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[snowflakeofberk]

End of unanticipated hiatus

Hey everyone - I'm sorry I haven't been keeping up with RP's. I'm trying to work back into a rhythm of writing, so hopefully you'll see some updates in the next few days! @joxulfrosti, @snowballs-n-funtimes, @hijackscribbles, @frostbitten-pooka-roo, @forgotten-fr0st

[snowflakeofberk]

The Nebula’s Arc

     It wasn’t the collar that bothered Jack, or the time spent in the dark, soundproofed room. It wasn’t the fact that he’d been arrested and sent to this jail. No it wasn’t even that his perfect features had begun to warp into something monstrous. What bothered Jack was that he had failed to make it back to his employer to fulfill the duties that came with his job. For a second time.      Jack sat with his legs crossed on the cold floor of a metal pit, his arms stretched to their limits and pinned against the wall with magnetically charged hoops. Similar hoops encircled his torso, keeping all but his legs and tail motionless – not that movement mattered here. But while his body sat still, his mind raced and raged out of his control – the collar around his neck and the cocktail of chemicals and drugs injected from within it holding the enablers and sustainers of this state. But in the nebulous, erratic fog of hallucinations that finally began to clear, lurked something else. Something that had remained quiescent for years. Something that was awakening.       Suddenly, a light forced its way through the darkness of Jack’s past few days as the ceiling drew back, signaling that his time in isolation was up. The light was enough to reconnect the majority of Jack’s consciousness to reality, though it remained a reality augmented by various remnants from the nightmarish drugged experience. As the opening widened, two large beings wearing the jail’s dowdy grey uniform descended on a hover-lift that passed just inches from Jack’s knees before settling seamlessly into the floor. The guards silently set to work unlocking the hoops that held him, not once making eye contact. At least they’ve been trained well, Jack noted half-heartedly, his mind still dwelling on his most recent failed escape, picking it apart to help him plan a successful one. For once, Jack felt relieved about being ignored: his face was beginning to break out into patches of scales; his hair was falling out in patches; and the shape of his face and body were beginning to stretch and distort.      Jack hadn’t noticed the guards remove the rings from his torso, but he suddenly felt brusque arms heft him into a standing position and prod him onto the hover-lift. His body complied without much thought on his part; there was nowhere else to go after all.      Soon he was being led down long hallways, mismatched where different construction efforts had met ways or where the building had since been expanded. One guard led the way past large areas of holding cells, disorganized mess halls, and sealed guard barracks while the other continued to nudge him onward from behind. Swatting at the baton the guard used to direct him, Jack growled out a warning for the guard to quit it. Jack didn’t know why, but the nudges amplified within his mind, beginning to create jolts of pain as if a rod was being jammed against his spine.      When the guard continued the nudging, something in Jack snapped and he found his mind eclipsed by another consciousness. The consciousness turned, grabbing the baton and wrenching it easily from the guard’s grip. In the same motion, Jack’s other hand gripped the side of the guard’s head before slamming it into the wall of the hall they were walking. His tail inadvertently swept the feet of the other guard from under him as the first regained balance to retaliate. When he regained control of his functions several minutes later, Jack stood alone in the hall with the unconscious bodies of two guards and a blood splatters belonging to all three beings. His chest heaving, Jack tried to take stock of the situation, his eyes darting from the guards to anywhere someone may have witnessed the fight he had watched his body initiate.      His thoughts screamed that he should run, but before he could, something shining from where it had fallen out of a guard’s pocket caught his eye. He quickly scooped up his most precious belonging and took off in the direction they had come, wryly thinking to himself, Well, so much for a plan.

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