04-19-2015, 03:50 PM
Alarm bells blared over the leaky speakers in the facility as a distant guard shouted down the hallway, “BEHEMOTH! THIS IS THE LAST TIME YOU TRY TO ESCAPE! Just because my sister is sweet on you doesn’t mean you can get away with...”
As his heavy footsteps approached the uniformed forces neared the sealed off corridor and halted at the clear door that was now deployed the other side of the silver and green rusted bars. As the guard leaned inward he got a good look at the bubble of a room. The cell was completely submerged in water and as this is a state-of-the-art prison, the technology was immediately deployed to cage the beasts that were trying to make a jail break.
Gildarts escaped with the help of an unlikely ally. A villain named Behemoth who has had years to think of the ultimate escape plan but needed a Prime’s help to execute it. The walls crash and water floods into their cell that seals off with glass-like steel panels to keep the other prisoners from drowning and the whole hall from submerging underwater. But when the guards come to investigate, bracing for the worst, they find the two prisoners sitting in their cell (and not drowning) as normal as ever.
Granted, they were submerged in water and the cement wall had sprung a four-foot leak. The guards only saw the two dummies that look similar to the prisoners, but have been distorted both by the water and the memory enchantment that had Behemoth placed on them. Had Behemoth been a Prime, he could have conjured his own with Omnilium. But it was an even trade for Gildarts who had now rightfully earned his freedom. Now no one would be searching for them because no one would know they had even escaped.
When the mix of guards and storm troopers neared to investigate this breach, expecting their worst fears realized, they saw something they didn't expect: Obedience.
It was a sight to be seen, the two criminals sat in the room as normal as ever and didn’t appear to have even attempted escape by swimming through the gaping hole. “T-that’s right!” a surprised guard gasped, “You must cower under the Empire’s rule, even for rebels like you there is no escape. Suffocate or die by our might!” The valiant words never reached the dummies that had taken Gildarts and Behemoth’s place in the cell.
Another spoke, “You fool, if we let them die it’s as good as an escape. The warden’ll kill us! And the Admiral... He’ll make us wish we were dead.”
After about ten minutes the many guards took just in finding the lever that deployed additional ‘safety’ measures, the room was drained once more and the men were left with two soggy looking robots that imitated the faces of the two prisoners once in their cells. No one even suspected what had really become of the Prime and his prisoner ally. And while Storm Troopers in the video surveillance room looked closely at the radar scanners and security monitors, they could see no traces of abnormality around the terrain that surrounded the underwater penitentiary.
...
Saline water gushed into the room the second he had broken the wall. It wasn’t a massive break, but the heavy pressure alone that rolled in with the force of a single tsunami could have killed them both if they hadn’t used the bracing technique essential to their survival.
Gildarts was initially surprised when Behemoth had told him they would be breaking out on the outside of the jail, where it seemed like a harder task to successfully pull off and remembered their conversation well.
[spoiler]“Huh? That doesn’t make sense though, you can alter their memories, so why not just go up the way they brought us in?”
Sarcasm was laden with Behemoth’s sneering voice, “Oh yes because they so frequently release prisoners when they have them in their grasp. You have all the answers don’t you?” Before the orange clad prisoner continued, “No, you see, checking in is simple, checking out is impossible. Even if we stole their uniforms and masks as a disguise, this place is not only an ever-changing maze (each location has a specific algorithm) but we would be busted in an instant. See those over there?” He paused to point at a distant security camera, it had a black eye and the lens was zoomed in on the narrow hallway as he brought Gildarts’ attention to it, “That’s a camera. I know, I know, you probably don’t know what that is, but let me explain. The restriction has to do with the extent of my capability. Its much harder for me to guess who is on the other side watching, so I can’t always alter their memories as they are watching the video of us and our current actions, live.” Behemoth then proceeded to tell Gildarts the many functions of a camera.
“But how would they know it was us under a mask like that?” Gildarts wondered and did not see a camera in their current cell.
“Anything suspicious and they would catch on, even if we kidnapped the guards outside of the camera’s range of sight, it would be an ineffective tactic. So anyway, as I was saying, the check in process is easy, but people -not even the guards- ever really check out. Everyone is a prisoner down here, they just don’t know it. There are simulators and dozens of tests they have to take. The Admiral probably left because he recognized it. Fine man he is. Anyway, the reason for the layers of difficulty is because every guard in this facility must check out the same way. Meaning even the ones from below with more elaborate schemes than this. I myself have tried and failed the route many times. I deem it impossible for a single man, not to mention two.” Behemoth read the Prime’s mind again, “Wait a moment, you are forgetting that if you broke out from inside they would initiate an automatic lockdown until the trigger prisoner were in custody. Yes, I realize if we can make dummies of ourselves, why not take the risk? Well, even after the lockdown were released there is no guarantee that we would be able to escape under the faces of another. As I told you, its simply just not an option. Man, you Primes have it worse down here though, I’ve seen many of you get into fights but no one ever seems to die.” With another chuckle he joked, “Mus’ be somethin’ in the water.”
Gildarts still didn’t know that Primes were immortal, he had a vague sense of the power they held over secondaries like Behemoth, however the prisoner didn’t offer the information to Gildarts because of the risk that Gildarts would kill himself to escape and leave Behemoth behind. The Prime pondered the possibilities for a moment.
“If you are from the lowest tier, how did you get up here?” Gildarts finally asked out loud.
Behemoth suddenly grew rigid, his eyes tensed and deployed into Gildarts as venomous daggers that stung at the touch. Gildarts held the gaze and narrowed his own. Behemoth had not sensed these thoughts on his mind, “It seems I’ve been too open with you Prime. To think you would have picked up on this that quickly.”
“Why else would we rush?” Gildarts eyed the malnourished prisoner, it wasn’t exactly rocket science, however from what he had told Gildarts, only Primes were held under the lowest tiers. Behemoth was undeniably a secondary. “It seems I’m the final key to your very elaborate puzzle. And I think I’d like to know what you did to get such a threateningly high rank.”
“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.” Behemoth snarled at Gildarts, who needed to know what sort of weapon that would be unleashed with their escape. “The rush? I think you can guess at least that accurately. When was the last time you saw the light of the sun? Yesterday? I see it through the memories of men but it has been an eternity since I have felt it on my own skin. It is one of my wishes when we escape. You may be a Prime Gildarts, but I allow you to think what you do.”
“This is not about what you don’t have, we both have motives to escape. I’m already impressed you made it this far up granted what you have told me of below. But I’m sure you didn’t do it alone. Not a man like you. How many guards did you kill? Or did you double-cross to ascend to the top floor?” Gildarts layered his voice with the tones of a challenge as the unshakable residue of suspicion flavored his mind. “Know this, I won’t be your final sacrifice.”[/spoiler]
...
The top tier was the only one that was above the underwater ocean floor. The condensed sandy ground they had built the prison within probably acted as an additional wall to the jail and a foolproof security measure. With pressure reinforced underground earth and a dense fortress that spanned for miles underground, it was a well used tactical design to utilize the terrain to their advantage. The rest of the tiers that increased with the grade of crime were buried deep below the surface and probably required elevators and secret chimneys just to ventilate air, not to mention each became more difficult to access than the last. This was a place where a single man could loose his wits and break his mind in a second that could last for eons. The dangers that rumbled below were much greater than he alone could fathom. Gildarts could only guess how long it had taken Behemoth to climb to the top (due to his withered appearance), only to have been stopped by the same security measures he had faced many times below. He no longer had the power to escape alone, whatever magic he had used was now drained from his very bones. A horrible fate, even for a criminal.
Behemoth was a secondary, and must have done something unforgivable to have been locked up down there with the most dangerous Primes imaginable. Enemies of the Empire, just like Gildarts. The Prime wondered how many were guilty and how many crimes had been fabricated just to keep this institution running. Those taxes Martha paid probably sink right into this hole. Or at least, that’s how he vaguely imagined it worked.
The Prime never attained his answer, even as he went along with the plan as scheduled. He had ruptured the wall on Behemoth’s mark and they rushed through before the guillotine-like barricade could fall upon them. The pair of prisoners ditched their robotic dummies whose circuits were nearly immune to the water due to a fleshy insulation as the real versions of the men vanished under the cover of a ’Deep night.
Why Gildarts was covered in aquamarine paint, he could only guess, but it tasted like metal on his lips. As he swam through the water, stinging salt bit at his eyes. A glance over to Behemoth showed Gildarts the reason of their blue paint, the secondary, who was now almost undetectable to the naked eye, had blended with perfect finesse to the very shade of the blue water they now swam through.
Apparently the Empire’s security measures weren’t the only thing they had to worry about, Behemoth had explained threats that were much worse in this part of the ocean. It was part of the reason the weaker prisoners didn’t attempt escape by breaking the walls to the outside, they feared fate more than death. Gildarts was a little slower in the water due to his heavy limbs but he could tell Behemoth had matched his pace despite the enthusiasm that kindled in his slanted brown eyes against the aquatic backdrop that was the color of his face.
They swam for a few minutes as the distance between them and their metal cage grew; aided only by little devices that allowed them to breathe beneath the water. It fit under his lips like a mouthpiece and was virtually undetectable to the Empire’s elite technology. Most importantly, it created air whenever he sucked in a breath. Apparently this was the only scuba gear that would not break under the ever-changing pressure and fit their needs when the altitude would increase.
Behemoth, apparently, forgot to tell Gildarts that this was a fourteen-hour escape plan. He endured the fight against the many speeds of currents that pressed against him and finally, they made it to the first marked barrier. The invisible stone.
As his heavy footsteps approached the uniformed forces neared the sealed off corridor and halted at the clear door that was now deployed the other side of the silver and green rusted bars. As the guard leaned inward he got a good look at the bubble of a room. The cell was completely submerged in water and as this is a state-of-the-art prison, the technology was immediately deployed to cage the beasts that were trying to make a jail break.
Gildarts escaped with the help of an unlikely ally. A villain named Behemoth who has had years to think of the ultimate escape plan but needed a Prime’s help to execute it. The walls crash and water floods into their cell that seals off with glass-like steel panels to keep the other prisoners from drowning and the whole hall from submerging underwater. But when the guards come to investigate, bracing for the worst, they find the two prisoners sitting in their cell (and not drowning) as normal as ever.
Granted, they were submerged in water and the cement wall had sprung a four-foot leak. The guards only saw the two dummies that look similar to the prisoners, but have been distorted both by the water and the memory enchantment that had Behemoth placed on them. Had Behemoth been a Prime, he could have conjured his own with Omnilium. But it was an even trade for Gildarts who had now rightfully earned his freedom. Now no one would be searching for them because no one would know they had even escaped.
When the mix of guards and storm troopers neared to investigate this breach, expecting their worst fears realized, they saw something they didn't expect: Obedience.
It was a sight to be seen, the two criminals sat in the room as normal as ever and didn’t appear to have even attempted escape by swimming through the gaping hole. “T-that’s right!” a surprised guard gasped, “You must cower under the Empire’s rule, even for rebels like you there is no escape. Suffocate or die by our might!” The valiant words never reached the dummies that had taken Gildarts and Behemoth’s place in the cell.
Another spoke, “You fool, if we let them die it’s as good as an escape. The warden’ll kill us! And the Admiral... He’ll make us wish we were dead.”
After about ten minutes the many guards took just in finding the lever that deployed additional ‘safety’ measures, the room was drained once more and the men were left with two soggy looking robots that imitated the faces of the two prisoners once in their cells. No one even suspected what had really become of the Prime and his prisoner ally. And while Storm Troopers in the video surveillance room looked closely at the radar scanners and security monitors, they could see no traces of abnormality around the terrain that surrounded the underwater penitentiary.
...
Saline water gushed into the room the second he had broken the wall. It wasn’t a massive break, but the heavy pressure alone that rolled in with the force of a single tsunami could have killed them both if they hadn’t used the bracing technique essential to their survival.
Gildarts was initially surprised when Behemoth had told him they would be breaking out on the outside of the jail, where it seemed like a harder task to successfully pull off and remembered their conversation well.
[spoiler]“Huh? That doesn’t make sense though, you can alter their memories, so why not just go up the way they brought us in?”
Sarcasm was laden with Behemoth’s sneering voice, “Oh yes because they so frequently release prisoners when they have them in their grasp. You have all the answers don’t you?” Before the orange clad prisoner continued, “No, you see, checking in is simple, checking out is impossible. Even if we stole their uniforms and masks as a disguise, this place is not only an ever-changing maze (each location has a specific algorithm) but we would be busted in an instant. See those over there?” He paused to point at a distant security camera, it had a black eye and the lens was zoomed in on the narrow hallway as he brought Gildarts’ attention to it, “That’s a camera. I know, I know, you probably don’t know what that is, but let me explain. The restriction has to do with the extent of my capability. Its much harder for me to guess who is on the other side watching, so I can’t always alter their memories as they are watching the video of us and our current actions, live.” Behemoth then proceeded to tell Gildarts the many functions of a camera.
“But how would they know it was us under a mask like that?” Gildarts wondered and did not see a camera in their current cell.
“Anything suspicious and they would catch on, even if we kidnapped the guards outside of the camera’s range of sight, it would be an ineffective tactic. So anyway, as I was saying, the check in process is easy, but people -not even the guards- ever really check out. Everyone is a prisoner down here, they just don’t know it. There are simulators and dozens of tests they have to take. The Admiral probably left because he recognized it. Fine man he is. Anyway, the reason for the layers of difficulty is because every guard in this facility must check out the same way. Meaning even the ones from below with more elaborate schemes than this. I myself have tried and failed the route many times. I deem it impossible for a single man, not to mention two.” Behemoth read the Prime’s mind again, “Wait a moment, you are forgetting that if you broke out from inside they would initiate an automatic lockdown until the trigger prisoner were in custody. Yes, I realize if we can make dummies of ourselves, why not take the risk? Well, even after the lockdown were released there is no guarantee that we would be able to escape under the faces of another. As I told you, its simply just not an option. Man, you Primes have it worse down here though, I’ve seen many of you get into fights but no one ever seems to die.” With another chuckle he joked, “Mus’ be somethin’ in the water.”
Gildarts still didn’t know that Primes were immortal, he had a vague sense of the power they held over secondaries like Behemoth, however the prisoner didn’t offer the information to Gildarts because of the risk that Gildarts would kill himself to escape and leave Behemoth behind. The Prime pondered the possibilities for a moment.
“If you are from the lowest tier, how did you get up here?” Gildarts finally asked out loud.
Behemoth suddenly grew rigid, his eyes tensed and deployed into Gildarts as venomous daggers that stung at the touch. Gildarts held the gaze and narrowed his own. Behemoth had not sensed these thoughts on his mind, “It seems I’ve been too open with you Prime. To think you would have picked up on this that quickly.”
“Why else would we rush?” Gildarts eyed the malnourished prisoner, it wasn’t exactly rocket science, however from what he had told Gildarts, only Primes were held under the lowest tiers. Behemoth was undeniably a secondary. “It seems I’m the final key to your very elaborate puzzle. And I think I’d like to know what you did to get such a threateningly high rank.”
“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.” Behemoth snarled at Gildarts, who needed to know what sort of weapon that would be unleashed with their escape. “The rush? I think you can guess at least that accurately. When was the last time you saw the light of the sun? Yesterday? I see it through the memories of men but it has been an eternity since I have felt it on my own skin. It is one of my wishes when we escape. You may be a Prime Gildarts, but I allow you to think what you do.”
“This is not about what you don’t have, we both have motives to escape. I’m already impressed you made it this far up granted what you have told me of below. But I’m sure you didn’t do it alone. Not a man like you. How many guards did you kill? Or did you double-cross to ascend to the top floor?” Gildarts layered his voice with the tones of a challenge as the unshakable residue of suspicion flavored his mind. “Know this, I won’t be your final sacrifice.”[/spoiler]
...
The top tier was the only one that was above the underwater ocean floor. The condensed sandy ground they had built the prison within probably acted as an additional wall to the jail and a foolproof security measure. With pressure reinforced underground earth and a dense fortress that spanned for miles underground, it was a well used tactical design to utilize the terrain to their advantage. The rest of the tiers that increased with the grade of crime were buried deep below the surface and probably required elevators and secret chimneys just to ventilate air, not to mention each became more difficult to access than the last. This was a place where a single man could loose his wits and break his mind in a second that could last for eons. The dangers that rumbled below were much greater than he alone could fathom. Gildarts could only guess how long it had taken Behemoth to climb to the top (due to his withered appearance), only to have been stopped by the same security measures he had faced many times below. He no longer had the power to escape alone, whatever magic he had used was now drained from his very bones. A horrible fate, even for a criminal.
Behemoth was a secondary, and must have done something unforgivable to have been locked up down there with the most dangerous Primes imaginable. Enemies of the Empire, just like Gildarts. The Prime wondered how many were guilty and how many crimes had been fabricated just to keep this institution running. Those taxes Martha paid probably sink right into this hole. Or at least, that’s how he vaguely imagined it worked.
The Prime never attained his answer, even as he went along with the plan as scheduled. He had ruptured the wall on Behemoth’s mark and they rushed through before the guillotine-like barricade could fall upon them. The pair of prisoners ditched their robotic dummies whose circuits were nearly immune to the water due to a fleshy insulation as the real versions of the men vanished under the cover of a ’Deep night.
Why Gildarts was covered in aquamarine paint, he could only guess, but it tasted like metal on his lips. As he swam through the water, stinging salt bit at his eyes. A glance over to Behemoth showed Gildarts the reason of their blue paint, the secondary, who was now almost undetectable to the naked eye, had blended with perfect finesse to the very shade of the blue water they now swam through.
Apparently the Empire’s security measures weren’t the only thing they had to worry about, Behemoth had explained threats that were much worse in this part of the ocean. It was part of the reason the weaker prisoners didn’t attempt escape by breaking the walls to the outside, they feared fate more than death. Gildarts was a little slower in the water due to his heavy limbs but he could tell Behemoth had matched his pace despite the enthusiasm that kindled in his slanted brown eyes against the aquatic backdrop that was the color of his face.
They swam for a few minutes as the distance between them and their metal cage grew; aided only by little devices that allowed them to breathe beneath the water. It fit under his lips like a mouthpiece and was virtually undetectable to the Empire’s elite technology. Most importantly, it created air whenever he sucked in a breath. Apparently this was the only scuba gear that would not break under the ever-changing pressure and fit their needs when the altitude would increase.
Behemoth, apparently, forgot to tell Gildarts that this was a fourteen-hour escape plan. He endured the fight against the many speeds of currents that pressed against him and finally, they made it to the first marked barrier. The invisible stone.
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