Woo, second post. *insert whine about character limit, XD*
MAP OF LIVING AREA FLOOR AND VENTILATION SHAFT OF THE DEADLY NIGHTSHADE:
Character sheet (You can use this if you want, it's just for reference for other RPers. Also, take out the parenthesed stuff! O_o)
(Human, Draconian, Avian, Mutated Human)
Job on ship:
(Nothing TOO crazy, will tell you if it's too much. This does not include a detailed summary of how an inmate gets caught, mind, a brief mention of that will do then you do the actual description in your paragraph or more.)
(Include strengths and weaknesses in this, physical and mental)
Yuni (from her bad childhood habit of saying 'You need')
223 (looks 25)
Job on ship:
Inmate; repair worker for Cryo storage and refridgeration systems
Flight, hydraulics in her legs to help her take off in true form
Samantha grew up on the Avian homeworld, which has been destroyed in the past hundred or so years by pollution and mercenaries. She's one of many Avians trying to make their way through life. She had a typical childhood much like a human's; school, family, friends. When she was a teenager, her parents died in separate eons (both were workers on space ships) due to merc attacks on ships. She hates mercs with a passion and she has an open defiance of authority; she started her killing streak right after her homeworld was destroyed when she was 132 years old, when a couple of children were being kidnapped by a bounty hunter. Her main targets were rogue mercenaries and bounty hunters, but within the past fifty years or so she started going after corrupt government officials. She was finally caught trying to assassinate one of the prime ministers on one of the Helion system's planets and has been on the Nightshade
for ten years and knows the cryo sleep system like the back of her hand; prior to her killing career, she was a heating and cooling specialist and her knowledge of the wiring has helped her considerably.
She's a very crabby person, and doesn't mince words; while she does have her nice moments, they're only to friends and new inmates who need help. Yuni hasn't actually smiled in years; she's very sarcastic and it's gotten her in trouble with many guards and mercs. The main reason she's so crass is due to the death of her parents; she locked herself up in her head and won't let anybody get to know her, fearing being hurt again or hurting somebody. Her biggest flaw physically is a limp; she broke the hydraulic in her left leg in a riot six years ago. The repair was sc'rewed up and now her legs aren't even. Her biggest personality flaw is that she's far too stubborn for her own good and it could very well cost her her life, should she refuse help and she sees taking help as a major weakness - however, this applies only to herself taking help, not somebody else.
Black hair, green eyes; tends to wear a green colored version of the inmate uniform, which is orange slacks and a white wifebeater. Green indicates that she can go into the cryo area to work on malfunctioning systems.
Is allergic to seafood and certain types of coolant liquid. Her Avian form is a hawk that's roughly the size of a large SUV, but she hasn't used it in a long time as she has neither the time nor room to use it. Is going to be transferred to Crematoria after enciting a riot in the cafeteria, insists it is not her fault but she killed three mercs and one inmate who was a former merc during the chaos.
An alarm blared a bit in the four prison blocks, and a computerized voice announced over a series of speakers, "Inmates, it is 0600 hours. Report to the cafeteria by 0900 hours. The schedule for today is: breakfast, work and/or recreation, lunch, work and/or recreation, dinner, baseball game between 1700 and 2100 hours. At 2200 hours, inmates are expected to be back in their cells. Isolation prisoners have one to three hours of recreational time depending on their punishment. Have a good day."
The plasma door to the cells in all the blocks turned off, and a lot of inmates - men and women alike - grumbled as they got up off their bunks and headed to the showers; some went straight to the cafeteria, which also served the awake mercs and the prison ship guards, and others went to the gym behind Omega block to work out a little before breakfast.
Yuni shoved her head under her pillow, grumbling, and she peeked out from under it when one of the guards banged a fist against the wall of her cell. "Whaat?"
"Time to get up. You had an extra hour yesterday because you got sick from somebody slipping shrimp in your pasta at dinner, you're fine today. Get up." The guard moved on to check on other prisoners. Yuni just sighed and sat up, stretching and pulling a clean wifebeater out of the box under her bunk; she changed out of her dirty one and pulled the clean one on as she walked out of the cell, looking around. The cells were stacked in 4 by 6 blocks along the walls, and each was a good 6 feet in all directions. There were stairwells and ramps and catwalks leading from each level of cells, and there was a set of double doors on either side of the room; the one on the left side, from her angle, led to Fox sector and the one on the right led to a hallway.
She leaned against the railing, watching the prisoners head in various directions and chat with each other at the tables on the floor below; she didn't really understand how people could be so familiar with each other in a place like this. She didn't trust any of the inmates; she'd learned the hard way to keep her enemies closer than friends. She sighed and headed down a stairwell to head to the floor; she was really hungry and wouldn't wait til she had a shower to eat. She'd eat, go work out a little, then shower. As she walked out of the door to the hallway, she heard a couple of mercs muttering to each other. She noticed who they were but didn't really care; they were the ones who had captured her on Helion 2 when she had assassinated the prime minister. She frowned a bit at the memory, watching the two; she could remember it all too easily.
She'd been trying to escape from the vents; easier than the hallways, which were packed with civillians and mercenaries trying to get out before the killer went after them. Yuni had wanted to laugh at their conceit; she wasn't about to go after them, they weren't important and most of them weren't the pathetic mercs and politians she aimed at. She'd exited the building from the sewers, and the two mercs - Toombs and some other guy, couldn't remember the name of him - had been waiting. She'd banged the second one up good; he still couldn't flex most of his toes or fingers on his right side, and he had a nice scar in his stomach, she was certain.
Toombs, on the other hand, had used the distraction to sedate her; she'd barely gotten a punch in when she'd gone out cold. She was sentenced to life on the Nightshade
due to their issues with their refridgeration and cryosleep systems, and she'd been keeping everything up and running ever since and she'd trained some of the guards to keep everything working as well since it was meant to be their job, not hers... Honestly, she'd rather let the crazier prisoners out; she hated the ship. Some of the guards were alright; most were new this trip, a lot of fresh meat for the older guards to pick at and trick and hurt.
A lot of guards and "clean" mercs had been sent by some group called the Alliance; they were the group most mercs reported to. Yuni didn't trust the corporation; they showed up whenever a planet was destroyed. True, they hadn't been there when her homeworld had been ruined, but ever since they first began about a hundred fifty years ago they were at almost every ruined planet to offer a new home to the denizens. She called bullsh*t on it, but considering several things - one, the headquarters on New Earth in the Post Milky Way system was heavily guarded and too dangerous and two, she was on a ship - she wouldn't have dared to go after them all. But something was just too fishy about them all.
Yuni snapped out of her thoughts when another inmate walked into her by accident, and after shoving him a little - he'd apologized, poor bloke had busted his head during a riot on Butcher Bay and he wasn't like he used to be, was apologizing for everything now - continued heading to the cafeteria, sniffing the air but not smelling what was on the menu; her nose had been broken a couple of times and she couldn't smell much anymore. "... Wonder if there's gonna be a fight today."