[Flashback] The universe does not sing; it hisses

[Silen]

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Description The story begins on a planet called Escarix, where a pair of nagas accidentally meet amidst the industrial surroundings of the spaceport

Участники. ... and Silen

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[Silen]

It didn't feel right, if you ask Silen. Redhaired naga was making his way, crawling down the cramped alley of cargo containers in a yard of a former Customs Administration, now-abandoned soon to be cleared, of a local spaceport. He had passed the office building and was reaching a prison block - his objective from the start. How convenient it was for those bastards, to have a whole private, hidden prison where they could keep a hostage and nest in.

In truth, Silen didn't really understand the whole story. Were they trying to trade him or her for a ransom, or were scheming something different, the details were unclear to Silen. But the cause seemed worthwhile, the task wasn't too challenging and a coin - credits they called it - was decent, halfly amounting in his pocket already.

Young snakeling lifted himself up and climbed onto the roofs of those containers, to avoid the external surveillance. Also, this path led straight to the third floor window, where the cells and the prison control room were expected to be located. Silen checked his watches for the last time - thirty seconds left before the breaking in. Perfect timing.

The acid he was equipped with, housed in a glass aerosol container was, probably, the most disturbing part of his gear. Taking all the precautions he applied it to the old and rusty metal bars, blocking his way and leaned back, as the reaction fumes rose into the air with a hissing sound. Naga had to wait, until the bars melted enough to provide him a hole to slip through and then he busted the glass - an unavoidable noise.

He dived into the long dimly lit corridor, landing on his hands, pulled the rest of his long body in, unscathed and rushed forward, wielding a weapon. The cells block was right in front of him - in a single left turn led to a gallery of four-by-two large rooms with multiple empty bunk beds and automatic doors, to be opened in some other room nearby. Silen had his reasons to doubt that the acid could melt those doors too.

Surprisingly, the prisoners were numerous, so he stood in a place, confused. An distant alarm sounded, as a response to his forced entry, and Silen snapped himself from his stupor.

- The control room! - he hissed, turning his head to the nearest cell inhabitant. - Where is it?!