RP [Die Screaming] Operation Glass Jaw

[Charmaylarg Dufrain]

RP Date

YE-43

RP Location

The Swamp

Carina, Otto, Quilly, Lupin, Molotra, Tobias.

Deep in the cryo vaults of the Democratic Imperiums most notorious institution a hundred synthetic tubes built into a wall containing thousands of their like came to life. Lights flared as ambiotic fluids flooded each container and slowly increased in temperature to thaw their frozen occupants over the course of hours. Slowly, from nightmares, the occupants woke sluggishly and fought through lethargy as their bodies fought the base instinctual drive against drowning as amniotic fluids inflated and stimulated their lungs while low-frequency electrodes stimulated their spasming muscles; Some years spent unused.

As the fluid finally drained and the occupants gained full use of their mental faculties the front-face of their tubes pulled up and away and dumped their occupants unceremoniously to the hard stone floor. The warmth of the tube leaving them with the last drops of fluid coughed up onto the ground and into numerous floor drains they were exposed to a world of freezing cold even with the abundance of ceiling vents blowing warm air at them; It helped only on the surface but never reached to the deep chill in their bones.

This was how the team found themselves. Naked as the day they were born and just as hairless; Shivering in the fetal position alike to the century of strangers in the hall with them as they were deposited back into a cruel and cold world.

Lupin, Carina, Otto, Quilly, and Tobias all found themselves here in tubes side-by-side; Their memories of the void, its lack of answers, and the terrible truths of the woman in black still fresh in their minds.

For the ones to stagger to their feet first they would find themselves naked and hairless in all ways, together with not only themselves but nearly a hundred other strangers crying and coughing and screaming in a tight hall barely large enough for three men to walk abreast and filled only on either side as far as the eye could see with cryogenic containment tubes for long and lengthy cryo-sleeps over long distances like those on colony ships.

There were two exceptions to this odd norm, however.

The first was Lupin; Identicle to everyone else even down to his boyband haircut being shaved down with the exception that he found himself one of only two people with even an article of clothing. The pair of womens panties was no longer frozen to his skin but left the skin underneath raw and near frostbitten.

The other, was Molotra. Who opened her eyes from the fading memories she couldnt hold onto of eternity and nothing to find herself in a space between pods with her usual jacket and wear but lacking any of her gear or backpack. Even her rifles and gimble were bare but for a simple node.

She, at least, was warm.

Dyna.

Dyna Mostrokov woke the same as the team but with none of their encounter or even relation to them. Her only significance was waking up in a tube between much of theirs and being deposited in their group.

There was the vague sense that she knew where she was but it slipped her mind when she tried to focus. She remembered the ship and her brief time on it, she remembered the ensign that tried to pressure her and even tried to manipulate her.

Most of all she remembered how he had framed her for much worse than she actually did to him after the fact.

After the brig it all simply went blank after-

After what? She somehow couldn't remember... And now she found herself naked in a hall with a hundred other nudists as varried in their appearences as any though clearly some more than others considering there was a tank-vendingmachine-spacer hybrid gawking about and more ominously a creep wearing womens panties standing over her.

 

[Izokia78]

The Cold Asss Floor

Dyna blinked sticky fluid out of her eyes. She brought aching hands up to her face to get whatever the hell had adhered itself to her skin off of it. As her hands traveled up over her scars, and on her head, "Where the fuck is my hair?" she said groggily. With her eyes open and aching from the light, she scanned the people around her and noticed their conspicuous nudity. She didn't need to look down to tell that she was also naked, the cold and rough floor against her most sensitive bits told her everything she needed to know about her current state of dress.

Her eyes finally settled on the figure in panties above her. "Why do you get clothes?" she said out loud but more for herself than the person. With little regard for the risks, she shot her still very sore arms out at the figure's ankles, in the hopes of knocking them back to the floor and pinning them down with their legs above their head.

 

[Arbitrated]

Deep Inside the Freezer
Anybody know how to fry?

Joining the rest of the crew with a plop as her body hit the ground was a strange, six-limbed beast with some moderate feminine features. Two arms, two legs, and two... Tendrils, paler than the rest of her exposed body as it shivered vigorously. Ironically, the nudity seemed to bother Quilly less than other features - she'd certainly gotten a fair amount of hazing in the past. Also, chances are most of them who were interested had already found their own way to get a sneak peek. No, what drew her ire was the complete, perfect even, lack of plumage on her wings. Not only her primaries and secondaries, as well - this cruel mechanism had completely removed all of the soft, warm down underneath!

"What the shit? Where'd my feathers go?" The featherless biped shouted angrily, though the hallway of equally-hairless clones was certainly not going to provide answers. Then she actually noticed something odd about Lupin, and just launched into another question. "And what the fuck is THAT?"

A four-armed, shouting, mutant girl the size of a kid on one side, and some pretty boy wearing panties on the other. Dyna was surrounded.

 

[Soresu]

The Goo Chambers

Carina took in a ragged gasp of the warm, humid air as she was carelessly deposited on the cold floor of the chamber. Coughing again, more of the foul tasing liquid was quickly regurgitated and hacked up in thick gobbets. With a shudder going from her neck down to her toes, the freshly awoken medic uncurled herself from the ball she'd been in. That groggy feeling that had fogged her mind dissipating both as she began to get her bearings and her Jane, Elsae came to life demanding answers in a quiet, polite if concerned tone. All in her head of course. With a groan, Carina pulled herself up with hands slick with whatever fluid had covered her.

The air was warm enough yet she still felt a chill. Looking down, her hazel eyes grew wide as she noticed herself not wearing a stitch! Not only that, but as she went running her hand through her hair her eyes widened to dinner plates. Even her hair, her beautiful black hair had been shorn off! As her mind raced, Elsae asking questions and now waking up in an unfamiliar place... Carina's disorientation was forgotten as voices began to shout over the confused sobs of those freshly awoken.

One of the voices, familiar as she saw a featherless, winged Elysian woman. Shorter beyond short and then looked to the subject of her questions. Seeing one of her comrades, Lulu being attacked by a strange woman. Going for his legs, Carina's eyes narrowed to slits as she felt her chest tighten and a fit of almost murderous anger began to build. Rising to her feet and taking a second to steady herself, the medic charged forward into a low tackle around the woman's middle.

"Get'tha FUCK off Lulu!" she said with a roar with a tightening squeeze of the midriff and an arm about her neck in an almost intimate embrace that was anything but. Propriety tossed aside in not wearing a swatch of clothing. If this wrestling woman wasn't careful, she'd find herself choked out in a maneuver to render her unconscious in the smaller girl's freakishly strong grasp.

 

[Gunhand4171]

Slime tubes:

Two of the last few tubes to disgorge their contents were larger than the others. Almost simultaneously, two massive ID-SOLs fell to the ground, one was familiar to the others. It was Sebastian, who got to his hands and knees coughing all the liquid that had filled his lungs. "What the hell..." he murmured as he finished wretching.

The second ID-SOL was slower to stir, but soon found himself spilling the contents of his lungs and stomach all over the ground. The blonde hair, blue eyed soldier groaned and looked around the room. 2nd Lt William Sanders grimaced as he stood on shakey legs, running his hands through his hair. "Well this is quite the cluster fuck..."

 

[Alex Hart]

The Thawing Room

Tobias shivered as the warm air failed to warm his hairless body, the vents on the ceiling doing little to keep the little body heat he had from being pulled away into the cool metal floor. Instinctively moving to scrub his hand through his hair as he surveyed the other members of the group, he was not too surprised to find that it met no resistance, he was just as bald as the rest of them.

Seeing other men and women naked was nothing new, the NMSC had long ago drummed that particular shame response out of him. Or... he thought it had. After what the 'Rear Admiral' had told them, told him, he couldn't be sure of anything. Insisting that he had never been in the IPG when he could remember his 'recruitment' all too well. Showing him the impossible photograph, of himself standing in rows with people that he had never met until a year ago.

No, not a year ago.

As his mindware came online, he wasn't surprised to find locational functions offline, it was clear enough that whenever they were, it was sufficiently shielded or off the grid such that signals couldn't penetrate. But what shocked him was the date and time, two years since they had last been among the living. There had been few enough answers to be found in the void. Hopefully, there would be more here.

Turning again to look at the group, Tobias saw that everyone was in a sorry enough state. The Elysian was featherless, an unfamiliar woman was wrestling with Lupin (Who seemed to be wearing women's underwear) and Carina, and the ID-SOLs were... doing well enough actually, aside from one of them running a hand through non-existent hair just as he himself had.

Taking a deep breath, he approached the rest of the group as his eyes flitted around for any kind of computer access point, doing his best to present a confident facade despite the situation and his uncertainty. "That's the least of it." He replied to the two. "We've lost two years, never mind us not knowing where we are."

 

[SirSkully]

Frozen Food Isle

With a meaty plap and a series of wet, heaving coughs Private Kennedy was freed from his icy limbo, tumbling onto the floor unceremoniously in a pile of shivering, mocha limbs. His head felt full of lead as Lupin sluggishly tried to stand up, slime-coated feet struggling for a few moments to find purchase on the cold metal floor panels. He took a second to try and wipe some of the crap from his eyes, hoping to maybe glean something about whatever fresh pile of shit he'd been dumped into this time.

All he could hear were screams and commotion in the chilly space, barely managing to discern an unfamiliar voice saying something about panties before Lupin hit the deck. Lupin's legs were swept out from under him by some unseen force and for a moment he felt weightless, the young man's mind being cast back to the zero G portion of his training before the floor suddenly rushed up to meet him.

The sideways, Y-shaped scar on the right side of Lupin's head had remained unseen since basic training was now clear as day on his hairless head for the short window it took for it to impact against the floor. His muscular body hit the ground with a loud thud, displacing some of the goop and clearing his vision a little, a wave of nausea hit Lupin as some small bit of blood mixed with the slime that dripped off his head, but the young man tried his hardest to fight through it and try to discern what the fuck might be going on.

Girls wrestling, some fleshy mutant and a hallway of naked people all descending into fear and confusion induced chaos.

With a groan Lupin rolled over and began dragging his groggy body up, wiping more of the crud away from his eyes as the strange object at his feet made itself known.

Looking down, past his torso and half frozen womb broom was a pair of panties all freezer burnt, stretched and in tatters.

"Fuh...fucks sake, what now~?" he mumbled, recognizing one of the naked women as Carina before his stomach gurgled, and Lupin barfed up a puddle of bile.

 

[Charmaylarg Dufrain]

Cryo Hall - Everyone.

For those few not embroiled in naked wrestling shenanigans or tall enough to look over the mass of thawing persons, they might have taken notice of one end of the hall quickly vacating towards their side at a sudden and increased pace.

Even those occupied with their odd choice of locations and times to explore each other's bodies would first faintly hear the distant drumming or take note of the more wise or cautious people who quickly made their way past their group and down the opposite direction. It wasn't until either of the two SOL caught site of the phalanx of armored men in Golem armor four men shoulder to shoulder and six rows deep coming their way that perhaps the thought that there were better things to do and places to be might have crossed any of their minds.

When the armored men started stomping forwards and laying into anyone close to them with Stunsticks and Sonic rifles the rest of the gathering quickly panicked and started pushing and shoving each other to escape.

While none of the group other than the two SOL would know this, they could feel it as was evident when the grappling trio on the floor were subject to no small amount of kicks, stomps, tramplings, and a multitude of other naked and leathery-skinned bodies tripping over them until it risked all of them except Carina and her reinforced frame with actual damage to the point that like it or not they were broken up from their tussle and forced apart and into a defensive fetal position to avoid signifigant trampling while nearly a half hundred men and women fled past them.

For some, like the two SOL and Molotra the surge of the crowd simply elbowed past their heavier or more robust frames. For others like Tobias it was easy to weave through them.

Fast as the stampede started, however, it ended when the last few stragglers shoved past and left only a few trampled bodies on the ground and a few braver stragglers who leaned more towards the fight aspect of fight or flight.

One of which, a massive mutant as broad as Sebastian was tall with leathery grey skin and a horn protruding from the nose of a rhinoceros head stood looking down at the men violently jabbing stunsticks into his thick hide with some curiosity and vague annoyance.

And then one of the armored men shot him point-blank in the face with a sonic rifle which caused him to flinch and shoot a hand out towards the rifleman. There was the attempted interception by one of the pointmen with an armored riot shield but the sheer weight behind the mutant brushed through the mob and into their mits as a massive hand enclosed around the armored neck guard of one suit of Golem armor and brought the attacker towards him in a violent pull only to crash his horn and head directly into the smaller men which caused a resounding hollow thunk as the armored soldier went limp as his head shot back from the blow.

The armored guards swarmed over the mutant and he was quickly covered by a mass of bodies with his fate or theirs unknown.

All this happened in the span of a few short seconds, and shortly after six more guards were cautiously making their way towards the team with shields, stunsticks, and sonic rifles aimed their way. The first to act was none of the regulars of the team but someone familiar and dreaded as a hand clamped down on the ankles of both Carina and Tobias and threatened to pull them back down to the ground.

Laying on the ground, and half trampled herself was a familiar if dreaded woman in the form of a deep gray-skinned Locust; Black blood dripping from a nosebleed and equally hairless as they.

"I can't walk." The terror of an operator stated as if she expected them to do something about it. While she didn't have her terrifying cybernetic legs, her own lower body seemed fine at a glance if a bit bruised from her trampling.

For the rest of the team not currently locked in place by the vice grip of a psychotic murderer the Golem armored men had made their way to about ten feet away from them and held a shield wall, four men, across while three men behind aimed Sonic rifles in their direction from the gaps between the riot shields.

"MOVE ALONG, PRISONERS!" A voice amplified so powerfully was a physical force of pain to their ears boomed from a caster unit held by one of the men as the shield wall took a single intimidating stomp forwards.

Before the naked and unarmed team of marines, faux operators, freespacers, and featherless bipeds stood six men with many more behind and clearly ready to beset them with seemingly nonlethal, but clearly violent intentions.

Behind them, the hall continued with now empty cryo-tubes on one wall but leading towards a set of propped open double doors now visible without the walls of bodies blocking their path. Through the double doors, a bright light obscured whatever lay through it but was as warm and inviting a site as any daylight could be.

Another stomp and the phalanx closed another step, the whine of charged rifles and crackling of active stunsticks ready for the boldest of them.

 

[Izokia78]

The Unforgiving Floor

Dyna was very confused when her attack on the panty-clad person was suddenly countered by the others. She was even more confused when everyone else charged over top of her. She desperately wanted to get up and move but there was someone pressing a thin and very angry arm into her windpipe. All the fight left her body quickly as she looked over to the side to see the oncoming mass of armor coming her way. She fucked up! Dyna didn't know if the angry person intent on choking her out could see the murder wave but she was certainly gonna try. Choking out a plea with limited air the large marine started tapping on her attacker's arm "Hey... Bad call...Big guys coming... I'm sorry!" If she couldn't get the girl behind her to give up soon she was going to have to get up and try to slam her down hard against the floor to shock her loose.

 

[Soresu]

Goo Tube Room, The Lockdown


Carina, for all she was worth released the woman she'd put in her variation of a sleeper hold. The tap out was enough for her to release the larger female and scramble to her feet with a gobbet of spit being hauked on the floor off to one side with a final warning glare to the downed muscular woman. Although modesty soon registered as she quickly covered her front and chest whilst her cheeks flared a dark rosy hue against olive skin. Back peddling a little, the medic felt a hand clamp around her ankle, irritation quickly flooding and overriding embarrassment before hearing that damnable voice from her nightmares once more. While what appeared to be guards... prisoners? Did they say PRISONERS?! registered in the back of her mind Carina looked to her foot and the hand about it.

How easy it would be just to stomp down. End it with a gushing crunch. But with Bottom Barrel there beside her, she nudged the man away a little harder than she'd thought and nodded forward in a 'Go on' sort of look. Shaking her ankle free of Locust was a straightforward affair until she stepped over the fallen Operator's body, self still covered to squat, and give her a brief cursory examination. Combat medical training kicking in, she ran a hand along the woman's lower back gently, not hard, probing, and had seen the blood from her nose. With a mutter, Carina gently turned Locust over and on to her back as delicately as possible before lifting her in much the same fashion she had been during their little self-murder spree against one another.

The look she gave Locust was unreadable, not dead-eyed, expressionless as she was so thoroughly used to. But it did register something akin to displeasure just from the set of her jaw. For all intents and purposes, they needed one another right now. Albeit it seemed their now mutual boss was a truly sick bitch for putting them all in this situation. Prison! Every thief and criminal's worst nightmare next to having their parts klept and left on the open markets or iron sold piecemeal to others on the cheap.

"Fuckin' prison..." she murmured more for her benefit than the mass murdered now in her arms. Already the gears in her mind were turning, Jane seeming to agree with the assessment. Lupin she didn't know if he could handle being on the inside. Tobias... well, she prayed the beginning portion of his new nickname didn't become a reality. The little Type-2 could just spin her treads and turn someone to paste. The now featherless Islander at least might share her like-minded criminal mind. If this really was a prison, a jail, she had no idea where. Golem-clad guards with shock batons and sonic rifles let alone riot shields gave no clue. You might as well just walk up to a local dog stand and ask for a box of hollow-points and then asking what brand.

To Locust, her voice low, she murmured in a low voice, "Try't wiggle'ya toes." advising as she carried the woman forward with a scowl directed at the guards and a warning for the male members of their little ragtag band of miscreant marines and others to avert their eyes.

"'ey boss! When we gonna get'some blues 'ere?" she called using the slang she had heard before while carefully walking forward making sure the others of the group were ahead of her. When in Rome (Where ever the hell that was.) do as the idiots who got pinched do. Yet the thought HAD crossed her mind on just how many of the smug bastards she could take before they got her beaten with shock sticks and shields. Well. That mutant though. He at least hadn't seemed too concerned with the things until they'd dog piled him. Who knows? Maybe that could help down the line.

 

[Arbitrated]

Ah shit, it's the feds!

Quilly's eyes snapped up to the approaching mass, distracted from the mass below her. Thing is, the approaching legion was armed. And armored. It was ALSO engaging in armored fisticuffs with a brick shithouse of a mutant. Needless to say, Quilly didn't feel like messing around and losing a limb or three to a fight - even if a brute like that guy would have been a good help.

No, she just grabbed someone's hand at random from the remaining pile of her possibly-teammates-definitely-inmates, and tugged with surprising force for someone as light as she. "Let's clear out, we'll never find our way outta here until we know where we are," the slant-eyed Elysian commanded. "And getting your ass beaten is the easiest way to start behind the curve."

Quillkies bouncing, useless flight-limbs shifting and folding, and bare feet slapping against the hard floor, the Ash girl dragged whoever she'd gotten ahold of out into the light - be it the frying pan, or the fire itself, she'd find out soon enough.

 

[Alex Hart]

[P R I S O N]

Tobias's eyes darted between the approaching group of guards and the motley assortment of bald and (mostly) naked humanoids around him. Before he could attempt to clear his mind of the questions bouncing around in his head and try to help shepherd the group away from the immediate, a clammy hand grasped his, and pulled him along.

Turning his head to look down, he found himself being dragged along by the Elysian, Quilly. How he knew the name, he couldn't possibly say, but even as he opened his mouth in objection to say "We should help the others." he kept moving, what he had previously assumed were IPG-trained instincts kicking in and keeping him moving with the flow to avoid being noticed.

 

[Charmaylarg Dufrain]

The hall - Everyone.

With the departure of the last stragglers down the hall the advance of the phalanx casually started after them but with subdued hostility. It was a narrow affair of near endless pods nestled together against one wall with the majority still being filled with obscured occupants as they passed.

At one point a figure casually stepped out from where they were crouching between two of the pods and chased after the group when the phalanx appeared. He, for lack of a better descriptor, was another mutant or perhaps xenos species but with emerald green and scale-like skin shingles and a warped and hunched frame. His abnormally oddly shaped skull gave more of a draconic or lizard-like look that was only offset in the creepy factor was the massive fist-sized yellow orbs he had for eyes and the massive quarter-sized black crater-like pupils that filled the eye sockets on the side of his face and darted around like a lizards to look in multiple directions.

A single three-fingered jaunty wave was his only greeting as he took the rear of the pack and more shuffled than walked along.

"My status is not a result of psychosomatics, Sanroma." Locust casually stated in a lecturing tone as she casually appraised their situation from her perch with no sign of abashment or embarrassment from being nearly effortlessly carried by someone likely half her age.

"I have not had to walk without reverse jointed cybernetics for almost a decade. And psyco-simulations do not count because here i can not simply decide that i can walk."She dropped a casual bombshell of misnomers while she adjusted herself to find a more comfortable angle and casually throw her arms around the back of Carina's neck to better stabilize herself. She made no remark on the prison comment of Carinas' but even if the crazed lunatic in Carina's arms could show suprise her lack of care towards their surroundings made one consider that she was either no stranger at all to this place, already knew all the answers, or simply didn't show a care in the world.

There was no time to prod or elaborate, however, as near the end of the hall and a set of propped open and reinforced double doors greeted them and the beyond.

Nepleslia's home for wayward bad boys and girls; 'The Swamp'

The bright light of outside turned out to be anything less than exterior in nature when the team was now hearded into an interior large enough to be a mega-stadium for any of Nepleslia's more popular bloodsports. In place of bleachers or benches, however, were massive walls several meteres tall and criss-crossing catwalks; Both of which patrolled and manned by distant figures that looked inwards towards them instead of out.

There was no time to dawdle or gawk as the Phalanx closed in and continued to heard them the only way they could go. At either side of them and a good distance apart the rest of the inside was segregated off from them by massive towering walls of crossed and latch-woven bars like the worlds thickest and most imposing of chain linked fencing that was made even more imposing by the discernable buzz it gave off reminiscent of an electrical charge.

Beyond the fence was another far enough away for the occasional Golem armored guard to walk between them and observe them while beyond the other fencing masses and masses of marines moved about. They were only marines in the sense that they wore casual duty-fatigues, but little else as the tense atmosphere they exuded and the lack of any semblance of beiring was obvious.

Sequestered in groups, gangs, and cliques the majority of them watched the group continue on with varriyng degrees of attitudes. Some simply stared, some mumbled to each other too far away to read.

Most catcalled...

On either side this continued until the group entered a larger fenced off area that was little more than an empty courtyard silled with guards at every corner. On the ground stood a hundred pairs of painted footsteps easily far enough apart that it was obvious they were formation markers. Many of them were already filled with the exception of less than a dozen at the far side and to the front. At the head of the formation and standing on the only item in the courtyard; A massive crate longer than most men were tall, and half again as tall, was a woman.

Woman was at least a first impression as their regulation blouse was cut down to a less than regulation crop-top, and their once regulation green trousers were cut down so distressingly short that the pockets poked out from under the fabric and against a pair of long and smooth legs that ended in untied boots.

The question of sexuality went upon further inspection that despite their long and curly ginger hair the impressive bulge in their makeshift short-shorts made one wonder.

She, for the sake of guessing, watched the last of the group be herded into position and formation with locust casually sitting down at the front most position and Carina just behind. For the most past it ended up rather size-oriented in their positioning with the exception of Molotra who ended up stuck behind the towering form of Sebastian.

She waited a moment more for the phalanx to finally manage to corral a massive Rhino of a mutant into formation who seemed rather bored and uninterested in the stunstick still casually jabbing into his side from an over-eager guard.

As the phalanx took position behind her she finally bent down to pick up a dataslate from on the crate; Giving everyone present a view of more womanly assests if a bit small and grateful of either the lack or care of a bra, and continued to keep everyone waiting.

People had finally begun to stir when she pointed first at one person and then with a short pause at William after a long frown.

"Sanders, eh?" She looked up from her dataslate to evaluate the SOL as he and a younger looking Lianjian man were removed from the formation with a lot of shouting and gesturing from guards and corraled to either side of the makeshift dais. "Shame with a name like that to do what ye did. Whatever though, you two just stand there and look like officers and we'll get this show rolling."

Without elaborating further she casually cleared her throat and grinned a cheshire grin at the formation.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND 𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼" She shouted out in a tone that got everyone's attention directly on her and more overtly what she flashed when her crop-top bounced with the little hop she did on her heels.

"Welcome to the 𝒮𝓌𝒶𝓂𝓅. My name is master sergeant Erin Zeleger; But most of the boys just call me Easy. And i'm glad you're just as glad to see me as i am to see you boys and girls standing at attention just for me!" She grinned at her own jokes as more than a few of the men at least had broken the previous chill and were now having their blood circulating in obvious ways as a reaction to what could only be so many of the oposite (or same in a few cases) sex before she continued.

"Before we begin lets get all the cliche's out of the way. You:

Are in The Swamp; The largest and most infamous of the DIoNs' supermax prisons.
No, you are not innocent.
No, you were not framed.
Yes, we are sure.
Yes, we checked before we threw you in a tube.
Yes, we checked again. The tax payers are happy we spend all our time doing that.

Furthermore for those of you of other political inclanations:
The civil war is over, We won, obviously.
The star empire is no more. The DIoN is now.
Emperor Blackman is dead, Yes we made sure and checked to make double sure on that too.
The squids lost, again.
Some purple bankers and businessmen got uppity too since then but the cats genocided them a bit and now they have better things to do.
Yes, the cats are still out there. The current Empresses name is Hibachiko or some shit, i dunno nobody really sees her.
There are some more and some less scrubs than usual out there still and some shits happened but none of that concerns you.


Finally to remind you of what you should already know:
You performed more crimes than whoever you were serving under in the Star Military cared to tollerate.
So you got your teether kicked in the tribunals and shoved in a tube and sent here.
You opted to, when we woke you, and took advantage of your still half frozen minds, to sign a waiver.
This waiver puts you in a lottery.
This lottery will shave time off your sentence for duty and service provided to the Star Military since its what you know and what you can do.
You all got your numbers pulled so it's time to put your tight and fuckable asses to work doing what you do best.
What you do best is obviously killing shit.


Also, and yes i know i said finally already but i gotta throw it out there:
Yes, im single.
No, im not some scrub like you. Im rehabilitated and its my job to do the same for all you juicy and virile studs and stud-ets.
No, you dont have a chance with a piece of ass like me.
Yes, im sure.
If you think otherwise, prove it.
Oh, also theres a microbomb implanted in your heads. It should mush your melon and your spider so dont think you can just bail when you can run away from this.
Have fun with that knowledge~"

With a simple hop she bounced off the crate and landed with a haughty umph before giving it a cliche kick that made one side of the box fall open and expose a myrad of trousers, tops, garrison caps, boots, socks, and various cotton undergarments.

"Get dressed, fuckboys!" Master Sergeant Zeleger chimed and stepped away and towards the SOL and the Lianjian man. Before speaking, however, she held up a finger and awkwardly rummaged around inside her own trouser interior before pulling out two berets. One with the NSMC star and was olive drab and another with the NSN logo and was a darker blue.


Handing the warm berets to the sol and other man Zeleger grinned at them. The NSMC beret in williams hands was sized for a non-SOL and had a lieutenants pin pinned to it, while the younger man had an Ensigns insignia for his.

"We have officers uniforms in the barracks, sirs." She gave them each a good appraisal that lingered far too long on certain parts of William before looking back at the group of prisoners swarming the crate of uniform parts. "Until then pick a lay for your booty call from here while you can; Because the ones that dont try to kill you are going to decide they swing just your way, trust me. Oh, also, you boys might outrank me but dont think for a moment your rank makes you anything other than a figurehead for the pricks and splits to listen to; Those of us rehabilitated like me are under the Wardens direct chain of command and are just here to keep the rest of you in line and kick you in the cock if you get any funny ideas or think for a second you can second guess her or disobey her orders."

"so, any questions?"

The rest of the team, unlike William and the other officer did not avoid the rush of bodies as near a hundred naked men and women surged to clothe themselves and finally escape the chill and their own starke nakedness.

For some like Locust, unable to escape, simply turned back into a fetal position to avoid the trample. Others like molotra with their shorter frames were not trampled but caught their fair share of elbows and people surged past. Any who managed to make it to the crate would find a mismatch of uniform parts from all branches of the SMDIoN save the IPG and laceless boots without pairs.

In the mad dash there was no semblance of order and little time to pick proper uniform or boot sizes. More than a few of the guards were chuckling.

For those that stayed behind and survived the rush of the mob they found a rare moment of peace and a lack of feet or elbows to wait it out and decide on their next move or even to figure out just what in the hell was going on because:


Yes, they were innocent.
Or yes, they were framed.
Yes, they were sure.
No, they did not check before we threw you in a tube.
No, they did not check again to make sure.

 

[Primitive Polygon]

Deep in the Mire

Molotra was beaten up. They hadn't tried to block any of the crowd's random shoving, catching more than one knee to the jawline due to their diminutive size. They didn't try to affix any different uniform components. If the rabble hadn't guided their aimless forward rolling, they probably would have just stayed in the cryotube area, and been shocked into a meaty pulp by the guards.

Asleep in expression. Closer to the true ancient description of an automata than ever, merely a skin-clad husk with the doll-like added trappings of a barely real person.

The damage ran into the invisible. Their cognitive brain refused to admit the new reality of this shambling, writhing, stinking wall of hairless flesh. Even bundled in clothes, it followed logic that this 'construct' was a mere corpuscle of the same stuff, held aloft in a rolling metal science experiment.

Lupin was in pain, and that reflexively pained the flesh mind, but neither could exist if this pathetic reality didn't exist.

The higher machine-functions of the tank-thing hated the interference of these chaotic sensations. It had seen its own functioning laid out like a flowchart, but nothing here made sense to it.

Therefore, it must be broken.

It wanted to die. It wanted all of this, everything, to just hurry up and die.

 

[The KrimsonWulf]

Otto
The Swamp

The hallway still seemed Hazy, before coming into the massive arena like area. The shock of the Admirals answer still lingering on his mind. With enough lasting anger,that he began to assess where his team, and their potential targets were. Seeing the large woman, and her antics only seemed to aggravate Otto further, this now coming to a boil, as the large crowd rushed the box of uniforms. Seeing a group rush through his team, attempting to fight their way to the box, the older Sniper towered over two hitting both a cross the jaw hard enough to hear a crack as he took NMSC trousers that fit,and a Navy PT Shirt. Continuing, until he found boots that fit. Looking for other uniform pieces, Otto happened to find two sets of Naval coveralls. Saving them for the females on the team, before returning back to their formation point."Sabrina, and....quilly? I found these for you two..it's not much, but the rest of these...former Marines and Sailors are Fodder." His comment and steeled look showed his blatant distaste for the current situation. His anger masking the torrent of emotions going on in his mind.

 

[Izokia78]

The Slightly Less Cold Outside

Dyna had managed to find a spot in the crowd close enough to her original wake-up buddies but not close enough to them that she had to interact. She wasn’t exactly over her embarrassment of misjudging the one they called Lulu.
Her attention was suddenly pulled away from the group when Easy started to speak. Dyna wouldn’t say she had a type but she certainly kept falling the kind of person who could just degrade and order a whole bunch of people around in what bordered on an improvised bikini. When the speech went on Dyna felt the need to bite her lip for reasons of both attraction and more importantly indignation. She was absolutely framed! Or at least she thought she was, everything from back then was still very hazy and she hadn’t exactly been thinking when it all happened. All she knew is that she felt justified at the time damnit!

As her mind trailed off the mass of people charging the clothes got brought her back. “Oh shit!” She again said to no one in particular. Dyna dove into the dogpile for clothes with practiced grace. She used just about every part of her body to force other people out of her way to retrieve several items. Two pair’s of pants of unequal sizes, one tank top, one t-shirt, one type 33 hat, and a soft dry pair of underwear.

Dyna took her haul to track down “Lulu”. Upon locating her one-time victim she quickly got his attention with a hand on his shoulder. “Look I’m really sorry I tackled you to the ground it wasn’t cool! Can I give you these as an apology?” She awkwardly held out the underwear, t-shirt, and pants she thought matched his size. A smile was forming on her face before she quickly interrupted it with “I can dive back in to get you some boots if you need me to.” The smile was now fully formed!

 

[Gunhand4171]

Outside:

Sebastian and William had somehow managed to stay together as they followed the throng of people.

"Where the fuck are we?" Sebastian muttered

"I don't know, but I don't like it one bit." Replied William

Then, they got their answer...

"Fuck!" They both exclaimed in unison.

Someone definitely screwed the pooch on this one...

Sebastian managed to catch site of Lupin and tapped William on the shoulder. "Follow me. My squadmate is over there.

The two made their way over, bowling over the smaller convicts in their way until they reached the others. Sebastian knocked people away and grabbed two sets of boxers and pt shorts, tossing one of each to William. As they dressed Sebastian looked to Lupin. "I didn't do something thaaaaaat illegal last time I went drinking did I? I'd think I would have remembered doing something to get locked up in supermax for it..." he said, only half joking.

 

[SirSkully]

Swamp Ass Supermax

Lupin was left dazed, possibly a little concussed and with a puddle of bile at his feet before suddenly jerking sideways.

Was he being tackled? No, the small, light-olive hand of a currently flightless bird was dragging him away from a very sturdy looking wall of shields. The unexpected motion made his head swim some more, though an empty stomach meant at least he didn't have anything else to vomit up, but the young sniper took the helping hand as an opportunity to try and come to his senses a little more.

Everything was a blur, an ever-shifting smudge of oil paint that slowly made more sense as the fog in Lupin's head turned into a dull throbbing sensation.

He was standing in a formation of some sort? floodlights bearing down on the assembled horde of flesh as his right ear picked up a faint crackle. There was also the faint sensation of something warm running down his neck and muscular back, mixing with the chilled stasis gel that still clung to the disorientated sniper's frame, a quick touch check and sure enough his hand came back with red, syrupy mix of blood and slime running off it.

"Shit~" he grumbled, before focusing harder on the feminine thing that was bouncing around in a pair of tiny shorts and barking all kind of nonsense. He was beginning to warm up a little, sure, but fear and some head trauma kept his anatomy from stirring too much from its however-long slumber.

The crowd surged forwards once more and he was jostled around a little though ultimately managed to hold his own, seemingly just as soon as everyone rushed forwards the man's prior assailant was stuffing a bundle of clothes into his arms, offering an apology and a smile that seemed genuine enough.

"I~" Lupin paused, large hands accepting the bundle of clothing from the slightly shorter figure of Dyna, noting how similar their dusky skin tones were before shaking his head.

"Get footwear for me and the others, then we're even," came Lupin's husky voice as he gestured around to the others. The lad's big, orange, puppy dog eyes were grateful though still very cautious of this woman who'd floored him and now was suddenly sorry.

The young man started quickly getting dressed into the outfit that mostly fit, it was weirdly loose in some areas and tight in others but he didn't want to give anyone the opportunity to snatch away his newly acquired threads - already too busy watching his own back to respond to Seb's panicked joke with anything more than a nod.

There was one thing he had at least picked up on by now, whoever these uniformed fuckers were, they were full of shit.

 

[Arbitrated]

Space Florida
When do we bet on alligator wrestling matches?

Quilly knew that she'd end up in a jail cell again eventually. She definitely had burned down a couple things she shouldn't have back before she signed up. But that doesn't add up, does it? Was it the time with the - no, because that went off underwater. The airborne fireworks show had her let off the hook just because she'd nearly gotten cooked while trying it. And the sparkler incident wasn't even a bother for someone to call the fire department! Quilly's mind was gummed up with frost and spinning itself in circles, trying to figure out what she'd burnt down, blown up, or otherwise broke that would get her someplace big like here. Oh, and that bomb... Eh, she'll probably feel the itching in a couple months, but there's shit else she could do about that. They've put Elysians in here before, after all.

And then a rush of bodies happened. This was a perfect time to shine for Quilly, who rushed in and darted between, below, and even on top of the nude horde to reach the forefront. Her goal was to grab what she could and worry about getting dressed later, where people couldn't take what she'd gotten ahold of. A bigass jacket with the sleeves tied made a good improvised basket, and the blue-eyed birdie managed to slip out of the mess with her haul mostly intact.

She was lucky, having managed to grab enough boots to find one of the only-ever matching pairs of boots in the whole container, at the cost of being about three sizes too big and definitely packing a heavy, reinforced toe in each. Then someone was saying tomething. Oh, it was Otto. "Ah, thanks. Need boots?" Quilly asked, getting her body stuffed into the baggy coveralls. Due to her sheer lack of size, it was still awkward - and definitely showed off a good amount of cleavage - but it'd do. Her wings were folded and compressed on the inside of the material, but that was a problem for Future Quilly. Of course, Future Quilly would call Past Quilly a dumbass for not finding a solution right now, but there didn't seem to be much to make a hole with.

Going barefoot would suck, but going with oversized boots sucks more, especially since they weigh so damn much. At least there's another one that looks like it might fit. Probably. She can scavenge for other too-small clothing once the rush died down.

 

[Alex Hart]

(What Are You Doing In) THE SWAMP

Tobias' emotions flashed from panic to confusion to outrage as Zeleger, he refused to use a nickname for her even in his own mind, that was reserved for teammates, 'explained' the situation. The Star Empire and Jim Blackman were eleven, thirteen, he corrected himself, years past now; a transitory government that hadn't lasted more than two years before the civil war which had given way to the Democratic Imperium that billions knew and loved. Even grade-schoolers knew that.

They had, he had, been stuck in a prison with people who hadn't seen the light of day in over a decade for their crimes during the civil war. Tobias looked around at the rest of the group from the Small Death. All of them had to be going through the same thought process, they were all veterans of the Kuvexian war which had apparently ended in their sleep.

As the operator began to move through the crowd with practiced ease, he watched the Elysian that had pulled him along make her way to the pile and steal away with clothes and a haul of footwear. For himself, he picked a pair of NSMC fatigues up and moved back to the Small Death group before pulling them on. "Not quite as nice as black, but green will do." He mumbled to himself.

The clothes varied between too tight and too loose, leaving him with pants that pinched and hugged his legs and a shirt that hung around his arms, leaving him looking rather odd and unassuming. Still, that could be useful too.