[color=f26522][h1]Domhan Pryde//Cellblock Ruins//Escape[/h1][/color]

Domhan stood, staring at the man for a few moments, dumbfounded at him not having any weapons; then he started bending the bars open with his bare hands. "I suppose I'll be saving myself, then." Domhan sighed. whipping his hands straight out, palms down, he flicked both of his wrists thumb down. Two darts flew out from under his jacket and pierced the man straight through his eyes. The spikes popped out through the back of his head, and Domhan dropped his hands to his sides as the spikes returned to his pockets and the large man fell. [i]No reason to be sticking around, at this point,[/i] he thought. Domhan considered his options... staying in the cell? [i]Dying of starvation.[/i] Wandering back to the ship on his own? [i]Murdered - almost certainly by the wildlife if the massess of inmates still alive don't get to me first.[/i] So that left...

He smiled. [i]That left politics.[/i] Find a few men, convince them to come together, lead them... or let them lead him for a while. Whatever sowed harmony until they got off this planet and back to somewhere useful. With whom to ally himself? He supposed that beggars couldn't be choosers - [i]as long as they don't attack me on sight.[/i] He sighed, and walked by the dead man, trailing a hand over his arms. [i]Lots of metal... explains the whole shit with those...[/i] he thought, looking at the bent bars as he walked through them. looking down one end of the inverted hall, he saw a mangled mess of metal. to the other, another cell block or two, then an opening to the outside. Swampy looking. He exited, glad for his all-terrain weatherproof boots, and had a look around. Mostly clear, but there was a young man standing inside the mangled husk of another chunk of prison block - Domhan remembered him as one of the self-styled bounty hunters, "good guys working outside the law;" preposterous nonsense, but useful in this situation. He walked over, keeping out of his line of sight until he was close enough to react in time to the raising of his gun, then made himself visible. 

"Neither of us desire being murdered by the others. Shall we travel together, in mutual protection?"
 
([@Irredeemable])