Harrin took time to see if there were any suicidals still in their alcoves. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 13:28:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s14.postimg.org/w25qb344t/Diahvatar.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Diah</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong></td><td>Settlement, then landing pad </td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Harrin, new arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Assisting with the shuttle, then talking to the new arrivals</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Diah was smiling. <br><br>This was nothing new; anyone who had been with the small, purple Quyllian for any period of time knew that she was generous with her smiles -- in fact, there were those who thought or even said that Diah was really too damn <em>cheerful</em> for someone sentenced to spend the rest of her life in the frozen Hell that was the Cooler. She was an amiable and affable woman; often found humming merry little tunes to herself, amusing herself with silly conversations, and seldom if ever displayed the traits of anger and frustrated aggression so common in prisoners.&nbsp; <br><br>But right now, her smile was a little wider than usual, her orange-tinted eyes just slightly dreamy -- signs that, to those who knew her, was perfectly clear: She'd just either seduced or been seduced by one of the other women. Diah's sexual appetite was well-known in the settlement (though she herself insisted that she had a rather low sex drive compared to many other Quyllians), as was her uncanny ability to, with her strange hypnotic gaze and soft voice, entrance and ensnare others. Many were the women on the Cooler who had gazed into Diah's orange eyes and found themselves compelled to obey her, to think and feel only as she commanded. And many were the women who had insisted they weren't interested in other women sexually, but after being placed in a trance by Diah would be happily fucking her or any other woman she might have presented to them. <br><br>Harrin was one of the exceptions. Not everyone was equally susceptibe to Diah's power, and as had been early established, all Mrifka were naturally immune to the Quyllian hypnotic stare. And given that hypnosis were often used among Quyllians as a non-violent way to establish dominance, Diah had early on accepted Harrin as her superior and submitted to her. <br><br>And so, when Harrin came by the settlement, Diah was the first to join her. Her smile didn't lessen at all when the Mrifka took some time to check out her rounded, purplish bottom, and she jumped aslightly and giggled when she felt a smack against that bottom.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"If there's no-one I fancy on the shuttle, I'll have you in my place tonight,"</em> Harrin purred softly, then grinned. <em>"In fact, you could stop by anyway, even if we both find someone. I've got a spare roll of plazweld to use up!"</em><br><br>"Mmmm... I believe I could fit some time into my busy schedule," Diah purred back, moving to stroke her bald head against Harrin's arm; it took only a second or two, but was a clear sign of affection and submission. She would do as Harrin told her. <br><br>As more people from the settlement came out towards them, Diah took a couple of steps back in order to let Harrin do her newly-appointed job of commanding -- and she stayed aside, passive and calmly watching, as one of them (one of the newbies who didn't know how things were around here) tried to protest with a "fuck you, Puss!" and got diciplined for it by the Mrifka. There was no compassion in the Quyllian's eyes as the stranger got up; while most of the other prisoners drew sighs of relief that there wouldn't be any bloodshed at the moment, Diah just shot the woman an <em>"oh-well-you-asked-for-it"</em> look, shrugged her shoulders and gave her a cheerful smile.<br><br>Being one of the physically smaller and weaker prisoners, Diah had accepted (and quite happily at that) that she was not the best choice for the most strenuous physical tasks such as pushing the carts or containers, and left the heavier parts of the work to stronger, more able-bodied women. Giving what little assistance she could, she helped see to it that the containers got to where they should be and afterwards focused on another task.<br><br>As the new prisoners came out of their pods, setting their feet on the icy surface of the planet for the first time, Diah was there with her friendliest smile, standing in a position so they all could see and hear her. And what they saw was a small, completely bald woman with light purplish skin and large orange-yellow eyes, her Smartex suit so transparent that she might as well have been naked -- but she showed no sign of modesty because of this, doing nothing to hide her ample breasts or hairless crotch.<br><br>"Welcome to the Cooler, ladies," she said -- and the bizarreness of her acting like a polite and friendly guide rather than an inmate in a hellish, miserable prison would probably not be lost on any of them. "If you'll gather around here? Thank you! I won't keep you long, just thought you'd appreciate a word of welcome and perhaps a few pointers about your new lives before you're thrown out into it." She let her eyes sweep over all the newcomers before continuing: <br><br>"I don't know what you've been convicted for, but whatever it is, chances are that you'll find women here who've been convicted for the same things: Murder, rape, smuggling, slave trading, simply having the bad luck of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whatever the reason, we're all here now, and our mission is to mine precious and useful minerals for the Empire. You'll be working in the newly-opened Gelumium mine and will be assigned individual tasks and jobs, depending on your capabilities and on what's needed. <br><br>"Oh, and don't worry about the cold; these Smartex suits might not look the part, but they'll protect you from the worst of the cold and from most physical harm. I suggest you try to get used to them as soon as possible, because they're all the clothing you'll ever have from now on.<br><br>"Thanks for your attention. Anyone have any questions, feel free to ask."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 19:54:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/3db4ae734cc561f3b9638f19985c66ce/tumblr_mnkl18ydJs1rkcdc7o1_250.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Layla</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Aboard the shuttle, then entering onto the landing pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>New arrivals, Diah</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Arriving on The Cooler</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Layla opened her mouth in a silent groan as she slowly regained consciousness. Her head throbbed, but she was still able to think clearly. The screeching sound of the pod opening seemed to shock her senses, and her eyes were drawn to the suited guard in front of her. The guard commanded her to remove her clothes, and the human prisoner made no attempt at resistance. During her trial, she had often thought about her future. Before, it had frightened her, but now she found herself strangely at peace. As she took her first step out of the pod, she found herself holding her head up proudly.<br><br>With her clothing gone, she raised her right hand. On her fourth finger was a diamond ring that had cost her a sizable chunk of her vast wealth. She had purchased it as an investment, and she hoped it would one day pay off. She knew that the new environment into which she would be thrust had no currency, but there were always other things for which she could trade. "May I?" She asked, plainly. The guard was quiet, primarily because Layla seemed strangely at ease. He nodded and led her to the gelatinous pool. "Let's hope the suit is comfortable then." She smirked, still maintaining her sarcastic sense of humor.<br><br>The feeling of being surrounded by the goop filled with her a strange combination of impulses. It was, all things considered, not unpleasant. As she was removed from the pool, she found herself covered in a suit resembling transparent latex. It fit tightly around her buxom curves, and it even matted down her thick pubic hair. She grinned, happy that, for once, forgetting to shave had paid off.<br><br>She took one last look at the guard as she stepped into the rotating cell. He seemed almost robotic, and she wondered if he was even a real creature. He seemed to be <em>too</em> complacent. Layla wouldn't put it past the government to have robotic henchmen to go through the weekly routine of dropping off criminals. Whatever the case, she doubted that the man had a very pleasant family life.<br><br>Her eyes shifted to the window, but she found herself quickly growing bored of the view of the arctic wasteland. Her arms clutched around her stomach. "I guess being 'big-boned' will pay off as well..." She smirked, understanding that she was far from skinny. Layla had always been competitive. It was her drive to improve her situation that had always led her decisions. To her, The Cooler was merely a new beginning. She had started out with little in her life, and yet she had risen to become rich and powerful. She did it through hard work and determination, and she rarely whined or complained about her situation. She planned on approaching her new life in the same way. She wanted to rise to the top, and she would claw through the snow to get there.<br><br>The short wait felt longer than it was, but, eventually, the shuttle landed on the barren planet. The cold wind scratched against her skin before she even realized that the door was open. Favour points sounded just like what Layla needed, and she wasted no time removing herself from the pod. Suicide was never an option in her mind. No matter how rugged her new home was, she was determined to conquer it. After all, she had been through hell before...<br><br>She followed the pack and gathered around the central speaker. Her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse at the woman. Her strange skin, bald head, and facial birthmark were unforgettable. In the past, Layla had actually hired Diah to help complete a string of slave dealings. The two had achieved mutual profit, but Diah disappeared from the radar shortly after their partnership. Layla later learned that she had been caught, and she forgot about her. It amazed her to realize that she actually knew people on the planet, and, in a way, it grounded her as well.<br><br>People who judged Layla by her appearance may have assumed that she was inclined to cold weather. After all, she was packing a few extra pounds. They didn't realize that she had grown up on a desert-covered planet that maintained a normal temperature of around 47 degrees. She had been raised in this baking weather, and the cold was something that she had never grown accustomed to. Once the crowd seemed to fade away from Diah, Layla made her way toward her old acquaintance. <br><br>"It's been a while, Diah." She said, her Tritian accent was unmistakable. It held a jazzy tone, and it was musky, yet refined. "I guess I made the same mistake as you, huh?" The two had both been slavers, and Layla had always held the belief that slavers could relate to one another. She stood in front of Diah, and she couldn't help but explore her pinkish body. Layla had always been a bit crude, and that fact was probably not unknown to Diah. "Put me to work." She said, bluntly. "Whatever needs to be done, I'll do it. Don't give me something easy." She wanted to prove her worth, and she understood that Diah seemed to hold some sort of sway on the planet. She hoped that the alien still held her in high regard. Layla had held no part in her arrest, and she had always held up her end of their bargains.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>30-05-2013, 13:08:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1345.photobucket.com/albums/p662/Elvenkitten/a9f37d43-3b32-41bc-87e3-fbe1f731c86e_zps2161e5dd.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td> Paige 1478</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Aboard the shuttle, then entering onto the landing pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>New arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Arriving on The Cooler</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Paige still ached from her implants being removed, at least they were removed by a Syntha medical team or she would be horribly scarred and would likely have brain damage. She felt so weak without the strength enhancements and she had been beaten by a guard prior to the flight, no one liked the Syntha and she knew it would make her a target planet-side too. she stumbled out of the vat, the goop reminding her of Syntha war armour a leaflet was pressed into her hand and she was pushed roughly into the exit pod likely having orders to make the Syntha bitch as miserable as possible. <br><br>She waited apprehensive about this prison, she had heard rumours about it and they all terrified her. In her weakened state she would be easy prey for the other inmates, rape was of course one of her concerns knowing without her implants he was likely to be the weakest inmate physically. The Syntha were universally hated in the Empire because they embraced cybernetics and the Empires propaganda machine painted them as inhuman monstrosities.&nbsp; <br><br>She stumbled out into the cold after landing noticeably shivering as she stepped off the ship, she already saw one inmate assaulting another. She had a feeling she should stay clear of the Mrinka who looked to be winning she shivered again and walked further trying to cover herself with her arms feeling naked in the transparent suit. She spotted another figure that filled her with dread a Quyllian, she knew out the hypnotic ability they had and knew she wouldn't be able to resist it. <br><br>She listened to the Quyllian's speech and decided she would just keep her head down and get on with her work, hopefully no one would notice her eyes or the bar-code on her wrist. The Quyllian seemed at least reasonable, maybe these people would at least share a mutual hatred of the Empire the left them here to rot. But her optimism would likely be shattered very soon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ADarkenedForest</strong> on <strong>31-05-2013, 01:28:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://8020.photos.jpgmag.com/2663965_230969_9f92cb4f31_l.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Kira</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td> Working the change-over, then hanging back</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> The rest of the crew switching over, the New Arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Helping switch the containers over, then looking to the new arrivals</td></tr></tbody></table><hr><br>New girls. Kira hated the mad rush whenever new arrivals were touching down. She thought she had done rather well for herself in her two months on the Cooler. By keeping her head down, doing her job, and keeping herself... receptive to the stronger, more dominant womens' advances, she had netted herself a rather cushy job loading the shuttle containers on the landing pad, preparing them for evac. That's not to say any job on the Cooler was easy, or that she wouldn't have leaped at the chance of escape, taken it in a heartbeat.&nbsp; Memories of her old life still woke her up sometimes, heart pounding agianst her ribs in the middle of the planet's inky nights. It was just that she felt somewhat accomplished in working her way up in the strata of the prison, even a little.<br><br>The change-over, though, that was a different story. Everyone was expected to toss in at whatever job was needed to get things loaded up and ready to go as quickly as possible, and the quickest way to get knocked down a few pegs in the hierarchy on the Cooler was by showing that you couldn't pull your own weight. In this case, sometimes literally.<br><br>She worked as quickly as she could to load up the shuttle with the other women pushing the full containers. At the end of the nine minutes she'd almost lost a few fingers to the mechanical arms loading up the shuttle, though that was nothing new. She panted, mostly out of breath, a thin layer of sweat worked up under the flesh-tight latex-like material, taking her place in the crowd of women as Diah greeted the newcomers.<br><br>She looked on, curious to get a look at the new girls making their way off of the shuttle. Whoever they were, they were stuck on this frigid rock together now. That was a bond, even if a tenuous one, and their were some women here whose company Kira didn't mind sharing. If nothing else, it had gotten her a higher rung on the ladder, and occasionally even made the nights a little more bearable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>deusexkristina</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 18:10:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/22/KimbNormal.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Dr. Kimb Fern</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Outskirts</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> No one</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Watching</td></tr></tbody></table><br>The wind whipped maddeningly through the landing site, as if the planet were eager to show the freshmeat that it meant business. It had done the same the day Kimb had arrived. She remembered very little of that day, it was so easy to forget things here. Hours, days, minutes, years; all blended together into a bland mush of mine carts and ice.<br><br>The scientific part of Kimb's mind knew it was foolish to personify a planet like this. However, the mad scientific part saw nothing wrong with the idea. What was a planet if not a complex system? The two halves of her mind bickered in the background as she casually watched the shuttle land.<br><br>Kimb knew what would come next. It was always the same. The top bitches would fight over the new arrivals, maneuvering the new pieces into their carefully constructed game of supremacy. Most would fight back in some way. Most of those would break. <br><br>Kimb hadn't fought back. She cared nothing for the fear or admiration of thieves and murderers. It wasn't the Liffan way. She would stand back, let those who cared fight it out. If someone tried to pass her up, to usurp or displace her, she would move aside. She wouldn't cause a fuss. She was Liffan.<br><br>She would observe. She would analyze. She would note weaknesses and alliances. And, when the time came to make her move there would be nothing that could stop her. She may be Liffan born, but she was raised by humans.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jayna</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 09:45:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://your-hairstyles.com/img/arts/2010/Nov/04/381/layered_red_hair-2_thumb.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Jessica Kenny</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td> Loading dock </td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> The other new arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Being welcomed to her new home. </td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><br><br><br>‘I guess a frozen hell is as good as any.’<br>&nbsp;<br>The thought has gone through Jessica’s head many times as her fate was revealed to her. She had spent so long serving The Empire she never thought they would abandon her like this. She was trying to stop “scientists” that were and experimenting on people and yet, soon enough she would be on her way to The Cooler. Oddly enough she always thought she’d send women there, not get sent there herself. But she still made no rebellion, she willingly went along with all of it. Fighting it would be no help and she was gonna need her complete focus on surviving once she arrived unless she wanted to quickly become some woman’s new piece of meat.<br><br>The arrival seemed to go by like a flash. Jessica woke and up and almost immediately instructed to remove her clothes. She complied and quickly began stripping as instructed. She couldn’t afford to look weak. Jessica unclasped her bra as she approached the vat of goo. She willingly stepped in, shivering slightly as the weird feeling goo covered her. She stepped out as the it begin to from around her, the suit quickly feeling as natural as a layer of skin. Although Jessica quickly noticed it still left her body exposed to wondering eyes.<br><br>She stepped into the next room and began to patiently wait for the ship to open. She said nothing as the loading bay open, revealing her new “icy slice of paradise”. Jessica noticed a rather cute and innocent brunette slowly walk off the ship. Jessica decided to stay somewhat close to her, making a friend pretty quick would be nice.<br><br>It wasn’t long until other woman started to arrive, probably here to take their pick of the new girls. Jessica would have to be careful. She didn’t want to become someone’s new toy. But, if she wanted to survive here, a little flirting might go a long way. For now though, she tried to remain unnoticed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 12:29:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s14.postimg.org/w25qb344t/Diahvatar.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Diah</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Layla, other new arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Talking</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>It didn't come as a big surprise when few new arrivals had questions for Diah -- most of them, when stepping out of their pods, were either disoriented, despairing, fuming with anger or in a mild shock; not the kind of state ideal for rational and logical discussions. But Diah still made the same speech and offer, or something much like it, for any new arrival that showed up -- in harsh environments such as this it sometimes paid to present yourself as a "reasonable one" and establish a 'we're-all-in-this-together-so-let's-not-make-it-worse-for-each-other' attitude straight away. <br><br>(Not able to physically intimidate like, say, Harrin, Diah used other ways to get her ways around the Cooler. And given that she after three years and in the new mine now held the lucrative job title of Underground Supervisor, something had to be said for her methods.)<br><br>No, Diah wasn't surprised at the less-than-enthusiastic response she got from most of the newcomers. She hadn't expected much else -- but now they knew her face and would associate her with the calm. reasonable attitude she's presented. And given that she was the only Quyllian in the settlement, and noticable with her small size, orange eyes, light purple skin and completely pald head, they would more likely than not remember her. <br><br>She was, however, surprised at the identity of one of the newcomers. Layla had been -- well, okay, she hadn't been a close friend, but of the people Diah had worked for in the slave trade, the woman from the desert planet was one of the more memorable ones. One of the galaxy's most notorious slavers, Layla had on one occasion hired Diah as a "freelance agent" to employ her hypnotic abilities in order to secure some rather lucrative and profitable slave tradings... <br><br>Her orange eyes widened ever so slightly when she spotted the woman in the crowd. And then, as said woman came up to her to confirm her identity ("It's been a while, Diah"), Diah looked up at her and smiled winningly. <br><br>"Layla," she greeted. "Got you too, did they? Terribly sorry." (She didn't sound terribly sorry, it was true, but the sentiment was there.) <br><br>"I guess I made the same mistake as you, huh?" said Layla.<br><br>"Looks like it. I thought for sure you'd manage to weasel out of getting caught, but it seems I was wrong.. and now we're here. Welcome again to the Cooler. Home of the frozen." She shrugged -- and was surprised again at Layla's next words:<br><br>"Put me to work. Whatever needs to be done, I'll do it. Don't give me something easy." <br><br>Diah raised her hands up on front of her chest, palms out. "Whoa, whoa -- slow down there, partner. We'll find something for you to do, don't you worry about that. But save that eagerness until you're actually down in the mine; that's where you'll need it." She let her hands fall to her side again and -- because she had noticed Layla's wandering eyes said, sweetly: "By the way, feel free to continue checking out my breasts." She arched her back to thrust out her ample chest, and the transparent Smartex left nothing to the imagination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BeckyAnnn</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 15:38:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Katianna.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Katianna Molova</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Various PCs and NPCs of the Cooler</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Listening to Diah </td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><br>Katianna found most of the work being done too heavy and moving too quickly for her.&nbsp; She did what she could but mostly tried to stay out of the way.&nbsp; As far as she could tell she had managed to go more or less unnoticed thus far.&nbsp; Or at least she had managed not to draw attention to herself.&nbsp; <br><br>She gathered with the others around the strange purple creature.&nbsp; She looked up at her just long enough to be able to identify her from any others of her kind the young human might encounter, then looked away again.&nbsp; She allowed herself to just blend in with the others as her eyes scanned the women around her. She avoided making eye contact with any of them.&nbsp; Making eye contact would mean being noticed.&nbsp; <br><br>Most of the others around her appeared to be human, or at least near human.&nbsp; There were a few prisoners she noticed specifically.&nbsp; One appeared to be the leader, barking out orders.&nbsp; Katianna had encountered Mrinka from time to time on her home world and those had seemed pleasant enough.&nbsp; This one however, she noted, would be best avoided.&nbsp; There didn’t seem much pleasant about her.&nbsp; Another caught her eye just from her size.&nbsp; She looked human but Katianna had never seen a woman so tall and muscular (Katianna's stature meant that she would be looking up to most of the inmates here anyway). Of course the tail was a distinguishing feature as well.&nbsp; The thing that had actually drawn Katianna’s eye though was that the woman seemed to be suffering in some way.<br><br>Katianna’s attention was drawn away from the giant of a woman when a strange sensation came over her, a feeling that she was being watched.&nbsp; Her heart beat quickened a bit as she again scanned the group of woman around her but she noticed no one looking her way.&nbsp; <em>“Paranoia”</em> she thought to herself. <em>“Girl, get a grip!” </em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 17:46:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Mrinka_Pirate_avatar.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Harrin Ffrrit</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>By the ore bins</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Everyone</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Watching the shuttle leave</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>There was nearly always one. The warning siren went off on the shuttle just as the last of the inmates scrambled clear. The mechanical voice blared from the speakers. "<tt class="bbc_tt"><strong>Warning: Stand clear. Warning: Stand clear</strong></tt>" Heat washed over her, unaccustomed and almost stifling, and Harrin raised a finger in a customary salute that apparently was an insult to humans. The shuttle lifted in a cloud of steam, the roar of it's engines drowning out any conversation or cries for assistance. It was just as the shuttle was entering the cloud layer two hundred metres up that it banked sharply and something - some one - fell from it. Harrin turned away, not wanting to see someone die in such a dishonourable way. Better to resist arrest and be killed by the police than to fall to your death while begging to be allowed back into the ship that brought you to this miserable exile.<br><br>Except, of course, Harrin had tried resisting arrest and all it had got her was a stun gun shot and a couple of broken chest-plate bones from the beating after she was captured.<br><br>She looked at the crowd of newcomers who were gathered around her number two. Some pretty looking fresh meat in there, she decided, wondering which one she would take to bed tonight. "Right, lets get these containers emptied ready for first shift..." she barked. The irony of a cat barking orders was not lost on her, human culture having almost completely dominated the Mrinka.<br><br>The first container was packed full of duraplaz components - pit props, shoring beams, rails, spacer bars, and right at the bottom, she saw, from the inventory sheet attached to it, were the components for three new living cubes. Those would be grabbed by existing inmates anxious to get out of the stable blocks.<br><br>The second container held more mining components, but also the plazweld rolls they needed, components for extending the power grid, components for three new ore carts, and a crate of duraplaz tools.<br><br>The last container was loaded with frozen food blocks. The process of transferring everything from the shuttle's containers to the waiting ore wagons was not that arduous. The heaviest items were the food blocks - also the most difficult to handle. Everything else was made of the immensely strong but unimaginably light weight Duraplaz material. Having done her share of the backbreaking hard work of moving the full containers, Harrin now stood back and watched, supervising as the smaller and lighter inmates shifted the goods. Harrin also had a copy of the "live cargo inventory" sheet, and was checking out the newcomers who would be on her shift. <br><br>"You. Molova!" She growled at a small, pretty human. "Start pulling your weight or you'll not have any weight to pull". She slapped the human on the behind. A couple of the new arrivals looked to be in genuine difficulties. The one with the tail caught her eye. She moved next to the woman and checked the bioplaz sheet the inventory was printed on. "Hmm. Syndel. Ouranii? Not one I've come across. You have a problem, Ouranii? Is there something you need? You want to be special? Or do you have a genuine problem?"<br><br>Harrin shook her head. The woman was the only genuine non-human in the bunch. She was also taller than Harrin, something the Mrinka regarded as a threat, and thus the fur-covered shift leader needed to quickly establish her dominance over the other non-human. Her tail was lashing back and forth as she waited for the Ouranii to reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BeckyAnnn</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 21:17:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Katianna.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Katianna Molova</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Various PCs and NPCs of the Cooler</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Transferring supplies to the wagons&nbsp; </td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You. Molova! Start pulling your weight or you'll not have any weight to pull"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Crap! She had been noticed.&nbsp; That didn't last long.&nbsp; Then someone else piped in that she didn't have enough weight to pull to begin with.&nbsp; Katianna tried to ignore the two speakers and keep her hands to the task.&nbsp; But then came the sharp slap across her ass.&nbsp; Stupid suit did nothing for that.<br><br>She spun around and stared sternly at the owner of that hand.&nbsp; It wasn't until that moment that she realized who that was.&nbsp; She let her expression soften some when she saw the Mrinka.&nbsp; She had gotten the impression already that it would not be wise to cross the cat. She then watched as the fuzzy bully went over to harass the other, ailing, new comer.&nbsp; Katianna wanted to do something.&nbsp; Wanted to tell the beast to leave the woman alone.&nbsp; Couldn't she see the woman was ill or something?&nbsp; But Katianna could not shore up that much courage.&nbsp; She turned back to the work at hand and doubled her efforts.&nbsp; Yes, she had been noticed but maybe if she worked hard enough she might still be left alone.&nbsp; That is what she told herself anyway.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 23:45:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/3db4ae734cc561f3b9638f19985c66ce/tumblr_mnkl18ydJs1rkcdc7o1_250.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Layla</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Diah</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Speaking to Diah</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Layla let out a chuckle. Her smooth accent even seemed to carry over into her unique laugh. "Thanks for the <em>warm</em> welcome." She said, unable to contain a grin. Even though she was doomed to a life time of hell, she managed to find some irony in the situation. "But, hey, it was fun while it lasted. Just as I was growing accustomed to living the high life, I was caught off guard. Lesson learned the hard way, I guess."<br><br>She looked back behind her, but her gaze turned quickly back to Diah. She didn't want to slack off, but Diah reassured her that now wasn't the time to try to show off for the veterans. She wanted to spend a moment with Diah for her educational betterment and personal amusement. <br><br><em>"By the way, feel free to continue checking out my breasts."</em> Layla couldn't help but blush, and she nervously scratched the back of her head. "Hehe... That obvious, huh?" She stammered. Her embarrassment faded as she saw Diah boldly puff out her chest for viewing. "People claim that life here is terrible, but it can't be all bad. Only here can somebody see such a perfect set of tits." Layla had always been renowned for her crude interest in women. The stories of her imprisonment in the insectoid hive had spread around after she reentered into the slaving business, although she never mentioned or confirmed them.<br><br>Her own chest was large, but it was only slightly larger than Diah's rack. Still, Layla thought the pair in front of her was better shaped... Plus it was beautifully colored. Layla had never been the shy type, and she was accustomed to getting her way with most women she handled. Taking a step forward, she placed her hand on Diah's shoulder. "I'm jealous. Yours are so much prettier than mine." She said, her voice revealing her lusting emotions. <br><br>"So, why don't you give me the tour? You can show me around this pad. While you talk, I can work. Do you mind telling me a bit about what you do and what I may be doing?" She casually released her grip on Diah's shoulder. "I'm a rookie, but I'm not clueless. I want to enjoy my time on this hell-hole. When we were landing, I was already planning on searching for a veteran that held some power and sticking with her. Mind if I choose you? I'll make sure to earn my keep, trust me." Layla's work ethic had never been questioned by her accomplices. What she said, she normally did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chloris</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 01:41:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/1715/dictatorportrait.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Basiléa Frédérique Martine de Virzonne</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Pretty much everyone</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Arriving, and laughing</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br><em>It wasn't so bad. After arriving in the dreaded cooler, Basiléa's charisma naturally shone through, the woman looking regal in her fancy fur coat. It only took a few weeks for her to dominate completely the meek mind of all that female rabble. They were pathetic, but even these could become an effective work force when led by one such as herself... The problem in her reign came just before executing her plan to take over spacefaring means</em>. Namely: she woke up. Or more accurately, she was awaken by someone. Some guard in a large combat armor. <em>Imperials. Always the best sense of style...</em> the woman thought sarcastically through her initial drowsiness.<br><br>When told to undress, the woman actually complied without too much issue. Of course, it was because she assumed it would be a security check or hygiene treatment, and not because she would have to leave behind the concept of clothing forever... Still, her delusion made it probably more bearable. And she didn't fear much for herself considering how much stuff the guard had on her. Of course, only the guard's voice gave out that her guard was a her. The appearance wasn't exactly flattering... Then again, Basiléa didn't exactly found her nakedness reassuring, and while she did comply, she still kept an arm or two busy covering her most intimate parts.<br><br>While Basiléa was highly educated, her choice of topic didn't involve... Well, pretty much any useful skills in her new planet of a home. So at first, when seeing the gloop she was told to dive in, she was unsure what that was... But, it made sense that it was some cleaning agent, until she was told it was the last suit of clothes she'd ever wear... Clothes, hardly... But she understood it a bit better when she stood back out of it, feeling a few tingles here and there as the suit coalesced over her body.<br><br><strong>"I have a terrible sense of humor I have to admit. So, considering we'll have to fend off the cold, is the uniform warm, or am I getting back the contents of my bag?"</strong><br><br>She asked that question pretty much as soon as she felt she could open her mouth without chugging on slime. And, her only answer was a printed instruction manual, complete with cutesy little schemas, and completely useless information. She pondered the possibility to repeat she had a bad sense of humor, but ultimately sighed it out as she stepped in her exit port. Or sas. Or whatever that spinny thing was... She was a despot, not a ship engineer!<br><br>Some minutes later, after a landing she expected more rough, the woman stepped out, using her instruction manual for about three seconds to cover her intimacy before a strong gust of wind nearly blew it off her hand. And while she did have the reflexes to catch it back, the intense cold made the paper brittle enough for her to crush it into crumbs. <em>Well now I hope they got toilet paper...</em> were her ensuing thoughts, just before she made a few more steps towards the handful of other assembled people.<br><br>Away from her dream and facing the reality of her predicament, Basiléa decided well before stepping out of the ship that she'd keep a low profile, at least at first. Get relatively unnoticed, and only act once she has a fair understanding of the local sub-culture. However, after a few seconds of observation, seeing a Mrinka acting on top of everybody with some violet bald chick near her, everybody looking naked in such a rough environnment. And of course, there was the stress she tried to subdue. The nail in the coffin though, was when Diah said there were most likely others in here for the same thing as her. This all got Basiléa into a long, uncontrollable fit of laughter. A bit embarassed and annoyed her attempt to keep a low profile lasted about three seconds, she made a few steps away from the group, to try to vent off the laughter, occasionally waving her hand towards her face...<br><br>Of course, this made her first attempt to observe in silence more or less a failure, but she did notice a few proeminent personalities, from the distant observer to the dominant-looking established power house. Her aim was clear enough, she had to become a part of it, and/or replace it. But, all in due time...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ADarkenedForest</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 02:53:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://8020.photos.jpgmag.com/2663965_230969_9f92cb4f31_l.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Kira</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td> From the shuttle's containers to the ore bins</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Harrin, the New Arivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Loading up the ore bins, looking over the new girls</td></tr></tbody></table><hr><br>Kira made her way to the other containers after the shuttles had been loaded up and taken away, joining some of the other girls in unloading the gear they'd been delivered and loading it into the ore bins to be shipped back to the settlement and the mine. She eyed some of the new girls that had been delivered planetside, the latest recruits to replenish the mine's population, keep it productive. Some of them looked like they could handle themselves at least, hardened enough by their trials on the outside and stints in other prisons to have a chance at making it in the Cooler.<br><br>The others, though, they were the ones that Kira worried about. There were always some, a hint of fragility in their eyes that showed they didn't really belong. They'd either harden or break, that was the way of it. Kira had known a few girls like that back on New Varis, girls who, for whatever reason, weren't ready to adapt to the hard life of the lower wards. Most of those girls were dead now.<br><br>Kira crossed her arms and made her way out of the crowd, back towards the Mrinka, watching the new arrivals struggle to fill their bin as quickly as possible. Kira's group had already finished with theirs, and she waited by the supervisor for the woman to give the order to move out. Her eyes lingered over the new arrivals, then out to the one who seemed to have slipped aside to speak to Diah, the head of the operations underground. It seemed like an eclectic group, she was interested to see how things would shake out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>piece</strong> on <strong>13-06-2013, 21:38:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i608.photobucket.com/albums/tt168/face_down_ass_up/synhead.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Syndel</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The landing pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Harrin and the new arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Trying to help with the cargo</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Her metallic colored eyes swept around the landing pad, trying to force the world she'd found herself in into clearer focus. She was still weak from her time in captivity. But with obvious effort, Syndel managed to sort out the details, particularly when the Mrinka spoke to her. She understood how dangerous the next few minutes could be, and she was far too malnourished to offer much of a fight. The safest option now was acceptance rather than defiance.<br><br>"A problem, yes." Syndel did not truly want to reveal so much to strangers in such an unknown situation, but her choices were limited. Her silver gaze lowered slightly, hooded by the blinking of her eyelids as she spoke. "I was starved during my incarceration. And my strength is fading." Her voice was unlike any other species she knew of. Her dual set of vocal chords providing a multilayerd quality, harmonic and haunting, to her voice. "But I will manage."<br><br>Even as she spoke, she straightened her spine and moved to help move what had been unloaded from the shuttle. It was clear that her heavy world origin provided her with great strength, as she managed to lift cargo pods that many others struggled with even in her current state. But her breathing was labored as she worked, and she stopped to try and recover far more often than even the much smaller and weaker inmates around her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>13-06-2013, 22:26:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Mrinka_Pirate_avatar.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Harrin Ffrrit</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The wagons</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Everyone, Syndel and Katianna especially</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> supervising and helping the transfer of goods.</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>"Stack those beams over there by the others, that's it. Food goes into this wagon. Yes it's fuckin' cold, bitch. Everything here is fucking cold, live with it. Can't do the time don't do the crime. Your life expectancy here is about eight years on average, but that statistic includes those who take a dive off the shuttle. For every zero there's a sixteen. Move it ladies, move it."<br><br>hHarrin kept up a constant 'Sergeant Major-ish' rant as she helped move the stuff. It was afternoon already and the temperature would soon be dropping to a point where even the smartex suits wouldn't help. She grinned at the pretty little human she had singled out for some major punishment, and the Ouranii that clearly was too weak to be a threat. She stepped in behind the non-human and took hold of her tail. "Syndel. If you play your cards right, I could make it so you have more than enough food, if you get my drift?" She pinned the woman against the container and smirked, placing her hands firmly on Syndel's breasts. <br><br>"My name is Harrin, I'm your shift supervisor in the mines. I'm not the longest serving inmate in town, but I'm the most vicious. Would you like to stay on my good side?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>piece</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 03:56:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i608.photobucket.com/albums/tt168/face_down_ass_up/synhead.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Syndel</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The landing pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Harrin and the new arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Trying to help with the cargo</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Syndel felt someone take hold of her tail, and her metallic gaze narrowed. Then the voice registered. It was the Mrinka, the one in charge. And Syndel noted the other woman's strength as well, as she felt herself pinned against one of the containers. Maybe, if she had been properly nourished, she would have been able to fight back. Or maybe she wouldn't have wanted to. Such thoughts were useless and trivial now, as the reality of her condition left her ill equipped to offer much resistance. <br><br>She made no protest as Harrin's hands found her breasts, full and firm beneath the encasing layer of Smartex. Syndel was not especially shy, and the near nudity did not bother her all that much. But she did have to work to keep a flush from her cheeks at being handled in such a fashion.<br><br>"The most vicious inmate in town? I can believe that." Again, that dulcet echo of dual tones that made up her voice cut cleanly through the cold wind of the Cooler. "Just how would I manage to stay on your good side?" The warrior in her wanted to fight, but knew too well she would fail. The servant in her blood rose to meet the challenge that the warrior could not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BeckyAnnn</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 04:39:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Katianna.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Katianna Molova</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Various PCs and NPCs of the Cooler</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Trying to blend in&nbsp; </td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Katianna tried to stay busy as the Mrinkian continued to shout orders.&nbsp; She found the duraplast to be easiest for her to deal with, of course everyone there would.&nbsp; It was amazing how light weight even the largest pieces were.&nbsp; They were so light that they felt fragile but judging from how the others were handling the stuff that was not the case.&nbsp; The food blocks were another matter.&nbsp; They were heavy, bulky and cold and more than once she almost dropped one on her foot.&nbsp; <em>"Yeah that would be great. Let's break a toe in less than an hour on the planet"</em> she thought to herself.<br><br>When the work was done, she stood amongst the other new arrivals who were all doing what the other prisoners seemed to be doing.&nbsp; Waiting for the cat to give the next order.&nbsp; Katianna glanced in the direction of the feline and caught her grinning at her.&nbsp; It was a most unsettling look.&nbsp; When the Mrinka turned her attention towards the giant, Katianna decided it was time to move.&nbsp; She separated herself from the rest of the new arrivals and tried to blend in with the other prisoners who had been there longer.&nbsp; Mostly she just sort of slipped in behind them.&nbsp; <br><br>When she peeked around the prisoner in front of her and saw the Mrinka molesting the giant her jaw dropped.&nbsp; She couldn't believe the giant was not doing anything to stop her.&nbsp; She was just letting it happen.&nbsp; This was not good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jayna</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 00:49:43</strong>
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				"Well everyone here sure seems friendly." Jessica thought to herself as she observed the veteran women arriving on the scene. From their bold speeches to the even more bold touching it seemed they all just viewed the new girls as merely new play things. This place was even worse than Jessica had feared. She needed to be smart, remain unnoticed without looking weak, and do whatever it took to survive here.<br><br>Jessica continued to quietly move her crates for a while. It finally looked like everything was about done so Jessica decided to move and try and remain mostly unnoticed. She quietly moved to the side of the group, moving past the woman molesting the giant. She said nothing at the scene, hoping not to gain the rather forward woman's attention. She stayed quiet and moved awaiting her next Instruction hoping to avoid detection for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 12:09:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1345.photobucket.com/albums/p662/Elvenkitten/a9f37d43-3b32-41bc-87e3-fbe1f731c86e_zps2161e5dd.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td> Paige 1478</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The landing pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>New arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Trying to survive</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr>Paige struggled to keep up with the others loading the gear from the shuttle. She tried to remain active but she was still in pain from the removal of her implants and the beating from before. She staggered and tried to stay up, her head swam and the cold bit at her violently. She thought she was already dead, would be typical not even lasting a day on this frozen rock. She didn't want to draw the attention of the veteran prisoners but she was likely going to collapse. <br><br>She managed another few armfuls of equipment before collapsing on the ground. She tried to pick herself up but her body protested painfully. She just stared up at the sky probably the last thing she would ever see. Of course death would have been too quick and her nightmare was only just beginning. "help me..." She didn't want to say it but se already appeared weak in front of everyone now she was a truly pathetic creature.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ADarkenedForest</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 23:11:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://8020.photos.jpgmag.com/2663965_230969_9f92cb4f31_l.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Kira</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td> The Landing pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Paige 1478, Jessica Kenney</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Helping Paige to her feet</td></tr></tbody></table><hr><br>Kira had long since found that allowing the bolder women to have their fun with the new arrivals to the mining camp was the best sort of action. Not that she'd really considered stepping out of line, it wasn't really in her nature, but she'd seen other women object or try to get in the way in the past. That was usually the quickest way to a busted nose and a demotion to one of the more dangerous jobs down in the mine. No thank you. So when Harrin took a step forward and began to tease the Ouranii woman, Kira allowed her a wide berth.<br><br>She looked after the rest of the new arrivals, one woman out of the group over talking to Diah, the rest of them finishing lending a hand in changing over the supplies, getting ready to bring them back to the camp. One of them struggling, something keeping her from keeping pace with the rest of the girls in the new group.<br><br>The struggling girl finally looked to give in and took a fall into the snow. Kira looked over to Harrin, seeing her still enjoying herself with the Ourani, none of the other women paying the fallen girl much mind. She watched as one of the taller, more athletic of the new prisoners finished her job in the change-over, nodded to the woman as she caught her eye, then over to the fallen girl.<br><br>She dropped down to a knee in the snow, sliding the girl's arm over her shoulder to help lift her up, “You have a death wish, little one?” she asked softly as she lifted the girl out of the snow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>16-06-2013, 01:15:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Mrinka_Pirate_avatar.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Harrin Ffrrit</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The wagons</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Syndel </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Finding a new plaything and ignoring the goings -on elsewhere</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The Mrinka grinned. "Has the function of the smartex been explained to you, sweetie?" shhe asked softly. "It is very clever stuff. It can repell a direct attack by a sharp blade, it keeps you alive bhy stopping all your hear leaking out. It does some interesting things if you pee in it too... It extracts the warmth from your urine and lets it out, then feeds the warmth back into your skin. It's clever. And it allows you to pee or poop through it if you don't want to pee down your legs, by doing this.."<br><br>Harrin ran a finger on a tight little oval around Syndel's cunt. The Ouranii's suit retracted, leaving the area exposed to the cold. "Now, I'm sure you can see the advantages of this?" Harrin asked softly. "You say your strength is fading. I don't want weaklings on my shift. If you pull your weight and the entire shift is above quota, we all get decent rations. I get extra, because of my position. I'm sure you can appreciate that? So, if you come with me, sweetie, I'll see you right."<br><br>Her fingers explored the Ourani's folds. She'd never been with one of this species before and didn't know what to expect...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 09:06:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s14.postimg.org/w25qb344t/Diahvatar.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Diah</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Layla, other new arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Talking</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>"Flattery," said Diah lightly in response to Layla's obvious flirting, "will get you absolutely nowhere. Still... by all means, if you want to tell me more about how sexy I am, I won't stop you!" The Quyllian's smile was brilliant; it was clear that if she had ever been self-conscious about her appearance or her nakedness, these feeling had long since vanished. (Not that she had displayed much shyness back before the Cooler, that Layla could remember, but she had at least worn actual, concealing clothes back then.)<br><br>It's impossible to go around practically naked all the time and remain shy about your body, and the Smartex suits left nothing to the imagination. Every inch of Diah's small, purple body was on full display through the transparent material, and she had long since stopped caring. And she knew from experience that it wouldn't be long before even the shyest of the new arrivals got used to their state of pseudo-nakedness and stopped bothering to try and hide certain parts of their body. <br><br>As Layla placed her hand on Diah's shoulder, Diah grabbed it and turned around, beginning to lead the much larger human off by the hand. "Well," she said. "A tour won't take too long, I'm afraid." She motioned with her free hand. "This is the landing pad, where new prisoners arrive and supplies are delivered. To the left of you: Snow and ice! To the right of you: Snow and ice! That's the extent of what any sightseeing will reveal. The places you really need to know are the settlement and the mine, and we'll get to both soon enough."<br><br>She walked a little closer towards the cargo crates, taking Layla with her. "If you want to help, there's supplies to unload and there's newcomers to tend to. Oh, and see her?" She motioned towards Harrin, who at the moment was&nbsp; concentrating on the newcomer Ouranii. "That's Harrin, she's the head honcho in these parts, and she's not too fond of humans. Free advice; don't get on her bad side. She can get a little... grouchy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>19-06-2013, 00:19:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/3db4ae734cc561f3b9638f19985c66ce/tumblr_mnkl18ydJs1rkcdc7o1_250.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Layla</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Diah</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Speaking to Diah</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br>"A woman can try, can't she?" Memories began to flock back to her, reminding her of Diah's cocky attitude that she had long since forgotten. A devilish smirk formed across her lips; Layla always loved women with a powerful demeanor. <br><br>Layla was far from bashful. She didn't consider her body attractive enough to flaunt, but she also didn't think of it as altogether ugly. She knew that hiding anything was a waste of time, and she merely accepted that. While following Diah, she let out a chuckle. "It is pretty, at least. On my home planet, snow was an impossibility. I remember praying for snow as a child, but it never came. How ironic." <br><br>Disconnecting from Diah, Layla moved over to a box and opened it. She paused momentarily to take a look at the feline creature that stood, luckily, some distance from her. "Noted. Thanks for the tip. I'll try not to piss her off." She grabbed a handful of supplies and glided back to Diah.<br><br>"If anything goes wrong, you'll protect me though, right?" She joked, knowing fully well that life on The Cooler was survival of the fittest. "Just joking. I'll try not to get into too much trouble. So, where should I move this shit?" So far, The Cooler wasn't entirely awful in Layla's eyes. "You know, you guys would look a lot more menacing with some whips or something. You're my superior, but I feel comfortable around you. It isn't normal. Now, if you had some sort of whip in hand, you could just pop newcomers in the ass! It would be amusing if nothing else."<br><br>She turned back toward Harrin just in time to see her begin to molest one of the other newcomers. "She doesn't look all bad! Look, she's making friends!" She laughed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>piece</strong> on <strong>20-06-2013, 16:47:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i608.photobucket.com/albums/tt168/face_down_ass_up/synhead.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Syndel</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The wagons</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Harrin</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Being toyed with</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Syndel shook her head slowly in response to the question Harrin posed. Her silver toned eyes were narrowed, but she was paying attention. The explanation of how the Smartex suit that all inmates here on the Cooler were permanently stuck with was information that would no doubt prove useful. Just another of those tidbits of information that she needed to pick up to survive here.<br><br>The feeling of Harrin's finger drawing that small circle around her cunt widened her eyes. She was far from prudish, but she had not expected such attention, and certainly not this early in her time in prison. The sudden bite of cold against freshly exposed flesh pulled a gasp from her lips, and served to demonstrate just how well the Smartex suit actually did its job. The frigid caress of the wind between her hard muscled thighs also helped to clear whatever cobwebs lingered in her starvation-addled brain.<br><br>She heard every word Harrin said now, and realized that she was being offered. The sustenance her body needed to endure this world, in exchange for whatever it was that Harrin wanted. She said nothing for a long moment as she felt fingers exploring the folds of her cunt. Her long, semi-prehensile tail curled up between her legs to try and wrap around the other female's wrist. If she were honest with herself, she wasn't sure if that was in an effort to remove it, or pull it closer. Certainly the idea that sex was something she wouldn't necessarily have to live without on the Cooler was welcome. But it came with a price.<br><br>With a slow, deep breath, Syndel paid it. "I need the rations to survive." Again, that haunting, dual-toned voice lifted from her throat. "I will come with you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 16:40:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s14.postimg.org/w25qb344t/Diahvatar.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Diah</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Layla, other new arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Attemptiong to prove a point</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Diah stifled a small sigh at Layla's "whip" comment, though she didn't particularly bother to hide that she <em>was</em> stifling a sigh. She looked up at Layla with a somewhat deadpan expression and said, in a somewhat weary voice: "Whips. Really. I know you've just arrived and haven't had a lot of information about this place, but I think you may be missing a couple of points here."<br><br>Still holding onto the bigger woman's hand, the Quyllian made a half-turn in order to get a better look at her -- holding up a small, purple hand, she raised one finger. "For <em>one</em> thing, this is a <em>prison</em>, and even the higher-ups like Harrin and myself are still prisoners. It's not like there are well-stacked general stores here in the ice, or very many resources apart from what our guards let us have -- and trust me, that's not a lot. We have extremely limited tools at our disposal; and the tools we <em>do</em> have are for mining. Some of them might be used as primitive weapons, it's true, but anything that could even conceivably be used against the guards is forbidden. Even girls with cybernetic implants have them removed before coming here. We don't have any whips, and no convenient way of getting them either."<br><br>She raised another finger. "For <em>another</em> thing, whips would be pretty useless with these Smartex suits. Not only does the Smartex keep your body heat in, but it can instantly harden upon impact and withstand a direct hit from a pickaxe. You wouldn't even <em>feel</em> the sting of a whip."<br><br>Yet another finger was raised, and now she was holding three fingers up in front of Layla making sure that the woman was looking at them. "And for a <em>third</em> thing..." Her voice grew soft, seductive and sultry. "... we don't need whips to keep people under control. When you've seen Harrin in action, you'll quickly see that she can be intimidating enough without weapons... As for <em>me</em>..."&nbsp; She moved her fingers downwards, in the hope that Layla would instinctively follow them with her eyes.... because now she moved said fingers to her own orange-yellow eyes, which were starting to glow with a strangely hypnotic light, as she tried to catch and hold Layla's gaze with them. <br><br>It was the Quyllian hypnotic gaze; all Quyllians had it to some degree and Diah was very skilled with it -- while it could be resisted (and some species, like the Mrinka, were immune to its effects), it was a pretty common sight to see Diah using it on women who didn't do as they were told. She had used it in Layla's service before, and had in fact used it to kidnap and subdue many helpless innocents so they could be sold as slaves. Now she was turning the gaze on Layla, letting her eyes glow with their mystical light designed to lull others into a deep trance.<br><br>"I don't need to be physically intimidating," she purred, her voice dropping low. "Because now you can't look away from my eyes... your will is slipping and weakening.... completely helpless in my power, your thoughts and your will are mine."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 17:10:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Mrinka_Pirate_avatar.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Harrin Ffrrit</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The wagons</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Syndel, then everyone </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Making sure she is understood</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>The Ouranii's sex was not that different from a hiuman's form follow's function, after all, but her own genitalia had a somewhat different function and thus a slightly different form. "Two genders, hmm? Poor you!" Harrin giggled as she explored the slick, warm flesh, that was rapidly chilling beneath her fingers. She pushed two inside the ouranii and, raising herself on her tiptoes, pressed her lips against the newly arrived inmate's in a kiss that lacked all warmth and passion but held only lust.<br><br>She pulled away after a moment and pulled her fingers out of Syndel's cunt. "You come with me. I'll make sure you get enough food. in exchange you will do whatever I want. I think you'll make a good pit pony when you're rested and fed." Harrin paused and then added softly, "Oh, and I enjoy causing pain so I hope you enjoy receiving it."<br><br>The Mrinka turned away to survey what was going on. There seemed to be some commotion regarding a newcomer who had fallen. Great. She hoped the weakling wasn't on her shift!<br><br>"OKAY, HEADS UP!" She called out. "It's getting dark soon, and when it gets dark it gets one fuck of a lot colder, believe it or not." She paused to let that sink in. "SOOOOO, BELIEVE ME LADIES, YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE OUTSIDE WHEN NIGHT FALLS, YOU WANT TO BE INSIDE, SNUGGLED INTO THE ARMS OF SOME SADISTIC BITCH WHO WILL FUCK YOU SENSELESS AND MAKE YOUR LIFE IN THIS HELL A LITTLE WARMER!" Again she paused, to allow the ripple of laughter from the old lags die down. "sO LET'S GET THIS SHIT BACK TO TOWN AND STOWED AWAY WHERE IT BELONGS. EVERYBODY PUSH THE FUCKING WAGONS!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BeckyAnnn</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 06:58:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Katianna.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Katianna Molova</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Various PCs and NPCs of the Cooler</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Pushing a wagon and trying not to get trampled&nbsp; </td></tr></tbody></table><br><br>Katianna listened as the furry fiend turned and barked her orders with the giant seeming to take her place by the cat's side.&nbsp; Well, that was ok.&nbsp; That should keep the beast's attention.&nbsp; She felt like she had been reasonably successful at blending in with the other inmates, since the slap she received on the ass anyway.&nbsp; &nbsp;She moved to the nearest wagon, got in position behind it and began pushing with the others.&nbsp; The wagon moved slowly towards the settlement (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175103.0). Katianna wondered if she was really doing any good and if anyone would even notice if she stopped trying.&nbsp; Yes, chances are that damn cat would notice so she pushed with all her might.&nbsp; <br><br>The young prisoner was stunned as the settlement came into site.&nbsp; Were these structures with their transparent walls really supposed to protect them from the cold?&nbsp; Katianna doubted it but still had no intention of sleeping with some sadistic bitch just to keep warm.&nbsp; She would make do...by keeping her mouth shut and her head down.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>01-07-2013, 11:00:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1345.photobucket.com/albums/p662/Elvenkitten/a9f37d43-3b32-41bc-87e3-fbe1f731c86e_zps2161e5dd.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td> Paige 1478</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The landing pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>New arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Trying to survive</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Paige was surprised by someone actually helping her up "Thank you, no death wish I just overdid&nbsp; things a bit..I'm sorry" She was feeling a better, seems the weak sell came and went...great something else&nbsp; to worry about. "I'm Paige by the way... thank you again" She&nbsp; went back to work, taking it a bit easier this time. She started humming a song the heard some Syntha miners&nbsp; sing after a long day and it helped raise her spirits some.<br><br>She saw the settlement in the distance "Home sweet home she muttered dryly she was starting to get used to the cold but her muscles ached and she knew if one of the prisoners wanted to take her she would be able to offer little or no resistance. She shuddered at the thought and kept moving.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>10-07-2013, 23:17:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/3db4ae734cc561f3b9638f19985c66ce/tumblr_mnkl18ydJs1rkcdc7o1_250.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Layla</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Diah</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Speaking to Diah</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br>At first, Layla thought Diah was merely trying to be a killjoy. She didn't remember the colorful woman being so uptight, but she began to believe that the harsh weather had changed her. It didn't take long for her to realize that her new assumption was far from the truth, and this revelation made her smirk.<br><br>She made the mistake of letting her guard down. For a moment, she locked eyes with Diah's gaze. The powerful glow was misleading; the light was a beautiful trap. "Haha, no, no..." She muttered, struggling to look away. Her past associations with Diah made her almost know the full scope of her old acquaintance's hypnotic abilities.<br><br>Layla was a savvy businesswoman. She was smart (although not intellectual), but she had never been strong willed. Her biggest weakness was her cowardice and lack of willpower. Because of this, she didn't yet have the mental strength to resist Diah's control.<br><br>"Don't... Stop... Stop it!" Her muscles tightened in resistance, but she ultimately succumbed. With her last free breath, the words "I am yours..." escaped her lips. Her slight squirming came to an end, and she stood straight before Diah. Her eyes were locked onto Diah's, and her body was no longer her own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>11-07-2013, 11:56:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s14.postimg.org/w25qb344t/Diahvatar.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Diah</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Layla, Harrin, other new arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Demonstrating her power</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>With a small, almost sweet-looking smile on her lips, Diah kept her eyes locked on Layla's; the strange hypnotic glow lulling the woman into a deeper trance. "Sshhh..." she said softly as Layla tried to protest. "Deeper, deeper under my control.... last resistance fading... you are mine."<br><br>"I am yours..." Layla breathed.<br><br>"Of course you are..." Still with that sweet smile, Diah reached out to gently take Layla's hand in hers, stroking the fingers with a light touch. "Deaf and blind to everything but me, my eyes, my voice. You see nothing else... you hear nothing else... You're completely in my power. Your mind, your emotions are mine to toy with. Who needs whips?" That last part came with a bit of a giggle. <br><br>Quyllians as a species were generally non-violent and not physically strong. On Qyul, their hypnotic abilities were their main form of defence against hostiles; back when their civilization just started it was how they dealt with predators and tamed animals -- and even now it was a display of dominance among female Quyllians; how they challenged their superiors or&nbsp; reasserted their superiority... it was also how Quyllian mothers made their children sleep. Everyone on Quyl was intimately familiar with that hypnotic trance; from birth they were subject to it and from early childhood they dealt it out. <br><br>Diah was a master in the art; while she was by no means the most powerful Quyllian out there, the others at the settlement were still familiar with her ability to stare women many times bigger and stronger than her into hypnotic submission... and now Layla had become her latest victim. <br><br>Almost casually, Diah reached out another hand, extending a small purple finger to trace a circle on the Smartex material around Layla's crotch, and the suit retracted, forming a round hole that bared the woman's cunt to the cold. Diah smiled as she ran her fingers through that thick pubic hair. "My, Granny, what a hairy pussy you have," she said in a cute girly voice before deepening her tones and answering herself: "All the better to fuck you with, my child." (The schools on Quyl had taught the inter-galactic language using a number of fairy tales from other planets as practice texts.)<br><br>She led Layla's hand over to her exposed pussy, pressing the fingers against the bared soft flesh. "Touch yourself now," she commanded, maneouvring Layla's hand to make her stroke herself and then removing her own small purple hand once she thought Layla had started up and would continue masturbating on her own.<br><br>"OKAY, HEADS UP!" came the sudden voice of Harrin. Diah turned her head to look at the Mrinka as she began yelling out the orders for the other women to get a move on. "...EVERYBODY PUSH THE FUCKING WAGONS!"<br><br><em>"Be with you in a second!"</em> Diah called cheerfully -- well, she hadn't really expected this to be allowed to go on for long anyway. So she turned back to Layla, her voice turning sultry and hypnotic again. "Okay..." she said. "Here is what we're going to do... keep touching yourself, but listen to my voice... in a moment I'm going to wake you from your trance, and when you wake up you won't remember anything I said to you while you were in trance... but you will follow my instructions without thinking about it." She smiled sweetly. "First we'll go on to help with the carts and the unloading and stocking of supplies. Then, when all work is done, and everyone goes to bed tonight, you'll join me... mmm... and anyone else who wants to join in... in fucking each other to sleep. Got that?!"<br><br>Barely even waiting for the answer, she continued: "I'm going to count to three. When I reach three, you'll cum... hard... and your orgasm will wake you up from your trance." She giggled and took a deep breath. "One... two... <em>THREE!"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>11-07-2013, 23:05:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/3db4ae734cc561f3b9638f19985c66ce/tumblr_mnkl18ydJs1rkcdc7o1_250.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Layla</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Diah</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Speaking to Diah</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br>Layla's eyelids slowly began weaken. It appeared as if she was resisting a deep slumber, but, just as it seemed as if sleep was overtaking her, her eyes opened fully. To her, it felt as if she was instantly transported into a dream. Everything around her seemed misty, and she could no longer see anybody. The change was so rapid that it was hard for her to believe that this new world was anything but reality.<br><br>A voice began to echo from all around her. It sounded like a deity, and Layla couldn't determine where the voice was coming from. The tone was familiar... It was Diah. She wasn't mindless, but her memory and control over her thoughts was hazy and unreliable. A strange desire overwhelmed her entire body; it was the desire to relax and submit to the overwhelming voice. The human complied and let out a sigh as her body loosened and relaxed.<br><br>She felt another being take her hand into her own. Even though it felt as if she was outside of her own body, she could still feel every touching sensation with heightened vibrancy. It was a new level of higher ecstasy. A rush of cool wind brushed against her exposed womanhood. What was to happen? Her vision dimmed and slowly faded out.<br><br>To those around her, she was standing straight and appeared normal. She stayed quiet even as Diah began to tease her exposed sex. The pleasure sent Layla into a spiral of heavenly pleasure. She felt embarrassed as the voice commented on her hairy region, but the pleasure far out weighted the heightened sense of guilt.<br><br>Her hand suddenly reached for her exposed slit, as if drawn by a magnetic attraction. Two of her fingers slid into her body, and she began to prod at her insides. She let out a moan, and her free hand moved to rest shyly at her chin. She couldn't hear the others around her. All she could hear was the powerful voice that loomed over her. Seconds felt like hours, and it was magnificent.<br><br>The voice began to speak again. It told her what to do, and she nodded (in mind, not body) in response. The dream ended as suddenly as it began. Her eyes flickered, and she found herself back in the snowy wasteland. She couldn't remember anything, but she felt an overwhelming sensation tingle between her legs. "Oh!" She gasped, letting out a moan as her legs spread slightly and a splash of her juices drizzled from the hole in her suit. Embarrassed at her exposure, she swiped her hand across the opening to close it. Of course, she couldn't stop her body from releasing the tension. She squirted against the suit, dirtying and dampening her sex. She could feel eyes all around her. She covered her sex, but it was obvious that she had wet herself. Dollops of her cum littered the floor underneath her.<br><br>She wasn't normally bashful, but everything had happened so suddenly that it had caught her off guard. What had happened? It hurt to even think about it. The last thing she remembered was speaking to Diah... A sudden urge to work came over her, and it was strengthened by the notion that maybe the others would forgot about her escapade if things started rolling. She picked up a few objects and hurried to the carts. Her hands gripped around one of the larger carts, and she began to push forward, following the wave of others that were adjacent to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prison Planet - Hell Frozen Over - The Landing Pad</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ayahka</strong> on <strong>19-07-2013, 10:19:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s14.postimg.org/w25qb344t/Diahvatar.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Diah</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Landing Pad</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Layla, all the new arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Helping with the supplies</td></tr></tbody></table><br><hr><br>Diah stifled a giggle, making sure not to let it out until Layla's back was turned. Not everyone fell into trance so easily, especially not on a place like the Cooler where there were so many hardened and strong-willed criminals. Even the innocents (and there were a surprising amount of them, demonstrating that the Empire's trials and justice sense left something to be desired) had to toughen up quickly or be destroyed by the environment.<br><br>Still... while there were people on whom Diah's power simply had no effect, and some better at resisting than others, this little display should demonstrate thoroughly that she hadn't lost her tohch. Which was largely why she'd raised this high in the ranks; she couldn't intimidate or physically threaten the way Harrin could, but she could make people obey her anyway...<br><br>Still with that sweet smile&nbsp; she followed Layla over to the carts, to pick out a job that wasn't terribly strenuous. After all, for her great mental and hypnotic power, Diah was physically weak and couldn't manage heavy lifting or pulling -- so she mainly opted to supervise and add a helping hand where one might be needed, and otherwise try not to get in the way of the bigger, stronger women.<br><br>Her hypnotic display with Layla hadn't gone unnoticed, but hadn't been particularly commented-upon either. Most of the non-newcomers were all too familiar with Diah's powers, and it wasn't unheard of that the Quyllian would hypnotize a newcomer straight off the bat just for the hell of it. <br><br>"Hey, Tiny," said one of the older women as Diah approached. "How about directing those yellow eyes towards me sometime? You could hypnotize me into thinking I'm on a luxury hotel." <br><br>"More likely she'd hypnotize you into ramming an icicle up your cunt," another woman commented, causing a few snorts of laughter from those who heard.<br><br>"Okay, very funny," Diah smirked (though she had been considering doing exactly that). "Let's get these supplies to the storage, shall we?" And with that, she joined the working crowd, giving Layla an encouraging wink and a nod as she did.
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