The lights from the multiple torches and candles in the steam-powered vessel blinded Sebastian as the hood he was forced to wear was removed. His eyes soon adjusted and he heard the rustling of chains and shackles around him, dozens of people have been taken it seems. Sebastian shook his head of the pain that struck his right temple, though it bit at him slightly. One of the few places left on him that felt pain. Damn high-guard know where to strike. He was silent as the guards when by removing the hoods on everybody's head one by one. The steam vessel they were in, prison ship more like it, was a large one, able to hold hundreds easily. Most likely was the primary vessel to transport prisoners to Rook Island Maximum Security penitentiary, a place smack dab in the middle of the Dead Zone. The only place on the whole of Planet Arcadia where there is no such thing as magic or electronics. Used originally as an offering to the Tenau before war was declared. Now it's discreetly used by both to offload prisoners of war.

The whole ship was powered by steam and lit by torches and oil lanterns. Crude and inneffective, but it was one of the few technologies that could work in the dead zone. He tried to stretch a bit as his bones were starting to creak from the disuse, but his hands were bound. They were made of crude iron unfortunately and he would be able to break out of them very easily, but he'd have to wait until nobody was looking. Just to try a test, he bent them slightly to make sure his body still worked. Upon nearly breaking the chain, he affirmed it. There were screams of a woman down the line as she pleaded for an answer as to why she was taken captive. It was quickly turned into begging for her life as the guard pulled a gun on her then was silenced as a bang echoed throughout the ship. "Damn" he said to nobody in particular. "Next thing you know a child will yell out for her mother-and there it is. Poor kid." Just as a guard came to smack him to be quiet, the whole ship lurched as something giant hit them. All was frozen for a minute as everybody started to look around, as if thinking the previous hit was but a dream.

Something went off in the back of his mind, a warning, premonition...something. It forced him into action and Sebastian stood up then, breaking out of his iron shackles and grabbing the nearby guard, yelling "GET DOWN" in the process. Just as he dragged the guard to the ground, the ship lurched again, but this time broke through. A torpedo of some sort blew open the side of the hull, letting the dark blue ocean pour through. The water filled up the lower deck quickly, many of the prisoners were shackled to the wall and were drowned quickly. Sebastian would have too if he didn't have a resperator built into his damn lungs. The fact that he couldn't swim made it even worse for him. He tried to save as many as he could, focusing on the women and children that were here, but he didn't save many. The guards helped as best as they could, but they were only human. From the upper decks, guards in hydro suits joined in the rescue, with respirators as well, they didn't bother helping the remaining prisoners gasping for breath as the ship started to go down. One broke free and was trying to fight to take a guards' weapon to protect himself. Sebastian tried to make his way over to the remaining prisoners as they pulled against their chains, but another explosion against the hull sent him hurling upwards and into the ceiling. He hit his head on the ceiling and went black.

The next thing he knew, he felt the sun beating down onto his body and hot sand underneath his head and neck. Opening his eyes, he was once again blinded, but this time by the unrelenting sun. He lifted up his arm to shield his eyes from the ultra-violet rays of the sun and sat up. Before he could even try and figure out where he was, he heard screaming coming from his right. He stood up quickly, nearly falling over again from losing his balance, and saw two of the prisoners on the ground. One was trying to force himself on the woman underneath him. The man he recognized as one of the more dangerous prisoners, the one that was trying to fight a guard. The woman kicked and screamed, slapping the man and punching him. Sebastian started sprinting, faster than that of a normal human. He pumped his arms and took three big leaps before reaching them and slamming his foot into the man's sternum. The shattering of bone and stream of blood signaled the man's death as he flew down the coast line a little and impacted against a large rock.

He breathed steadily, the run having taken a little out of his still recovering body. He turned toward the woman he just rescued, she was frozen, waiting for him to do something. He held out his hand and spoke. "Sebastian. Pleasure"