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... Wellcome, Director Jackson
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Accesing prison station Sugarland database...
Accesing record 7596...
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------------------------------------------------------- Prisoner: 7596/O Nationality: Outcast Name: Dante
-Note:Prisoner refused to reveal his name, information based on evidence found in escape pod Station: LPI Sugarland Placed under arrest : 813 AS Arrested: Found in escape module Arrested for: Crimes aginst Liberty Arrested for 175 years
Personal informations Biologicall age: 33 at the time of capture Health status: Healthy, no illness found Hair color:Dark green / brown
-Doctor's note: No signs od dye found, suggested genetic mutation caused by cardamine usage or
possibly radiation. Eye color: Gold/Amber, Gray/Silver
-Doctor's Note: As is stated above. Altough we suspect that the "gold" right eye is "synthetic", altough
working perfectly like his very own. Not confirmed, since we were not able to do closer examination. Weight: 71 Kilograms Height: 179 Centimeters Body shape: Slim with musculature Notes: Cardamine addiction. Fully resistant to all sedatives we've had. No more biological
abmormalities found, with exception for little amount of unknown substance found in blood. We, again,
suspect cardamine or radiation caused minor mutation with no evident effects.
Psychological examination results
Examinating : Dr. George Brunhild
This Outcast is the ideal demostration of monster, or rather professional assassin. He seems to be hightly
intelligent with a fast mind, in a good physical form, lacking any and all things that can be considered moral.
During our speech, it was evident, that he is not taking it seriously. He often used a strong sarcasm and
refused to answer several questions. From what I saw, he also lacks a common sense in several .. things.
He won't hesitate twice to kill someone, and propably finds killing very enjoyable, funny even. I recommend
to put him under isolation in wing C and long term observation can reveal more about his personality.
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-"So,mister Brunhild, can you honestly answer me, if I'll break your neck, will I get my today's share of food?" "Erm. Well, please, do not be foolish, this is serious situation you are in, and you are tied as well."
-"Seriously... Am I tied?" "You, you are 7596."
-"Oh really. But not anymore I belive." "What?"
*sound of falling chair, steps and yelling "Guards" follows, then the record ends*
Notes
> Prisoner 7596 killed 2 other prisoners in a fist fight, rumored to be bacause of bet. - Guard Hugh Anderson
> I urge my request to put prisoner 7596 under isolation and monitoring in wing C as Dr. Brunhild suggested
before two months. - S. J.
> Request of doctor Jennings refused, prisoner 7596 is too dangerous to be used as subject for Cryer,
sending prisoners 859 and 4562 instead. -Director Damian Jackson
> 7596 moved to cell with 7 Corsairs. They will surely solve our problems for us. -Jackson
> Unexpected scenario. These damned Corsairs started to respect 7596, and now they seem to work like
servants for him. I honestly admit, I do NOT understand this. It also seems like someone of guards is
Smuggling Cardamine for 7596. Investigation is in process. Sggestion: Bribed 'em all -Jackson
> Guard Anderson was found dead under one of the beds in cell 17. We naturally suspect 7596. His defense
was "Oh? How did that get there?", franky, there is nothing to be seen on security cameras, nor we know
How Anderson get even close to the cell. So we indeed do not know "How did it get there". The security in
whole block was tightened and several hidden cameras were added. -Jackson
... 3 years 265 days later
> Today's inspection revealed the horrible fact about cell 17. It was suspicious that all inhibitanth were lying
in the bed for whole hour without any movements. All 8 prisoners are dead, or rather 7 prisoners, and one
unknown person. 7596 is missing, and considered on the run. We still do not know what and how happened,
neither we know who is the person liing in 7596's bed and how did he get on the station and in the cell. -Jackson
> 2 more dead guards were found in the ventilation shaft, again with broken necks. It is now clear, that the
station was infiltrated. There is an alert in whole station, even though the 7596 is gone, we still can find the
traitor in our ranks. -Jackson
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The terminal's monitor turns black and the person in Guard uniform smiles. "See, the bad guys are always winning, Damien." Told the person, while looking on body in a
lake of blood on the floor. The person took a pack of cigarettes from the table and walked out of the office.
The man closes and locks the door with inscription "Director D. Jackson" behind him and with happy whistle,
walks the corridor towards the dock.
I buy things I don't want to make an impression on people I don't like.
...and so, the man finally arrived in the dock. It was suprisingly empty, free of all people, with exception for few
robots working on cleaning and refueling the ships. "Well, well, that must be it..." He whispered, took
of the guard helmet and threw it away. He seemed to be a little nervous, all of sudden, while he was closing
to shininy-clean Patriot, standing in the corner. "So... anyone home?" he shouted and a small moment
later, the cockpit opened. "Come in, do no harm, and let's be outta here..." head with messy green hair
appeared in the window of cockpit "...Hell, D, that's the first time I see you without glasses. Fast, I want to
be home as soon as possible."
"Just why is this so small... Damned Liberty..." Told the green haired man, while sitting on legs of the
other one. "You know, Edward, I am really- ... so glad you are comming home again, from this rathole, I
have really missed you, we all did." A while of silence "D. Do you realise how strage that sounds, when
are telling this to guy sitting on you?" The silnce was interrupted by a robotic voice "Verification completed.
You are free to launch, director Jackson. Safe flight.
"I should have choose to be in the cargo space designed for mines. This is really terrible. Don't take it
personally." Said Edward, while he was attemping to move on other side of cockpit, so D would be able to
see outside and avoid scrap metal around, "Nearly there... Nearly... Rochester...where are you...?" - "Wait.
You mean you don't know where exactly in the field we are now?"
Right after the Patriot docked, Edward jumped out and seemed to be really happy. Right after him D walked
out, slowly, as his legs felt like if they were made of stone. Two Junkers, one tall and slim, other short and
fat, looking like some cartoon duo came to him, right when he was trying to make his legs movable again.
"So, you have made it" Told the first "And you were both in the cockpit, I mean, wow, I was having
troubles to fit in alone." Laughted the second. D presented him with so cold sifgt, that the Junker could
feel it in the bones "Erm. Anyways I am sorry but you are early, your ship is not here yet, it will be ready
in next two hours... Can you go to the bar? I'll pay it." - "You don't have to fear official poping up here,
we will call you when it's all done." added the shorter one.
I buy things I don't want to make an impression on people I don't like.