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Zahrikhat Prison

Posted on Wed Sep 9th, 2020 @ 6:07am by Zaggor Pell & Zirvell Khen

Mission: Mission 1: Good Things Come To Those Who Wait
Location: Somewhere outside Zahrikhat City
Timeline: Unknown

Bovar Darrol stood outside the cave entrance which lead down to the subterranean prison facility. It had taken many years to construct but worth it due to the natural elements in the rock which was impervious to sensor scans and transporting through which made it the prefect place to house a prison complex.

Footsteps coming up the rocky path made Bovar raise his disruptor. They hadn’t had any unexpected visitors for a while but he knew it wouldn’t be long before people searching for food would venture outward towards the prison.

Zirvell hesitated as he saw movement, staring right into the barrel of a disruptor as he rounded the corner. "Uhm..." He thrust the pack forward. "Here..."

“Our supplies?” Bovar asked the younger man.

"I think it's food," the boy answered, "but I don't know what's in there specifically. It was given to me and I was told to bring it here."

Bovar nodded, “Follow the path down, you’ll eventually come to the prison entrance. They’ll take that from you.”

Zirvell nodded, clutching the package to his chest. He hurried down the path, but slowed as he neared the entrance, heart pounding in his throat. "hello?" he called out nervously, afraid to go on, afraid to even see what Zaggor had called the worst criminals.

Another disruptor holding Cardassian appeared, “You have our supplies?” He said pointing at the package with his disruptor while giving the younger Cardassian the once over with his eyes.

The boy nodded, thrusting the package forward, feeling increasingly nervous with guns getting pointed at him, twice today now. "Governor Pell sends them sir," he managed to squeek out while trying to glance past the man, trying to get a glimpse of those worst of the worst criminals.

The Cardassian sniggered, “Pell, Governor? He likes to think he is but he isn’t. Maybe one day but at the moment there’s nothing to be Governor of at the moment.”

"Well, at least he's trying to do something," the boy shot back though he cringed visibly. "Who's in here anyway. He said it was the worst criminals...but surely nothing's worse than those who left us here to starve?"

“They’re enemies of Cardassia, that’s all you need to know boy!” Replied the guard in a more aggressive tone. “They don’t starve, they have our left overs. If there is any.”

"We are starving," the boy said bravely. "If they're so bad let them starve. Don't we deserve to eat more than a criminal?"

“I couldn’t agree more, kid.” The guard replied with a chuckle. “If I had it my way, I’d kill ‘em now and be done with it but the ‘Governor’ wants to keep ‘em alive, probably trying to carry favour with the provisional government.”

"Hah!" the boy spat, "they don't care about us. We're expendable or help would've been sent." He glared towards the cells. "They gotta be real important if we are to keep them alive. Let them starve I say..."

The guard shrugged his shoulders, “Dunno, but we’re all dead if help doesn’t arrive soon so it makes no difference. I heard his power unit is almost dead so that replicator of his won't be working for long.”

"I wouldn't know. It's wrong he keeps it to himself, when so many are starving." Zirvell frowned. "I need to go, he's waiting for me anyway."

“If he didn’t keep it quiet, the power cel would have been drained and no one would get any food. He does distribute food when he can.” He said as the boy turned away. “Keep it quiet or you’ll end up with many enemies rather than friends...”

"Of course." Yet the boy wasn't convinced. "We'll just have to hope help comes soon, so we can get out of here," he said. "Anyway I have to return, you got any messages that need delivering to him?"

“Just send our thanks. Good day to you.” The guard said before turning and taking the box of supplies into the prison.

 

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