Back Story
19 Nov 2022VoxWhitefang
It was June 3309 i think; After 4 Years as a slave, I escaped. I Hid myself away in a Cargo Container of Parts and Materials headed for Timbalderis, and how i made it out is beyond me. When i awoke i was in some medical wing, 2 armed guards outside the door to my room. Everything was a haze, and everything hurt.Some Attending Nurse Called for assistance to my room when they realized I was awake. about 5 minutes later, 2 doctors a few Suits, and the 2-armed guards came in.
I assumed I was caught and was about to be sent back or killed for Escaping, but what followed was unexpected. The Man in the Suit asked a single question, if I had remembered what happened on the Transport ship, I was found in. I was confused, and my assumption by my reaction he knew i knew nothing and left.
Then one of the doctors asked what i did remember, so i told them my story. How i lived secluded from most civilization, Simple home I
suppose, living in the remains of a crashed Anaconda. How i was found, assumed to be the sole survivor of the crash, and quickly taken from my home and thrown into a slave camp under the assumption i was involved in whose ship it was.
The camp was bad, what you think bad is its worse. when we weren't mining endlessly for whatever our capturers could sell, we were experimented on. most died from the experiments, those who didn't? well it was grotesque. Some of the miners began having... mutations, others go dormant, a few go berserk and are eventually put down. then there was the small group i was bundled with. we tired less, worked longer, our injuries healed seemingly over night. Eventually we stopped mining altogether, and were put to harsher tests. These Scientists sought to test the limits of our new found abilities.
There was 4 of us.
Shavon, the brute i called her. Dont think there was anything she couldnt move with brute force minus a mountain maybe.
James, i called him the listener. This man could hear foot steps in space if he put his attention to it.
Diana, she had a knack for running and climbing alike. called her a ballarina once, dared her to climb a cliff side with one hand, Shavon gave me a knot on my head to remember.
Then there was me. you wouldnt think i was anything special, neither did they at first, nearly scrapped me like the others who lost their minds. The only noticable change at first was my teeth. Lost em all in nearly a day. and for a few weeks that all that was noticable other than a little boost in my stamina, used to have Tinnitus real that is gone completely, and i could do pullups in the cell they kept us all in.
I woke up one night to heavy pain from my face. ended up tranquilized because the screaming and the frantic behavior. when i woke up i was back in the cell, confused, thirsty but no more pain. Diana saw me first, was frantic and nearly in tears. Found out i was unconcious for 10 days, and i was about to be "recycled"
James wouldnt leave the other side of the cell, like he was terrified. Shavon was on guard near Diana. When i asked what happened Shavon scooped me up and took me to the mirror. What i saw, wasnt me anymore.
Hair growth, muscle growth, my teeth were sharp and almost to big for my mouth. I grabbed onto Shavons shirt and asked what happened to me.
Then i suppose i passed out again, becuase the next thing i remembered i was in a new cell, didnt recognize the room... smelled different, looked... cleaner.
i called for them, for hours. then i heard the lock on the door clink. And a man ive never seen before approached me. said i was what hes been searching for. i asked where my other cell mates were. all he said was not to concern myself with that anymore.
Some years had gone by, test after test, trial after trial, and more out of the ordinary experiments. All the while i could only think of my friends.
One day i mustered up the courage to ask again, if my friends were alive. The doctors stopped typing on his photo screen, took a deep breath and said under labored breath.
"Maybe, when your transformation occurred, your group was separated and divided amongst other research groups."
What could i do i thought, i have to find them, i thought. these thoughts only spiraled in my head until the doctors clapped his hands to get my attention to calm myself. Machine beeping and flashing started dwindling away and i could only think of their faces.
about 4 months after that the doctor began showing signs of illness, he was winded easily, he didn't talk much anymore. his work cycles grew shorter and the tests less and less. Then. nothing.. i was alone for what seemed like weeks. one night i woke to the sound of engines powering down.
Armed to the teeth these men came and i was taken. Found out later it was some Scavenger Group looking for anything they could fit into their ship. I was sold off and landed right back into a labor came, though this time i suppose i was more prepared. after some time of flying under the radar, i saw how i could get out. Transports ran every 9 days, on transport day mining stopped to tend to the injured, rest the exhausted and repairs to equipment and such.
I made my escape then. i loaded myself into the store array the night prior. the materials were basically unloaded into these containers by shoots. so i made sure i was amongst the rock.
Then i awoke here.......