Thread: Jail-House Bitch (books and Magi)

The shuttle decreased its speed, the humming of the engines becoming more pronounced as it neared its assigned docking station. Within, the new inmates sat in shackles, casting wary glances at their fellow felons or staring morosely at the metallic flooring of the three quarters full transport vehicle. A slight, fair-haired young woman craned her neck as the administration block of the female wing came into view, peering through a narrow, reinforced window at the first glimpses of what was to be her new home. Of course there was little to see, what with the vast majority of the facility buried deep beneath the surface of the moon itself, but even this lone, visible representation of the prison made Kaci's stomach lurch wildly within her. Harkin Penal Correctional Facility, its reputation proceeded it, known as the roughest and most infamous prison in the system and beyond, a hive of absolute scum and villainy. I'm going to die here... Panic rose up to choke her, her heart hammering wildly within her chest as the shuttle slowed and coupled with the docking station with a shuddering thud. She didn't belong amidst her fellow convicts. Most were well muscled, tattooed, scarred, or had a combination of all three, with hard stares and cold exteriors. Kaci's eyes were full of fear and startling blue, her blonde hair gathered back behind her head in a hasty pony tail, complexion fair and clear. She was short and slim, with no visible signs of sporting any old wounds or inked patterns. On your feet! The command issued by a red, square faced brute was followed swiftly by the heavy clang of his night stick against the nearest solid object, urging the orange-clad occupants to lurch to their feet and shuffle their way off the shuttle. Kaci was one of the last to exit the transport, allowed only a brief moment's hesitation before a heavy hand fell upon her shoulder and drove her onward and into the docking area. Oh god... A muffled conversation was taking place nearby, their chaperone handing over the necessary documentation to the guards that had been awaiting them. The cold metal that encircled her wrists suddenly felt heavy, the activity around her growing distant and fuzzy as the heavy doors that lead into the prison-proper drew open slowly. She wanted to scream, to run back to the shuttle and beg them to take her away from here, but her legs continued to carry her onward, through the foot thick metal doorway and into the prison's receiving area. Access to the prison below was granted by a multitude of large industrial elevators, the entrances to which now lined the left-hand wall of the room in which they stood. The group was split in two, divided equally between two waiting elevators that would transport them down into the bowls of the moon. Another hallway, another set of heavy doors, armed guards and cold looks. Shepherded into the centre of the room, their cuffs were removed in swift succession before prison officials withdrew back through the door which they had just come, sealing it shut behind them. Several minutes passed, before the doors on the opposite side of the room drew back to reveal the interior of the prison - their new home.