Federal Arrest
22 Jul 2015WaKKO SicK
I have been arrested. I was in the process of smuggling some Personal Weapons into MV Virginis when I was scanned down and detained at Weits Station. I showed them some fake documents that showed the sale to be legal to a local collector. After about 3 hours, I was officially arrested and thrown into the stations brig. It was apparent that I was considered an enemy of the Federation right off the bat. It was made even more clear how much they hated me when I was transferred to the core for a hearing. In transit they showed me exactly what they thought of me with a Taz Rod and there boots. One of them had to be dragged off of me. Screaming over and over again about his brother who had died to a piece of shit pirate like me. I can still feel the pain in my ribs.My hearing was exactly 2 minutes long. The investigator presented the Federal judge with the evidence, my personal flight recorder. “On this flight recorder you can see the murder of 6 System authority vessels, 4 of which were Federal employees. Lets not forget the civilian vessels this brazen criminal killed, in and out of Federal space. They are so numerous at this time we have not counted all of them. Acoording to current estimates the number is close to 100. Thats 100 inncoent civilians murdered by this criminal.” The judge didn’t need to hear any more. He sentenced me to 100 years in federal prison colony on the outskirts of known space. That was his mistake. And mine was not removing the flight recorder from my ship. The judge never even looked at me but he did leave me with these parting words. “WaKKO SicK, you are a danger to the galactic society, if I ever see you again, I will kill you myself.”
I was transported to the Penal colony the next day. Again I was shown the hospitality of the Federals. i was beaten so bad my right knee was broken. I don’t think I will ever be able to walk on it again. When they kick connected to my leg I could feel the soft flesh that held the knee cap togther just give up. It burned and I started to scream like a little girl. This was very humorous to those who were present. The beating stopped but the laughter and screams did not.
When we landed on the penal colony, life got a hell of alot better. Its funny, but I have never been a real friendly person. Never really had alot of friends. Never any time to make any on my fathers ship, and during my career I had never really stopped to talk to anyone. But as soon as I made it into the penal colony I was given proper medical care, a warm meal, and people who knew who I was and wanted to make me comfortable. The penal colonies are run by the prisoners. Those who are paid to work there are actually X-prisoners themselves. Trusted just enough to request and receive supplies from the outside world. Believe it or not most of my time there was spent recovering from my knee injury. The rest was spent making ammo for multicannons. I am supposed to be here for my entire life. But after my knee injury I was told someone might be intrested in buying my freedom. I would have to agree to a couple of demands. And they wanted to meet me and talk to me. I would have to wait though. Patience is now my only virtue left.