So I did a small little story in my journal a while back and i got to thinking on maybe putting a little more concept behind it. I like to just fling out little stories from time to time but this one I did a quick concept sketch up. Nothing fancy but it is what it is.

Thought it would be fun to just put a little story to the concept work to help some with the creativity. This isnt fancy or such just something I did as a prey work to some upcoming works I would like to work on.

Ship 5922

The heavy clanging of boots sounded out as the two guard’s practically drug her through the narrow halls of the ship. The firm grim on her upper arms kept her on her toes not helping the fact that her paws were securely cuffed behind her back. The hiss of doors and hum of machines the last thing she was going to be hearing for a while forcing her to grit her teeth in frustration.
Eventually the trio came to a large thick door with the writing 05 BLUE. What a horrid and dark place was all she could really think of. A prison ship, that’s what is coming about the system picking up criminals for transportation back to the main facility. Here she was one of them being lead to her cryo cell for transit.

A thick metal collar was already in place showing off her prison number, P62022. The digital read out also having her history and medical information on it.

“Welcome to your five star hotel sweat heart.”

The guard on the left, if she had to guss, was a k9 of some sort. Hard to see under all that body armor as they drug her through the high max section of the ship.

The first thing she noticed was the banks of cryo cells. Some already full some empty lining the area. Not as many as she would have thought to be honest.

“Eyes forward and down Inmate.” A stern cuff to the back of her head sending her view down bearing her teeth. She knew better then to fight them though and that they wouldn’t want her looking about learning the lay out of the ship ether. “Yes sir…”

Eventually they got to a cryo cell labeled 0523. The stern guard on her right radioing in. “Dis, open 0523, Inmate is a….one Sharue Silvermoon. Prison number 62022.” It was hard to just stand there staring at the ground waiting as a crackling voice sounded. “4423 you have a go.” Was all that was said before the Cryo Cell hissed open.

The pair flipping her about as she grunts and erffs heart pounding in her chest as they started to fiddle with a few things. “Now then no buggering this stuff up, if we have to come open this cell for anything we will make sure you pay for it tenfold got it?” The guard indicating some of the sensors they were getting ready to hook to her.

“Yes sir I understand.” Damn her compliance. She hated herself for giving in but they beat the fight out of her a while ago. “Good back up till your heals touch the lip. That a girl.”

Sharue could feel them wrapping something about a finger and her wrist just working it till they patted her down one last time. “Step back.” The fox stumbling as one guard held on the other one guiding her back into the slim tube.

“There are two cuffs on the floor. Make sure your ankles are in them otherwise it will break your legs when they close.”

Taking the words to heart she stepped back surprise when she felt herself have to step down a few feet. The cells were built into the floor a bit but both guards were helping her back till she felt the padded back rest agenst her back and arms. It was small, very clinical looking with pure white inside and several lighting and hud systems showing off information.

“Will this hurt?” will this hurt? What a stupid question like they care if it does or not. “No just put you to sleep.” The fox a bit surprised at getting an actual answer instated of some snapping shut up. The larger k9 guard reaching in to hook a few cables to her as well as some sort of hud glass over her eyes. “Your feet in the restraints?”

Sharue could only give a quick look down shifting her feet before nodding. The other guard leaning in to tap a few things on the console before the cryo cell turned blue suddenly and her prisoner number showed on a display on the top. “Secure 0523” was all she heard then a few moments of silence. Stress and anxiety giving her a head ach and her temples just throb. So when the restraints at the bottom clanked shut loudly she couldn’t help the half panicked scream that came from her lips.

Eventually the lid started to close to making her breathing start to heave and pant as she was trapped in some small little tube!

“Fucking calm down Sha…..”

The fox trying to calm her self-knowing there was no getting out of this as the hiss lock of the Cryo Cell sounded out. Wiggling her paws about, which were still restrained behind her back, was all she could do. Well other then look about. The inside lighting though had turned the glass into a one way mirror. She could no longer see the guards just her own reflection as a small com chimed in. “Inmate 62022 please relax back. We will be filling the cell with a sedative gas soon.”

“Easier said than done!” was all she could scream out in her frustration. The fox thumping her head back trying to choke down the sob as the gas started to fill into the cell. That same computerized voice coming back on “Inmate 62022 it is advised to take deep and steady breaths.” The voice going on explaining the effects and dangers of the process but by then she was tuning it all out.

It took her a bit to realize that she was holding her breath. The need to breath out weighing the urge to fight it and it all came out in an heavy exhale and panting. At first nothing happened. Then dizziness and then sort of an sick feeling filled her chest before her vision started to just swim. “I don’t want this.” Was all she could sob out thumping her head back agenst the pad over and over as she jerked her bound arms about behind her. Eventually though things got quitter and quitter and before long she was out.

The actual process of cooling and readying her for transport would take another five hours though. The deep haul prison ship scheduled to leave in just a few days before making its nine month journey back to the prison space station in Segment Omega sector.

A guard taking one more check stopping in front of Sha’s Cryo cell. “This one slotted for death row?” The other guard looking over “Yea or banishment, who knows ether way she is dead.” The pair chuckling shaking their heads as they moved on leaving the fox to her fate and making sure all was ready for the departure…….

Credits of course go out to Black Gazza for helping inspire some of the ideas and such behind the concept as well as the friends who helped roll about a few things and gave some input on it. May do more if there is enough interest or just keep it an space thing.

Thanks

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