Posted by Rylee Amara (Prisoner (Ex-Starfleet)) in Main Sim - The Outside Looking In

Posted by Myvera Statin (Prisoner (Ex-Syndicate)) in Main Sim - The Outside Looking In
Cold.
Or was it hot?
It burned.

Something was searing her skin, making it nearly impossible for her to move without the arthritis of her bones acting up at every movement. She could feel the ache emanating from the core of each bone, radiating until it filled her body with the sickly feeling of an old cripple, who was barely halfway through her life. Cold, it was most definitely cold. The walls surrounding her was high rise, the Syndicate knew what she was capable of. Completely composed of the strongest metal they could accurately produce, Myvera knew she would stand no change against it, nor the bars that left her caged in this prison cell.

Bleak and melancholy, she could almost feel the depression in the walls, as they seemed to close around her. Sitting on the base of a flat, stone bed, she did not move. Her body was completely motionless, her eyes the only part of her moving even in the slightest of ways. People would pass her, and she would follow them with dark, vibrant green eyes, but never once did she get up to greet them or bother to holler. She sat there, waiting for the right person, waiting for the right time. They had taken many precautions on keeping her detainted to this cell, but there were some things that nothing could truly inhibit. And one of them, was the power of an belligerently intellectual mind.

Like a tiger laying in wait, she sat there. Hours passed, the chill seeping further into her body until she knew she was incapable of moving her toes. She had come to ignore it, her muscles so sore from their shivering, they had given up on bothering to generate enough heat to keep her in homeostasis. Staring, watching, calculating. But never once did she move. Myvera knew what they were looking for, it wasn’t a secret. They wanted knowledge, but she wasn’t positive as to what that knowledge entailed, nit yet. Clearly, they believed that by executing her death sentence, a penalty for her treason agaisnt the Syndicate, they could hang it over her head, as bait.

But that was the issue. Myvera wasn’t afraid to die. She had become so apathetic to the idea of death, she didn’t even bat an eye when she thought of it. Death was just another part of life. Perhaps that made her sick, to accept death as it was. Perhaps that made her a sociopath, to hold no sentimental or emotional value to it. Regardless of what it happened to be, it was her advantage. She had everything to gain, but nothing to lose. And that, more than anything, have her the advantage.

She waited.
They would come, she knew.
It was only a matter of time.

Myvera Statin
Prisoner

The woman that stood as the guard, outside the cell was half Klingon half Romulan. She wasn’t welcome among her own people, no home to call her own until she had met Myvera. The syndicate had partnered them up when she was younger. She had been cold and distant and Myvera had managed to find her way beyond the barriers. Kairi had thought for a moment that she had managed to get beyond Myvera’s barriers as well only to have been betrayed by the only partner she’d had. it had nearly cost her her life with the family, the syndicate as well. Now she stood silently guarding Myvera knowing for a fact that she was sizing everything up. figuring out how to get out of the problem she found herself in.

Kairi Aenikh
Myvera’s ex-partner

Myvera wasn’t a fool. She knew this place like the back of her hand, understanding the structure it took to keep a place like this standing. Those walls, unreachable, unless she pulled something extraordinary. The security? Basic, but who needed much, when your prison was so hard to escape? Myvera did not allow these facts to lessen her hopes, her drive, to escape.

Myvera had betrayed the Syndicate, betrayed her partner. In a moment of weakness, she found she could not accept their penalization of innocent people, giving away vital information to the Starfleet officers she was supposed to be in disguise as. As a result, she was taken prisoner by Starflert, a product she resented. However, she still had managed to get those people out of wretched hands.. But much of her tried to force herself to regret what she had done.

“Kairi,” When My spoke, her words were laced with her natural seduction. “I trust you have been well.” She knew she could be heard, so she tested it.

Myvera Statin
Prisoner