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Sevic had been laying there silently, in pain, but not screaming, or shivering. He had given up on such things long ago, when the modifications began. It started with his chest, the control center, then his eyes.. The beasts, they didn't even give him the simple pleasure of sedatives! No, he wouldn't give them the pleasure of screaming in pain.

Then, enter the spider-bot, freedom, at last. A quiet sigh escaped him, eyes.... Or what were now called eyes, became hidden by his eyelids. He felt the little bot, working on him, he could actually feel it, the electric it was using as it working on him. "Thank you, my little friend." Then, when the bonds that held him were released, he sat bolt up right, squeezing hands into fists.

"Son of a-..." He stopped talking, just slamming the fist of his mechanical arm against the table... Apparently strength came with that modification. He swung his body around, placing his feet against the ground, then standing up.... Or, trying to, instead he began to stumble forward. After a moment he caught his balance, and stood there, shakily for a minute, looking to the other prisoners, then down to the bot.

Sevic was tired, and in pain, but the want to get out of this hell hole was a lot stronger than that... He could feel the need to escape, taste iteven.

The old man in the corner fell to the floor as soon as he was released from his shackles. He let out a groan of pain, then shakily got back to his feet. He'd seen far too much and almost wished for death, but freedom was a good second choice, whether it was truely free or not.

He had long grey hair all over his head, though he was beardless. His skin had a sligthly yellowish tint to it, and he was weak, hunched over and feeble. He had on the same clothes as most prisoners had- a torn, grey tunic with matching tattered pants, all made from the same cheap, thin material. And no shoes to cover his wrinkled feet. His name was Gavin. Just Gavin. His last name had long been forgotten by everyone, including himself.

The young male furry in the room, after first checking on his lover, went to help him up. He was Kilu. He was something like a cross between a tiger and a wolf, mostly wolf-shaped, with brown fur, but with grey tiger-stripes. So was the female, Aleya. After helping the old man over to sit on the edge of the table beside Sevik, Kilu rushed back to his mate, and they embraced tightly, tears streaking down their cheeks. "I'll never let you go again, Aleya!"

The voice emitted from the droidling again. "Please, follow the droidling. We must hurry before guards arrive." Once the speakers closed again, it turned about and scuttled out through the door rapidly, its little legs clinking on the floor, but very quietly compared to most droids.

Grimacing slightly at the display of affection between the couple (she was never into the whole touchy-feely thing), Eleri had to fight back the urge to tell them to 'get a room.' Good thing she didn't, as it probably wouldn't be the best impression of herself to these cellmates. No matter; her attention was soon drawn back towards the droid as the voice emitted from it once more.

"I'll heed that warning," the young woman said rather saucily, beginning to stride towards the exit. It felt good to finally stretch her limbs, and-- Eleri flinched. Distraction came once again as the weapon slipped out of the half-modded man's arm. That was just.. creepy.

God, would she ever be glad to get out of this place. At this point, it didn't matter what the cost for her freedom would be.

Not another word was required to urge her to move; Eleri took off after the scurrying bot as quietly as possible after motioning for the others to follow. Could these things recognize sound? She didn't know, but she certainly didn't want to find out.

Sevic moved in behind the group, stepping out of the 'cell' and moving quickly. His footsteps fell silently, something he had learned in the hopes of avoiding capture. Then, the bot stopped, and something opened...

Damned eyes... That thing either needs to speak, or keep moving...

He knew how to read, but his new eyes made it impossible. So, rather than asking, he just kept moving, staying behind the group, listening for every sound. He flinched when the blade snapped back into his arm, this time it was silent, but a bit painful to... There goes that defence idea. He had caught up with the group of three, falling into step next to them. A couple times he glanced over, tilting his head slightly, he couldn't tell what they were, but they didn't look human to him.. The one in the middle did though.

I find the a** that took my eyes, and I will tear him apart myself!

And suddenly, he had the largest urge to scream out, to draw attention, just so he could kill -something-... But he didn't he wouldn't risk that. A grin spread across his lips, images of fighting, gore, him standing over the many metalic bodies he had defeated...

The droidling led them down the hallway, curving towards the left. The entire floor of the building they were in seemed to be a giant circle. Finally it stopped by a grey hatch on the left. On either side was a window that looked into the inner machinery of the building- apparently the door led to an enormous shaft through the middle of the structure. There was some motion in various spots on the far wall, as other tiny droids repaired and made alterations to the walling.

"Wait here." the droidling messaged. Then it used its access prongs to open the hatchway. It sped inside and there was a loud commotion and some bright flashes. A few of the other droids in the room fell from their workplaces to the fr-away depths of the shaft. A platform came into view far below, speeding up towards their floor.

So far, so good. Still, no matter how close they were to freedom, it felt like eternity. Just travelling down the same circular hallway, passing identical things over and over. Everything was so painfully alike in the halls that it only made the feeling worse.

Eleri was quite glad when they finally got a break in the repetition of scenery, and the droid stopped by the peculiar grey door.

The moment the half-borg stepped closer to her, the girl immediately tensed and began to watch him warily out of the corner of her eye. Why'd he have to stand next to her? There were three other people with lovely sections of unoccupied space near them.

Discomfort only grew when his hands moved for his eyes rapidly, causing her to jump slightly. Eleri glanced at him, grimacing at the sight of the blood, watching him as he managed to smear the red liquid when he -apparently- tried to simply wipe them away.

Ew.

That platform couldn't come fast enough.

Sevic sighed, very quietly as the little bot spoke again. He moved through the doorway, then had to muffle a laugh. "Lie low... Easy for you to say." He spoke in a whisper, barely even that...

Lie low... you try being almost 6 foot and 'lieing low'...

He moved over to the edge, lowering himself down till he rested on his knees. Hands moved to rest atop his legs. The triangles in his eyes shifted color, red now. He quickly shook his head, it didn't go away. Different colors, everwhere. The green tubes down the side were black, cold, almost freezing it seemed. But the people, the others, they stood out so vividly, reds and whites....

He was seeing the heat... Everything here was so cold, so dead... And to see the others on the platform before him... It was almost beautiful. Then, his vision shifted back, to the plain, boring outline, he sighed.

"Oh... What I wouldn't give to have my eyes back... But I think this place would be even less appealing with true sight.." He spoke beneath his breath again, slowly shaking his head.