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Dustil Sushere imprisoned/tortured on Borosk, Blenjeel
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| Dustil_Sushere | Date: Thursday, 22 Jan 2009, 12:10 PM | Message # 1 |
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Lieutenant
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| Dustil was wearing the prisoner uniform, and was not proud of it. However, it was literally ruined from the past few days of a bunch of interrogations and tortures anyway. The PDS commander and leader have never been captured before, so this was the first time. Although it was his first time, he did not give in to the Imperials. They wanted information on the whereabouts of the base where PDS resides, and he wouldn't betray his friends. Especially not again. Dustil was spreading his legs out while sitting on the hard, cold floor with his butt. Dustil kept his head on the wall, replaying the incident that Gemmell had ordered his crew members to be executed within the hangar bay inside his own ship! Dustil was obsessed with this, feeling a mixture of despair and rage. He felt despair because he felt guilty about what happened to his friends aboard Justice. He felt rage because the Imperials had done this to his people. It was turning more into a rage than despair. The commander would tighten up his right hand, forming a fist. Then he would punch the wall hard, afterwards it hurt a lot but he was so angry that he didn't seem to mind the pain. The commander of PDS made a promise to himself. The promise was that if he ever get out of prison, he would not rest until he would avenge the deaths of the crewmembers. Especially toward Emperor Gemmell...
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| Gemmell | Date: Friday, 23 Jan 2009, 6:01 PM | Message # 2 |
 Lieutenant colonel
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| In the meantime, Dustil was left in a rather uncomfortable situation, the room being flooded a few inches with warm water and a loud annoying ticking being played into the room, not ticking a regular beat.. "Tick, tock, ticktockticktock, tick, tocktick" etcetera, resulting in Dustils mind being irritated by the repetetive and yet ever changing sound.
Lord Gregorious Gemmell
Advisor to the Emperor
Imperial Ruling Council
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| Dustil_Sushere | Date: Friday, 23 Jan 2009, 9:22 PM | Message # 3 |
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Lieutenant
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Messages: 63
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| Dustil would be sighing out of annoying mood, hearing that tick tock sound. Where in the galaxy is that coming from? He would stand up, feeling the wet of his legs by the warm water. He tries to find the source of the sounds but couldn't find it. The commander would use his hands to slap on the wall, then he began to speak in a firm and loud tone. "Hey, cut that out! Anybody hearing this, you're wasting your time!" Dustil had enough of this, first they kill his friends. Now they're playing some sort of mind games on him. Once again, Dustil was reminded of his own promise. That was not to rest until he avenge the deaths of the crewmembers, especially toward Emperor Gemmell.
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| Gemmell | Date: Saturday, 24 Jan 2009, 8:54 AM | Message # 4 |
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Lieutenant colonel
Group: Users
Messages: 116
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| Eventually he would feel the claustrophobic dark box he was in begin to get smaller, the walls would seem to press in around him and the warm water within get higher, pressing down until the room was barely 4 feet by 4 feet, pitch dark and 3 feet flooded with water, and still the endless ticking.
Lord Gregorious Gemmell
Advisor to the Emperor
Imperial Ruling Council
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| Dustil_Sushere | Date: Saturday, 24 Jan 2009, 3:04 PM | Message # 5 |
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Lieutenant
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Messages: 63
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| He felt the walls pressing in around him, looking around as the room began to get darker and darker. The warm water filling up somewhat fast, and the room was getting smaller by going four by four. Dustil had to pull his legs to make room for himself. The commander would exhale before taking in a deep breath to hold the breath inside him as the room was flooded. He closed his eyes, and was not going to say anything to betray his fellow friends. As Dustil have said, the Imperials are wasting their time.
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| Gemmell | Date: Wednesday, 28 Jan 2009, 6:30 PM | Message # 6 |
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Lieutenant colonel
Group: Users
Messages: 116
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| But no, wait, what was that rank smell.. this was no warm water he was suspended in but simply a vat of warm blood, the blood of his dead crewmen, the horrow would dawn on him as the lights activated revealing the liquid he was in before the liquid drained away and a door opened infront him him, the light blinding after so many days immersed in darkness. A blaster was pointed down into his face by a burly Corporal, who clicked it onto kill, dragging the blood soaked whelp out of the chamber and placing him in a chair, he was locked into it by means of restraints on his arms, legs and across his chest. Then on him began to shine bright blinding lights...
Lord Gregorious Gemmell
Advisor to the Emperor
Imperial Ruling Council
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| Dustil_Sushere | Date: Wednesday, 28 Jan 2009, 6:39 PM | Message # 7 |
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Lieutenant
Group: Users
Messages: 63
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| The light was so bright that he forced himself to close his eyes, not being sure what was going on. However, he did know two things. Firstly, he smelled blood and it was likely that Gemmell had ordered his minions to do so. Secondly, he was being placed in a chair with restraints holding him. The commander would keep closing his eyes as the light were so brightening that he was not able to see who was coming for him.
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| Gemmell | Date: Wednesday, 28 Jan 2009, 6:41 PM | Message # 8 |
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Lieutenant colonel
Group: Users
Messages: 116
Status: Offline
| The room went dark, a hologram of Gemmell laughing at him appearing, and being looped as he stood there in the cold with the blood drying on him.
Lord Gregorious Gemmell
Advisor to the Emperor
Imperial Ruling Council
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| Dustil_Sushere | Date: Wednesday, 28 Jan 2009, 7:33 PM | Message # 9 |
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Lieutenant
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Messages: 63
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| He would see the room get dark, his pupils being back to normal. Dustil would stare at Gemmell in hatred, and the Emperor would only laugh at him. There was nothing he could do except staring at Gemmell with full of hatred.
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| Gemmell | Date: Wednesday, 04 Feb 2009, 9:26 PM | Message # 10 |
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Lieutenant colonel
Group: Users
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| After 48 hours of this treatment, being roughly woken every time he fell asleep, an NCO would come up behind him, and wack him hard over the back of the head, knocking him out cold. Later, maybe hours later he would wake up, he would feel his skin singed, sun-burned, severely. Lying on a metal surface more than uncomfortably hot already as the sun soared high in the sky, the caked blood all over him offering him some protection. When he opened his eyes he would look around, on what appeared to be a thick sheet of Durasteel, the writing was written "Ju" being part of where the Justice's name had been printed. Next to him he would find three items. A pistol of some sort, what appeared to be a hyperspace communicator (labeled "do not use me first") and a bottle of liquid, there was a note next to both, labeled, many ways lead to death, one leads to survival, choose carefully. As he looked around the dunes he would see figures lying on the sand, some close to him, some far away, scattered as far as the eye could see in piles, singles, doubles, dressed in the uniform of PDS crewmen and officers, then occasonally from the sand sprang a long wormlike creature, gobbling up a man or two and crunching them in the most horrific manner before swallowing them. Close to him there was a rumble, then less than 10 meters away a corpse was grasped by one of the giant toothed worms, tossing it up in the air and crunching it, the man's arm landing next to Dustil.
Lord Gregorious Gemmell
Advisor to the Emperor
Imperial Ruling Council
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| Dustil_Sushere | Date: Tuesday, 10 Feb 2009, 5:09 PM | Message # 11 |
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Lieutenant
Group: Users
Messages: 63
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| He would slowly wake up at the heat of the sun, having hard time opening his eyes because of the brightness. He felt the incredible pain of sunburn all over his body. But at same time, the blood all over him relieved some of the pain though he didn't like the idea. Dustil would get up, looking around and seeing everyone being dead. Everyone from the PDS that were left on the ground as singles and doubles. The commander would look down the metal surface and see the writing "Ju", sighing in pain not because of the sunburn but because of the loss of his close friends. Again, this has reminded him of his failure to protect his fellow friends. Then he heard a disgusting sound of this worm eating his men one by one. He saw the worm popping in and out of the sand. This angered him. Instead of properly giving the men their burials, they were being eaten by a giant worm. He would then see three items being lay down on the hot surface next to him. This hyperspace communicator said not to use it first. So he had to look at a bottle of liquid and a pistol. He had to choose, but as the worm ate one of his dead crewmembers about ten meters away. Dustil decided to grab the pistol and would point it around, seeing where the worm would be going for next...
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| Gemmell | Date: Tuesday, 10 Feb 2009, 5:36 PM | Message # 12 |
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Lieutenant colonel
Group: Users
Messages: 116
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| The worms just went around chomping on corpses. The pistol would largely be inneffective against them, considering it was a sporting blaster and they were as long as a bus. Anyway, a large worm surfaced near nim, rocking the piece of durasteel.
Lord Gregorious Gemmell
Advisor to the Emperor
Imperial Ruling Council
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| Dustil_Sushere | Date: Tuesday, 10 Feb 2009, 5:48 PM | Message # 13 |
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Lieutenant
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Messages: 63
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| Dustil groaned in frustration, as he placed the pistol on the back of his belt. He would look down at the bottle of liquid and wonder what he can do with it. He would grab it and toss it on the sand to see if the worm would devour it.
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| Gemmell | Date: Tuesday, 10 Feb 2009, 5:49 PM | Message # 14 |
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Lieutenant colonel
Group: Users
Messages: 116
Status: Offline
| The worm ate the liquid. It was just a bottle full of wholesome, life giving, cool, re-hydrating water.
Lord Gregorious Gemmell
Advisor to the Emperor
Imperial Ruling Council
Message edited by Gemmell - Tuesday, 10 Feb 2009, 5:55 PM |
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| Dustil_Sushere | Date: Tuesday, 10 Feb 2009, 5:55 PM | Message # 15 |
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Lieutenant
Group: Users
Messages: 63
Status: Offline
| Dustil saw that it had no effect on the worm, he would sigh and carefully grab this hyperspace transmitter. "This is Dustil. I'm somewhere on a sand planet full of giant worms, stranded on a wreckage of a ship apparently. Please send help." He would wait and see who would come to his help.
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