09-10-2015, 09:51 PM
Casey really didn't get to do much sight seeing as he was forced through the gate and into this strange new city. Where ever this was it sure as hell wasn't New York, too clean. Even the air smelled wrong here! Another thing that bothered Casey was that there were a lot of these trooper guys everywhere. It was strange to him since the only time you saw a cop in NYC was when you passed a coffee shop, or where trying to do their job for them. The really didn't like it when you did their jobs better then they did, as Casey found out numerous times. There were a lot of people here too, and they all seemed to be going every which way like they all had something very important to do. People of every shape, size, and race. Wait, maybe even species?
What the hell was that?! I am pretty sure that wasn't a person. If the fact that everyone wasn't human wasn't enough to boggle his poor human mind then their clothing really did it for him. It was like a sci fi movie come to life! All the weirdness wasn't enough for him to not notice how pretty it was here, though. He got lost in the thought of walking these streets with April and Shadow in tow when a high pitch whine made him look up. What could only be described as a really small space ship was landing right in front of them.
As soon as it touched down he was shuffled off at a march into the thing, he could only guess that it was some sort of car, and then driven to god only knows where. The windows were dark and he could barely see out of it but what he saw had him in awe. The buildings were so tall, taller then anything in New York that is for sure! Was that a park they just passed? It was so green! They were probably in the air for maybe 15 minutes though so he didn't get that much of a look around. The car set down again on an out cropping of one of the skyscrapers and he was forced out and into the building. He was brought into an elevator, guard on each side, and then shuffled out again into a white, sterile looking hallway. After a few more minutes of walking he was brought into a room.
The first thing Casey noticed about the room was that it was pretty plain. It seemed to have no windows and a only a table with two chairs in the centre. The air in it was sterile though, it had almost no smell. It was almost as if it had been processed, re processed, and THEN pumped back into the room. Then a chair caught Casey's eye, it was welded to the floor apparently, and he only really noticed that because it also had arm and leg restraints. The rest of it was just smooth and shiny with little lines that seemed to be laser carved into the wall or something, again giving him that sci fi feel to it.
This was not going to be fun.
As expected this chair was meant for Casey. They sat him in it and secured the leg clamps before removing the cuffs and restraining his arms. Well one of them did while the other stood guard with a gun pointed straight at Casey. Apparently they didn't want him to fight back or even have the chance to escape.
Whoever these guys were, they were freaking smart.
After he was secured in his chair they just left, the door sliding closed behind them. Casey was still surprised by that, all these doors sliding without door handles, things floating and what not. With everything he saw on the ride here though he shouldn't really have been surprised. Hell, for all he knew they planned on beaming him to some asteroid or something next! That would suck.
He quickly pushed all these thoughts aside as the door slid open again and a man wearing all black with blue and red squares on his chest walked in holding something Casey just assumed was for taking notes.
”Name?” Wow, this guy was really talkitive! Plus his breath wasn't all that pleasant either. It wasn't bad, like make you vomit bad, but it sure as hell wasn't minty fresh. Don't they have tooth brushes in this future world? Casey noticed the man was standing there just staring at him, so he should probably answer.
“Casey. Casey Jones.” The man worked the device he was holding and then looked up at Casey.
”Do you know why you are here Mister Jones?” The man pushed something on the thing again and set it down on the table before crossing his arms waiting again for a response. At least the questions he was asking weren't tough ones.
“Because I was kidnapped from my family by some creepy grinning freakazoid and transported to a vast white nothingness where I was acting like an idiot and got my ass handed to me by two clowns in white and black costumes?”
The man in the uniform just stared at Casey for a bit then shook his head a bit, like you would at a small child, while tapping a finger against his arm.
“Assaulting a civilian, Assaulting an Imperial trooper, resisting arrest, I could even throw on disturbing the peace and various other chargers if I wanted to. We take these things very seriously on Coruscant.” Casey thought about this for a moment and then realized something. He wasn't actually in this Coruscant place when all that happened!
“Wait, didn't this all happen in the white place and not here? Also that punk was a damn thief! He had it comin' anyway! He will think twice before robbing someone else!” The man in the black uniform actually laughed at this, did he just wipe a tear from his eye? Casey wasn't finding this all that funny and just scowled at him.
”Technicalities. The fact remains what you did was a direct attack against the people of the Empire, so therefor an attack on the Empire itself. Do you know what this means Mister Jones?” The man had pointed a finger at him as if it was a gun. The look he was giving Casey also told him he should probably answer sooner rather then later.
“What? The death penalty? A good talking to?” Apparently the guy didn't find Casey that funny because he pulled a pistol from his side and marched over and pressed it tight against Caseys' forehead. Casey feel the barrel there, and while these things looked like plastic they sure as hell felt like metal.
”IF I kill you do you know what happens Jones? Nothing. Oh, you will die that is for sure but later on you will come back. You are lucky enough to be a Prime.” The man sighed and put the weapon back in his holster. Casey noticed that the man was now rubbing his forehead, like he was getting a headache or something”Not everyone is that lucky.”
After taking a few steps back the man gave Casey a hard stare, one that made him a bit uncomfortable, before his interrogators features seemed to soften a bit. He didn't know what this sudden change of attitude meant, but he was probably about to find out.
”Can I trust you as a man of honour Mister Jones? If I release you from your bonds?” Casey gave the man a hard glare before nodding his head curtly. Starting a fight here and now was not going to get him anywhere, plus where would he go? This place was probably swarming with those trooper guys. The man walked over and released the leg clamps and then the arm ones before taking a step back to watch Casey, hand next to the pistol.
Casey rubbed his wrists then stood up and stretched, slowly as to not make any sudden movements. It was good to get out of that damn chair. He did a few more stretches and felt a few cracks and pops as he did. Was he getting old? Nah, he just needed to exercise more.
“What now boss?” The man motioned for Casey to follow him over to a wall behind them and then touched something next to a large square in the wall that slid away to reveal a window. Casey took a step back out of reflex. This of course made his guard grin a bit before motioning him over to the window.
”Look down there. What do you see?” Casey walked forward and peered out the window.
“Other then everything looking weird as shit, people. A lot of people and other people like things.” Then man next to him nodded and then closed the window cover again before guiding Casey back to the table. Casey sat down in his chair but noted that this time the restraints weren't used. The man in black took the chair on the opposite side of the table and faced Casey, his hands balled up and placed on the table.
”Most of those people do not have the ability to come back from the dead as you do. Some, of course, but not all of them..."” The man let his voice trail off for Casey to fill in the dots.
“So, when they die then they” Casey paused and then realized what this meant. “They stay dead.”
Casey always knew this was an option, hell back home if you died you stayed dead. Lots of people he loved had died! But here? Here it was a joke. They could die but he would keep coming back. He didn't like this, and now he liked this Omni freak even less. This was the cruelest joke of all.
”That's right Casey, they would die and that would be all.” Casey noticed the man was no longer calling him Jones, or Mister Jones. Here was the part where he asked him for something. ”As a Prime though, you could help them. Help protect them!”
So they wanted him to help, but how exactly?
“So what, I'd be a cop or something?” Casey thought about this for a bit. “I mean, I love busting in the skulls of scum bags.”
”Just think about it Casey, help us! We are powerful here, but we can't be everywhere all the time! Plus if you help us then we might be able to help you even.” The man gave Casey a look that sort of reminded him of someone trying out a sales pitch. ”Maybe even help you get back to your family?”
Ouch, he really knew where to hit a man.
“What do you need me to do?” The man smiled at Casey and held up a hand that motioned for him to wait were he was. Getting up from the chair the man in black headed towards the door.
”Stay here,” he told Casey, “I will be back very shortly!”
What the hell was that?! I am pretty sure that wasn't a person. If the fact that everyone wasn't human wasn't enough to boggle his poor human mind then their clothing really did it for him. It was like a sci fi movie come to life! All the weirdness wasn't enough for him to not notice how pretty it was here, though. He got lost in the thought of walking these streets with April and Shadow in tow when a high pitch whine made him look up. What could only be described as a really small space ship was landing right in front of them.
As soon as it touched down he was shuffled off at a march into the thing, he could only guess that it was some sort of car, and then driven to god only knows where. The windows were dark and he could barely see out of it but what he saw had him in awe. The buildings were so tall, taller then anything in New York that is for sure! Was that a park they just passed? It was so green! They were probably in the air for maybe 15 minutes though so he didn't get that much of a look around. The car set down again on an out cropping of one of the skyscrapers and he was forced out and into the building. He was brought into an elevator, guard on each side, and then shuffled out again into a white, sterile looking hallway. After a few more minutes of walking he was brought into a room.
The first thing Casey noticed about the room was that it was pretty plain. It seemed to have no windows and a only a table with two chairs in the centre. The air in it was sterile though, it had almost no smell. It was almost as if it had been processed, re processed, and THEN pumped back into the room. Then a chair caught Casey's eye, it was welded to the floor apparently, and he only really noticed that because it also had arm and leg restraints. The rest of it was just smooth and shiny with little lines that seemed to be laser carved into the wall or something, again giving him that sci fi feel to it.
This was not going to be fun.
As expected this chair was meant for Casey. They sat him in it and secured the leg clamps before removing the cuffs and restraining his arms. Well one of them did while the other stood guard with a gun pointed straight at Casey. Apparently they didn't want him to fight back or even have the chance to escape.
Whoever these guys were, they were freaking smart.
After he was secured in his chair they just left, the door sliding closed behind them. Casey was still surprised by that, all these doors sliding without door handles, things floating and what not. With everything he saw on the ride here though he shouldn't really have been surprised. Hell, for all he knew they planned on beaming him to some asteroid or something next! That would suck.
He quickly pushed all these thoughts aside as the door slid open again and a man wearing all black with blue and red squares on his chest walked in holding something Casey just assumed was for taking notes.
”Name?” Wow, this guy was really talkitive! Plus his breath wasn't all that pleasant either. It wasn't bad, like make you vomit bad, but it sure as hell wasn't minty fresh. Don't they have tooth brushes in this future world? Casey noticed the man was standing there just staring at him, so he should probably answer.
“Casey. Casey Jones.” The man worked the device he was holding and then looked up at Casey.
”Do you know why you are here Mister Jones?” The man pushed something on the thing again and set it down on the table before crossing his arms waiting again for a response. At least the questions he was asking weren't tough ones.
“Because I was kidnapped from my family by some creepy grinning freakazoid and transported to a vast white nothingness where I was acting like an idiot and got my ass handed to me by two clowns in white and black costumes?”
The man in the uniform just stared at Casey for a bit then shook his head a bit, like you would at a small child, while tapping a finger against his arm.
“Assaulting a civilian, Assaulting an Imperial trooper, resisting arrest, I could even throw on disturbing the peace and various other chargers if I wanted to. We take these things very seriously on Coruscant.” Casey thought about this for a moment and then realized something. He wasn't actually in this Coruscant place when all that happened!
“Wait, didn't this all happen in the white place and not here? Also that punk was a damn thief! He had it comin' anyway! He will think twice before robbing someone else!” The man in the black uniform actually laughed at this, did he just wipe a tear from his eye? Casey wasn't finding this all that funny and just scowled at him.
”Technicalities. The fact remains what you did was a direct attack against the people of the Empire, so therefor an attack on the Empire itself. Do you know what this means Mister Jones?” The man had pointed a finger at him as if it was a gun. The look he was giving Casey also told him he should probably answer sooner rather then later.
“What? The death penalty? A good talking to?” Apparently the guy didn't find Casey that funny because he pulled a pistol from his side and marched over and pressed it tight against Caseys' forehead. Casey feel the barrel there, and while these things looked like plastic they sure as hell felt like metal.
”IF I kill you do you know what happens Jones? Nothing. Oh, you will die that is for sure but later on you will come back. You are lucky enough to be a Prime.” The man sighed and put the weapon back in his holster. Casey noticed that the man was now rubbing his forehead, like he was getting a headache or something”Not everyone is that lucky.”
After taking a few steps back the man gave Casey a hard stare, one that made him a bit uncomfortable, before his interrogators features seemed to soften a bit. He didn't know what this sudden change of attitude meant, but he was probably about to find out.
”Can I trust you as a man of honour Mister Jones? If I release you from your bonds?” Casey gave the man a hard glare before nodding his head curtly. Starting a fight here and now was not going to get him anywhere, plus where would he go? This place was probably swarming with those trooper guys. The man walked over and released the leg clamps and then the arm ones before taking a step back to watch Casey, hand next to the pistol.
Casey rubbed his wrists then stood up and stretched, slowly as to not make any sudden movements. It was good to get out of that damn chair. He did a few more stretches and felt a few cracks and pops as he did. Was he getting old? Nah, he just needed to exercise more.
“What now boss?” The man motioned for Casey to follow him over to a wall behind them and then touched something next to a large square in the wall that slid away to reveal a window. Casey took a step back out of reflex. This of course made his guard grin a bit before motioning him over to the window.
”Look down there. What do you see?” Casey walked forward and peered out the window.
“Other then everything looking weird as shit, people. A lot of people and other people like things.” Then man next to him nodded and then closed the window cover again before guiding Casey back to the table. Casey sat down in his chair but noted that this time the restraints weren't used. The man in black took the chair on the opposite side of the table and faced Casey, his hands balled up and placed on the table.
”Most of those people do not have the ability to come back from the dead as you do. Some, of course, but not all of them..."” The man let his voice trail off for Casey to fill in the dots.
“So, when they die then they” Casey paused and then realized what this meant. “They stay dead.”
Casey always knew this was an option, hell back home if you died you stayed dead. Lots of people he loved had died! But here? Here it was a joke. They could die but he would keep coming back. He didn't like this, and now he liked this Omni freak even less. This was the cruelest joke of all.
”That's right Casey, they would die and that would be all.” Casey noticed the man was no longer calling him Jones, or Mister Jones. Here was the part where he asked him for something. ”As a Prime though, you could help them. Help protect them!”
So they wanted him to help, but how exactly?
“So what, I'd be a cop or something?” Casey thought about this for a bit. “I mean, I love busting in the skulls of scum bags.”
”Just think about it Casey, help us! We are powerful here, but we can't be everywhere all the time! Plus if you help us then we might be able to help you even.” The man gave Casey a look that sort of reminded him of someone trying out a sales pitch. ”Maybe even help you get back to your family?”
Ouch, he really knew where to hit a man.
“What do you need me to do?” The man smiled at Casey and held up a hand that motioned for him to wait were he was. Getting up from the chair the man in black headed towards the door.
”Stay here,” he told Casey, “I will be back very shortly!”
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