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((More like just opening the door...But thats an EVEN BETTER IDEA! Thanks for suggesting it.))

Judging by the little mechanical buggers, Id say they are still eager to cause more hassle...they're just being polite about it now. he jokes. A wide but soundless yawn coming from him as he leans back against the cell.

Myke gives a nod to the Marshall in reply. The spiders were a bit of an annoyance, but nothing an electrical jail cell couldnt handle easily. Myke would slowly rise to his feet and stand at the front of his cell, leaning against the wall, figuring if the Marshall was here, she either had info, or some sort of planning, or something.

A blank stare gleamed endlessly within my eyes. A hollowed and empty wind cut through my soul as I made a feeble attempt to light my cigarette; placing the lighter back within my pocket. Like a coveting haze of darkness, the smoke rose before my eyes and clouded my mind even more-so.

It has been three months since I was departed upon this ship. I was abandoned for unexplained reasons. But knowing my father, I knew that something was indeed amiss. He did not act without reasoning, much like how I am--something I unfortunately inherited from him. Nevertheless, with my time spent here, many rumors have been heard. Many whispers have been flowing throughout the air. Something about the fabled and almost legendary artifact, the Eye of Hamied. Though I did not full-heartedly believed in such a thing ever could possibly grant the heart's deepest desires, I knew that there was a chance of it still being real. So, without trust justification or cause, I decided to disembark on a search of it of my own. Such a foolish notion...

Hearing the forced actions of a mountainous man, I cocked a careful eye in his direction. He was scarred, yet still stood mighty--as if he was self-important. Uncertain of his sudden outburst, I turned about and faced him fully; greeting him with a face of apathy. "Seems to me as if he's struggling for attention," my thoughts raced on as I unblinkingly glared at him with a blank glare. "Well...if he so desires it...why not grant it...?"

With a heavy-set step, I began to approach the towering man. With every passing moment, I could feel his sheer girth overshadow me in every way. Nevertheless, I continued unflinchingly. I was not scared. I was not angered. I was nothing. Apathy and all--that is what and I who I was. And with that existence of being, a ragged voice escaped my lips. "You seemed to be starving for something...For the spotlight, that is...Though I come towards you, I do so not in aggression. Instead, I wish to pass by you, but not without these parting words...Simply live or live simply...Contemplate on that for a while...Or throw it away...I couldn't care less..." Without waiting for a reply, I began to head off; eyes locked forward and body unwavering.

((Ah, my apologies. I was not aware. I will keep that in mind for the future))

"Hm...no reply...I suppose he isn't the one..." Sighing with a discontent, I trudged onward throughout the steel halls--like a rat through a maze. "Such a horrid name that has bestowed upon me...'The Hunter of Death.' What an embarrassment to my person...Nevertheless, it isn't my place to pick such entitlements...After all...it was...branded upon me by my former superiors...I shall make sure of it to see them in Hell..."

As I focussed upon my own steps, I suddenly froze. Two guards walked towards my way. They were armed, but minding their own business, as well. "Should I...? Can they...? Will they...?" Mind surging about, I continued to glare at them with unflinching eyes.

Time was running short. They were approaching me with every second. I had to act fast, otherwise I would miss my opportunity. Gripping my hands and clutching my teeth, I flared my eyes and shouted with the utmost insanity, "Ah, ******** it!" Without letting another moment pass, I cocked back my left arm; striking an officer across the face. Standing still, I awaited his partner's reaction. To much disappointment, his companion fled without so much as raising his weapon. "Pathetic..." Spitting upon the floor, I adjusted my eyes towards the disturbed guard upon the ground. He was slightly bleeding from the lip; pistol drawn and shaking rampantly as it was aimed at my head. With a cold stare, I continued to stare at him distantly. "Well...are you going to pull the trigger...? Or do you desire to flee...?" Crouching down, I kept my eyes locked with his. "But then again...there is always that third option...You could always die here..." Reaching out a solemn hand, I placed it upon the top of the barrel; pressing the tip of it against my neck. I could feel it jolting about as I struggled to hold it still. "So...what's it gonna be...?"

On the brink of passing out, the disturbed guard decided to hesitate no longer. Without much more thought, the guard released his pistol and fled. But as he ran away, he turned around and tossed a flashbang grenade before my feet. Staring at it with discontent, I shut my eyes and covered them with a forearm.

With a white-hot blast, the grenade went off. Immediately, I fell to my side; ears slightly bleeding and eyes partially sightless. Rising to my feet, I looked about; struggling to regain my bearings. I knew it wasn't going to be long before back-up was to arrive. So remain there, I did.

Sitting on the ground with the steel wall pressed heavily against my back, I allowed the ringing in my ears to take its toll. I had no other option for my eyes were in no better shape, either. All I could see were silhouettes and figures of darkness. I was relatively helpless and vulnerable. Nevertheless, I did not completely let my guard down.

With my hands folded upon my lap, I concealed my flamethrower that rested upon my side. I knew that many would be injured in the process if I were to strike, however it mattered not. I would not allow myself to die without fighting back--so was my warrior code. "Hm...it's been about five minutes...Still nothing...and still no progress...Damn..."

Skarloey looked at the big guy, then over at Syx. He knew Sam's realtionship with Myke was not that great. "'Scuse me a minute." He said casually, and braced himself against the wall. "This face attracts too much trouble." He grunted in pain, and slumped down. He began to sweat profusely, along with a series of sickening cracks as his bone structure rearranged itself. His facial structure changed, Sam's hair growing, darkening to black and curling into ringlets. After a few minutes, he was a completely different man, still about Sam's height and build, and still with the marshal's uniform, but a completely different man. He sits against the wall dazed for a bit, panting as if he had just runa marathon.

Lia moved from her corner, the mechanical suit making a few small beeping noises as she watched the injured man. "If you go anywhere in that condition, you will likely die." She said in a flat toned voice, the mechanical burr of it quite evident beneath her words. "If you would rather live, we have medical supplies available here." A line glowed behind the red visor covering her eyes. Her gaze was focused intensely on him, despite her strangely calm voice and stance.