[color=f26522][h1]Domhan Pryde//Cellblock A//Introduction[/h1][/color]

Domhan raised his head from his book, losing himself in thought for a moment. This prison ship was surprisingly pleasant, something of a temporary retirement. Well, usually. He had made enemies with at least 4 different inmates, despite the anti-aggression field - the barbarism of some of them knew no ends. But still, there were plenty of fun conversations. There was that one mass murderer, did a lot of it with her own blood? There were also the people who thought that there was still good on this earth, still something to protect. He saw that as the ultimate weakness - these bounty hunters and "innocent people" who thought that there was something worth fighting for outside the supremacy of ideas and acquisition of pleasure. It was easy enough to spin a story about giving to the poor of his planet after stealing from the evil corporations if they discovered his history, and all too often, it sucked them in. Such easy prey. The doctor, too, was a fun conversation partner - she hid little, and spoke in depth on medicine so eloquently. It was so much harder to find good talk back in the Prydesbane. So many younguns out for the money alone, no grand designs of power, nor twisted minds finding beauty in the kill. 

On the other hand, when he was leading the Prydesbane, he wasn't stuck in this goddamned prison. He looked back to his book, not wanting to go down that route again, but the clank of his cell door opening indicated that it was dinner time. he looked across the small, featureless cell to the door. [color=f26522]"Ah, Officer Xhaferi."[/color] Xhaferi, a short, fat Arraxi with a superiority complex, was far and away Domhan's least favorite guard. He was, as of current, completely unable to put into words his feeling about him, the anti-aggression field preventing that amount of vitriol from surfacing. "Your food, prisoner." Domhan nodded. 

"my thanks? thank you sir? anything?" He demanded. Domhan raised an eyebrow and turned back to his book, his mind fighting the anti-aggression field. Xhaferi smack his book out of his hand, and Domhan was able to snap through the haze for a moment and strike a fighting stance, before confusion re-clouded his aggression and he slowly rose - and then stumbled as the ship lurched. 

With the second lurch, Domhan knew what was happening. He also started to feel the fog leave his head, and he allowed himself a smug smile at Officer Xhaferi. [color=f26522]"I hope you have a contingency plan for catastrophic engine failure."[/color] The now blanching officer ran out of the room as a third lurch hit and Domhan quickly moved to a wall. The anti-aggression field prevented him from actively infusing any metals of other inmates with his magic. The malicious intent was clear enough that he couldn't even think about doing such a thing for too long, a source of great annoyance to him. Magicing his own cell, however, was for the purposes of self-preservation. He figured the ship was probably on some sort of crash course - the guards that had opened up to him were often elderly single men or repeat rule-breakers, in addition to their insanely dangerous cargo. The ship probably had a 50/50 to survive landfall, but his age significantly lessened his chances. By strapping his head, arms, torso, and legs to the wall of the ship with bits of the floor, however, he braced his body far better. 

The loss of the anti-aggression field was making all his emotions come back stronger, and his heart was high in his throat now with the third lurch, and he lost consciousness with the first impact to the ground. 

Some fifteen minutes later, he re-awoke to horrific insect screeches outside. he realized he was upside-down, and gingerly tried to let himself down onto the [s]roof[/s]floor without too much of an impact. Right-side up, he saw the remains of Officer Xhaferi, torn in two, as one of the crazier inmates turned to face him. "just wait until I get through these bars, old man..."