END GAME: THE COUNTDOWN STARTS

[sailmods]

[the prisoners wake up on cold, hard floors.

the lights are bright, glaring, a sterile cell with sterile bars facing a sterile hall. the prisoners with you, across from you, and no one else. no rocking of a ship in waves, nothing. just the prisoner and their prison.

time passes, one assumes. the rhythmic click of Friday’s heels down the hall. it’s almost like the ticking of a clock.]

Comments

[ss_buttcrack]

"Whoa! Everything okay over there?" Crichton is not able to see what's going on, but that sure did sound like a tank hitting a ton of bricks.

[configuration_birdwatcher]

// We're okay, Bastion answers from the floor with a wobbly whistle. They're not sure if Okie is actually okay but at least they didn't land on him and make it worse, and while they're scraped up and might have a dent in their shoulder armour they didn't damage any important parts.

// The bars are sturdier than expected.

[ss_buttcrack]

"You gotta be kidding me. You're built like a tank and you can't bulldoze through them? Then, how the hell did the cougar get out?"

[configuration_birdwatcher]

// I don't know.

By all accounts, it doesn't make sense. They saw Siffleur go by, but they don't have a view of his cell, and it can't have been because he used more force than they did. Bastion stands back up.

// Maybe Friday returned his powers? Siffleur has a close relationship with her, and if he had his shapeshifting and regeneration he could break himself down until he fit through the gaps.

cw: mention of gore, animal harm in the abstract

[ss_buttcrack]

"Maybe..." Crichton wrinkles his nose picturing Siffleur biting pieces of himself off until he could fit through the bars. Animals do that, don't they? Chew their own leg off to escape a trap.

"I hope he likes you better than he likes me. Given half a chance, I'm pretty sure he'd leave me to rot in here."