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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Joker" data-source="post: 5561122" data-attributes="member: 6674973">one more for the grinderThe Young man known as bruits stood between the two large, armored men on the bustling train as it made its war across the hive. Brutis was about his mid to early 20s, and would be considered handsome considering he had while hair and baby blue eyes. if not for the battle scars that rattled his body and his deathly cold stair and constant silence he would have been quite the catch, but he was a prisoner by the looks of it, given away by the thick barcode on his forehead and the ten digit code that ran down his left arm as well as a plethora of various prison tattoos. Around his neck hung his dog tags signifying he was a member of the penal legion and still loyal to the emperor, which he wore with pride but often caused problems as common man regarded him with distaste and hatred form being a criminal, while other criminals hated him for being in the guard and guardsmen hated him for what he had done. Even when they didn’t know what he had done. Brutis was fully armored, and if he had his weapons he would look like a makeshift soldier right down to the micro bead in his ear. The point of his state was the owner of the prison ship on which he was serving his time, the thousand sorrows, was common for trying to sell some of the prisoners aboard to make ends meet. Even the local crime boss didn’t want a penal legionnaire watching his back. It didn’t surprise him. He wasn’t trusted anywhere, and every time the warden Shunt tried to sell him, it reinforced that notion. Brutis looked around at his dismal situation. He was used to embarrassing and unconventional holding arrangements, but this was ridicules. Being transported on a public train just to save a few thrones with only two wardens as a holding team was a stupid move, even for shunt. Even bound in chains and with the collar around his neck, he was still a significant threat. It was almost as if shunt wanted him to escape. As he counted the seconds until he would be back at the space port and back aboard the prison ship, “the thousand sorrows” from which he was dragged to this sorry excuse for a planet to be sold as a slave. With a calm demeanor he looked around at the two men that where assigned to be his guardians, keeping a sharp eye for any chance he had to escape. That opportunity came quicker then he expected. Gunfire erupted from a near by train car, and at once, all the people on the train began to panic, including the two guards as they took up defensive stances against the gunfire, leaving there back to him. About to pounce, he noticed that the man still had his trigger and at once, he stopped. As the door flung open and even more people evacuated the car the gunfire came from, the three men paused. Only catching a glimpse of what was going on, the two wardens stopped cold. “We should do something.” The younger one mentioned. The older one slowly looked over his shoulder at the man standing with them. “Why should we risk our selves when we have an attack dog right here.” He gave a rotten smile as he un clicked his handcuffs carefully. The younger warden piped up nervously. “What if someone important sees that we set him loose?” the older one scoffed as he retrieved his weapon from his bag. “Who cared? We will be back aboard the ship by the time the real locals catch on.” He stood and handed Brutis his empty weapon, careful of any movement. His smile immediately faded as he handed him his ammo. “Don’t even think about turning that barrel at us, or you’ll pop.” He warned and gave him a shove towards the door. Before he even tried opening the door, he checked his weapon. Everything from the fire selector to the spring-loaded, hidden bayonet seemed to be in working order. With one final breath, he opened the door and prepared himself for combat.</blockquote>

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