by Ember » Tue Mar 20, 2012 5:52 pm
- Motto: "I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things."
Southern Wing – Activity Area
Rung had Streamlight step away so that he and his patient could have their private discussion, but when Kronus refused to talk, it left Rung at a loss. Kronus had moved on deeper into the yard, leaving the psychiatrist to wonder just what he would have to do to get into the mech’s head.
Seeing that the brief session was now over, Streamlight moved back to stand by Rung. The slight mech was not very intimidating and was sure to become the focal point of one, if not many of the inmates. Rung let loose a heavy sigh when the slightly taller guard arrived.
“Didn’t go so well, huh doc?”
The psychiatrist shook his head as he raised his hand to his temple and gently gave it a rub. His was tireless function, but he would never complain.
“No, it didn’t.”
Rung clamped Streamlight on the shoulder before he made his way toward the exit. On his way he received the response from Maximus concerning his invite to visit the psychiatrist his office. He let out a chuckle at the warden’s alternate suggestion to meet at the local watering hole, The Greasepit. A place Rung hadn’t frequented, but that did not mean he wouldn’t take Maximus up on his offer.
>>”Give me a day and time and I will be there.”<<
A wide smile formed as he closed up his built in terminal. He then proceeded out and back to his office. After all he still had another patient to see.
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“Well. Long time no see there Kronus.”
Brace let out a hearty laugh as he moved toward the restrained mech. Kronus took a slight step back as a sneer formed on his face, although the hulking inmate could not see it.
“Don’t think I forgot about those shanix you still owe me.”
Brace scoffed. His hand headed for his chestplate in mock pain.
“You wound me, Kronus. In fact I was trying to get what I owed you when I was arrested.”
A frown formed on his face as the thought of his incarceration filled his processor. His unfortunate infraction was not something that could simply be swept under the rug. No, he had to be punished. After all, he was the seller of illegal weapons. Those weapons, up until recently had been supplied by Kronus himself. But when the thief was finally taken into custody, it left Brace with one option, to rely on an unknown supplier. Big mistake.
“You know, after you were arrested, I was ruined. Went with an unknown and that slaggin’ glitch turned on me.”
The smile returned to his face as he looked back down at his former business partner. It was then that he realized Kronus was covered in a series of chains and restraints.
“The slag they got you wrapped up in?” Brace lifted one of the chains with a finger and gave it a light tug. “…these slagheads think this’ll work? Heh!”
Kronus pulled away letting the chain slip from Brace’s finger tips. He did not need one of the guards overhearing, or seeing anything Brace was up to.
“It used to be that way, Brace. This facility, however, is too secure. It’s nothing like the other prisons that I was incarcerated in.”
The two mechs moved to the nearby wall where they took up a position so they could both survey the masses. They both grew quiet, only the sounds of the yard encompassing their audio receptors. Kronus’ thoughts wandered, there was a possible way but cooperation had to be acquired. A few moments passed before Kronus finally addressed the larger mech.
“I want you to make contact with your comrades on the outside.”
Brace flashed the thief a confused look. Pushing off the wall slightly the hulking mech responded to the order.
“And why would I do that?”
“Because, I’m going to get out of here and if you do as you’re told maybe I’ll consider taking you with me.”
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Streamlight watched Rung leave the yard and let out a dejected sigh. The doctor was definitely trying, but Kronus was not very cooperative. Maybe, since he had a better relationship with the thief he could find out just what Rung was looking for.
His musings were interrupted when Steelhand stepped up beside him and asked if he was able to handle things on his own, or if he needed help. Both queries were taken in by Streamlight as somewhat degrading. Did he think that since he was one of the senior guards he could make him look foolish?
Gritting his teeth and balling his hands into tight fists, Streamlight spun to face Steelhand, a deep frown etched on his face.
“Just what makes you think I need help? I’m just as capable of handling Kronus as you are with your assigned prisoners. So, no, I don’t need your help. And even if I did need assistance, you’d be the last mech I’d contact. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an inmate to look after, sir!”
Streamlight turned on his heel and stalked off, disappearing into the assembled prisoners. The frown on his face melted into a somewhat disheartened expression. He only hoped Steelhand would not hold what he had said against him.