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“We can’t overpower the guards if they never come back. We haven’t got any help from the outside that we know of. Maybe we can pick the locks?” Jothee suggested.
“I tried that already,” Chiana said. “That lock’s unpickable.”
“How do you know?”
“High-tech eyes, remember?” Chiana said, pointing to her right eye. “These locks were designed by a genius.”
“Thank you,” Rygel said, a tiny hint of smugness creeping into his tone. “I was the one who designed the locks. It’s hardly a surprise that my fahrbot cousin hasn’t upgraded in all this time.”
“The Dominar speaks! You haven’t said a word since you dumped your marjools.”
“What, pray tell is there to say” Rygel asked, resigned now. “It is over. I spent 130 cycles enduring the Peacekeepers and the Uncharted Territories and it was all for nothing.”
“Such are the risks, Dominar.” Everyone in the cell jumped at the sound of that familiar and unwelcome voice and then froze again as the cell door opened.
“No…” Rygel breathed out.
“It can’t be,” Jothee said.
“What the frell are you doing here?” Chiana asked, taking an involuntary step backward.
And Stark, breaking his self-imposed silence, let out a scream and flung himself toward the figure at the door. Jothee grabbed at one of his arms, pulling him back.
“No. No no nononono he can’t be here this isn’t right this is too much HOW IS HE HERE?”
( SOMEHOW SCORPIUS RETURNED )
[NFB for distance, NFI because of prison cells and life generally being extremely shitty for the saddest alien. Adapted mostly from “The Beginning of the End of the Beginning: Dungeons and Dominars.”]
“I tried that already,” Chiana said. “That lock’s unpickable.”
“How do you know?”
“High-tech eyes, remember?” Chiana said, pointing to her right eye. “These locks were designed by a genius.”
“Thank you,” Rygel said, a tiny hint of smugness creeping into his tone. “I was the one who designed the locks. It’s hardly a surprise that my fahrbot cousin hasn’t upgraded in all this time.”
“The Dominar speaks! You haven’t said a word since you dumped your marjools.”
“What, pray tell is there to say” Rygel asked, resigned now. “It is over. I spent 130 cycles enduring the Peacekeepers and the Uncharted Territories and it was all for nothing.”
“Such are the risks, Dominar.” Everyone in the cell jumped at the sound of that familiar and unwelcome voice and then froze again as the cell door opened.
“No…” Rygel breathed out.
“It can’t be,” Jothee said.
“What the frell are you doing here?” Chiana asked, taking an involuntary step backward.
And Stark, breaking his self-imposed silence, let out a scream and flung himself toward the figure at the door. Jothee grabbed at one of his arms, pulling him back.
“No. No no nononono he can’t be here this isn’t right this is too much HOW IS HE HERE?”
( SOMEHOW SCORPIUS RETURNED )
[NFB for distance, NFI because of prison cells and life generally being extremely shitty for the saddest alien. Adapted mostly from “The Beginning of the End of the Beginning: Dungeons and Dominars.”]