[center][h1]The Alcatraz[/h1][/center]

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The massive prison ship floated listlessly through deep space. So far away from civilization that even the strongest signal couldn't reach it. The twenty seven cell blocks were secure as per usual, and routine checks were being performed. The engines had long since shut off to allow the ship to drift freely along its unknown course. Guards patrolled, the anti-aggression field was working at peak capacity, and the prisoners were passive and within their cell blocks. A normal cycle that had been going on for an indeterminable amount of time. 

The ship's captain looked out towards the stars waiting for the paper work that always arrived about this time. It was a droll job, and one he'd be stuck with for the rest of his life, but this vessel was his.

In the middle of the standard procedures, a shrill sound rang out over the intercom. 

"What? There's no way." The captain exclaimed as the sound continued. Had it been a prank by one of the more mischevious of the crew or prisoners, they would have had to broadcast from within the ship. This was coming from outside, from the planet they were beginning to pass. They were way out of the planet's gravity well, so that wasn't a risk, but something was broadcasting on such a specific frequency from the surface. This was uncharted space, such a happening would be next to impossible.

The sound stopped after a few moments, but what followed was much more alarming. The ship's power suddenly fluctuated as some energy wave projected from somewhere on the planet's surface.

"Engineers to the power station. I want to know what's going on, now!" The captain shouted over the now freed intercom. After such a long time of inactivity, the ship was suddenly buzzing with excitement and fear. 

The next wave seemed to bring more force with it as the ship shook violently. As the navigator looked at her instruments one thing was clear, the ship was being pulled into the planet's gravity well.

"Reactivate the engines, I want us clear of this planet yesterday." The captain told the worried crew.

"Navigation controls are dark sir, the engines won't respond!" One of the crewman shouted over the chaos. 

"Dammit, brace for entry. This ship is going down." The captain declared with an icy calmness.

There was no point in activating a distress beacon, there wouldn't be anyone to hear it...besides, a prison ship wouldn't be worth the effort.

"Where's the warden? He won't respond to any of our hails." A comm officer exclaimed as he tried to notify all hands to brace.

"God Dammit, of course when shit hits the fan that creepy bastard is nowhere to be found." The captain said, not the slightest bit surprised.

The ship lurched forward one final time as it hit atmosphere. The sound of a manual override was heard over the alarms and all of the prison blocks launched like escape pods from the side of the ship. Before the main ship made impact with the ground, the warden was seen on camera tampering with the emergency controls.