Roxy: Chapter ??   
03:06pm 01/08/2003
 
mood: depressed
Ky'ree lounged by the yard wall. Prisoners were not allowed near the landing bay when a shuttle was in, so this was the best vantage point to check out the fresh meat as it came in.

The first once was easily recognizable as an Ixan, complete with the specialized harness to prevent him from affecting the temperature against him. "What's that one?"

"Smuggler" The little guy wasn't much good in a fight, being little more than hat-sized, but Gozon usually managed access to the prisoner files. There wasn't much he couldn't find out, and if he could suppress the nasty brain-eating habit, he didn't even get caught.

The next two were standard issue thugs. Ky'ree didn't even need to be told to identify the syndicate markings. That type was a dime a dozen. They'd get themselves beaten down without Ky'ree having to lift a finger. If they somehow managed to be one of the few doing the beating rather than getting beaten down, then they'd be worth her attention.

The last prisoner was more interesting, if only because she didn't seem to fit a type. She was too delicate looking to be a thug, and not nearly arrogant enough to be a telepath. Nothing about her appearance indicated what she was doing in a prison for the worst of the worst. "And that?"

"Oh, that an interesting once. She's in for a public nuisance complaint."

"And they sent her here?"

"Well, a public nuisance complaint, and then a year-long police chase where she made most of a planetary police look impotent and foolish. They didn't have much of a sense of humor about it once they finally brought her in."

"You're telling me that little thing fought off battalions of cops for a year?"

"Not at all. She never hurt anyone, cop or bystander. They just couldn't catch her."

"So she's a runner?"

"A very good one, apparently."

Ky'ree grinned. She needed some entertainment, and anyone who could dodge a planetary police force was bound to be very entertaining.		  
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Roxy: Prelude Chapter # Who Knows   
04:36pm 01/08/2003
 
mood: *thud*

Roxy shuddered as she stepped off the shuttle. Even past the teleport suppressor in her harness, she could feel the overall suppression field over the entire prison. A row of about the nastiest people she had ever seen were staring at her across a barrier from the yard. She had a feeling none of them were in for a mere public nuisance charge. She only hoped she could find a way to stay out of their way.

Check-in was routine enough, or at least no worse than the rest of her processing had been. Her expectations had steadily lowered after her arrest.

She found her way around smoothly enough at first. Keeping her head down seemed to be working. That lasted less than a full day.

She never saw the large cat-woman approach. Her first indication that she was not alone was the clawed hand on her shoulder. Roxy squeaked and spun around. "What do you want?"

"I hear that you run, Prey."

"What?"

"I like it when my prey runs. It's fun."

"I don't-"

Ky'ree smiled, baring an alarming array of teeth. "You see, sometimes I get bored. You're going to amuse me."

"I'm... really not very... amusing..."

"You'll want to be. This is the way it goes - you run, and I hunt you. It'll be fun."

"What if I don't want to be hunted?"

"You're Prey. That's what you're for?"

"And if I refuse?"

Ky'ree flexed her claws on Roxy's shoulder, lightly puncturing the cloth and the top layer of skin. "The faster I catch you, the more I'll need another way to entertain myself. Making you bleed can be very entertaining."

"Are you insane?" Roxy suppressed the impulse to pull away, knowing she'd only rip her shoulder against Ky'ree's claws.

"I'll let you rest tonight. Tomorrow morning, you should start running."

  
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