The two girls screamed as the man that had planted his foot on Sebastian's chest had his head blown half way off his shoulders. One loosened her grip on his arm joint. He pulled his arm and broke the hold. The other girl tried to straddle him to hold him down, but he gripped the collar of her shirt and threw her ot the side. He rolled back and kicked himself to his feet. The other girl grabbed a knife from a nearby body, but as she turned to slice Sebastian a new one, she nearly poked out her eye on the gun he was holding in her face. "Walk away, ma'am. I promise you, if you make any sudden movements, it will be your last mistake." She hesitated for a moment, glaring him down, but backed up and dropped the knife. He then lowered the pistol and shot out a kneecap. She fell to the ground, screaming, but he turned her out as he walked away. Her cohort had hit her head on a wooden box, so that was two birds with one stone. He normally wouldn't do that to a woman, but then again, these women had been raped so much that there was no redemption to them, just broken minds. Sad.

He took his time heading to the prison cage, making sure to check every tent for anymore prisoners. Once at the cage, he grabbed the metal bars and started to bend them. He didn't have the time to look for the key. Once he as nearly finished, the girl from before happened around the corner and saw him ripping open the cage with his bare hands. Sure, they were oldschool iron bars that weren't affected by EMP or AMP unlike many of the laser cages the Illuminavit use and magic fields that Tenau use, but still. "Oh hey. Yeah, don't mind me, just, ya know, ripping open an iron cage." 

Origionally she had worn a look of absolute bewilderment and curiousity upon discovering the scene unfolding before her, but that was quickly reduced to a glare and a frown. [b]"Yes, I can see that,"[/b] she huffed, [b]"Don't tell me you just work out a lot."[/b] His face reflected the mood that hit him, forming a deep scowl as he was reminded of his past. He finished opening the cage gate and let out his rage by ripping the door straight off and throwing it behind him. "Last of a proud people."

The captives that were inside were slow to move out, many of them had their legs broken at the knee so they couldn't run. The ones that weren't injured helped carry them out of the dark and into the sunlight. Once most were out they started to scavenge the camp and move the bodies, those that were injured were tended to, but some refused it just so they could rest and enjoy the sun. The last one out was a skinny woman, long white hair and bright blue eyes. Her clothing suggested that she was definitely tenau, and something about her reminded him of somebody. "Do not expect a thanks from me, scum." She stepped close and spat in his face. "You and your kind do not deserve life." Now he knew where she was from. She was templar. Didn't matter. She wouldn't be bugging him for long anyways.

[b]"Well aren't you just a jar of sunshine and bumble bees,"[/b] the girl grumbled as she stepped up next to Sebastian. Her voice was low. She was trembling, but doing her best to look like she was used to this sort of situation.

The templar woman pulled back her and hand back handed the girl. "Do not speak unless spoken to, wench. You are beneath me and all of society for even considering assisting this pathetic creature."

That gun was still in her hand. The weight increased as she stumbled backward after the impact and became very aware of it's presence. Her hand tightened around the grip.
Sebastian was a little faster however and he placed his hand on the templar's chest and shoved her back. "Back away, templar. Be grateful that you're not dead, bitch." He noticed that the girl was reaching for her gun, but he stopped her. "Don't bother, this templar scum. Save your bullets for something more important, like killing her friends and making her suffer." The temllar stood up, a scowl on her face. "Watch yourself, Prosthetic. You will regret your actions here." One of the other captives drew close. He had a proto-sword in hand, having found one in the arsenal of weapons that the prisoners had. "My lady Annabelle, your quarters are ready." She spat at the two again and accompanied the guard away from the area and entered into a well guarded tent.
Once she was out of sight, Sebastian turned toward the girl and motioned for her to follow him. He lead her to the area where the prisoners kept an arsenal and he found a few weapons for himself. He tossed her a shortsword and grabbed a longsword and a pistol for himself. "Find some clothing that isn't drenched in blood, tell me your name, and I'll tell you a story as we explore this place."

She wasn't ready. When he threw the sword at her she fumbled it in her left hand, it flipped over once and landed on the ground. She scooped it up quickly and brushed the hair out of her face acting as if nothing had happened. Even though her refusal to look at him showed her embarasment. She examined it carefully but only had one thought, [i]What am I supposed to do with this?[/i]

[b]"Right,"[/b] she began sifting through the other contents of the armory, [b]"My name is Brooklyn."[/b] "Pleasure to meet you, Brooklyn. I'm Sebastian, last surviving Prosthetic soldier...ever." 

[b]"The last..."[/b] she trailed off. Brooklyn looked through some spare clothing and rather heavy looking combat vests that all looked like they would be uncomfortable or too big. Why was that term ringing a bell. She plucked up a dark tank-top and a pair of khaki cargo pants that were admittedly in rough shape but would fit and do the job. Somewhere along the line she must have read it. Curses. What she really needed was shoes. Prosthetic... [b]"I think I read something about that when I was in the Academy,"[/b] she thought out loud, [b]"I can't say I know anything about them though. That's where your story comes in right?"[/b] "In a nutshell, my bones, skin, and a few organs are super hardened. Still got all my original organs though, least the important ones. Heart, brain, dick, appendix. It's all there. The old prosthetic gel keeps me alive as well. If you're going to ask about why I'm the last one and what my life story is, don't. You're not going to get it. You at least deserve to know why I can break a man in half." [b]"That's not a story that's a schematic,"[/b] Brooklyn sighed feeling just a little disappointed. The one pair of combat boots she stumbled across must have belonged to a giant. She thought for a minute. One of the corpses out there must have... she shuddered at the thought... but promised herself she would check. [b]"Don't look,"[/b] she demanded and started to pull off her bloodied clothes. To her dismay much of the blood had soaked through and blotched across her skin in places. She scrambled to get changed as quickly as possible. He turned from her and stared outside the tent. "Not exactly going to say my life story to somebody a quarter my age that I met barely two hours ago." [b]"Point taken,"[/b] she conceded and finished dressing, [b]"So what do we do next?"[/b]

Once they were finished in the armory, they made their way back out into the camp and started off for the forest. "First though, why is there a pine forest here? We're in the middle of the ocean around...two hundred miles away from Yolduga. (Yol-dug-uh) A damn tropical resort with palm trees! Well, either way, we get to explore this island. Maybe find a way out of here and back to our lives...well, back to your life. I'll be trying to get off planet."

"Where do you think you're going, Prosthetic?!" The woman, Annabelle, accompanied by a single man with blue eyes and dark blonde hair dressed in an amalgamation of heavy plate and leather with a longsword at his side. "You aren't leaving this camp, freak." "Take a good look at my ass while a walk away, will you? Take a good look at brooklyn's too as she's with me." The two started off, but the templar wouldn't have any of it and chased after them, following. "I'm not letting you out of my site. The second we're off this island, you're going straight back into the executioner's chair and I'm going to make sure that this time, I'll take off your head myself." "You can try, you'll fail horribly, but you can try."