Welcome to the Facility

[Ash]

Tristan was floating through space, he wasn't sure how he breathed but he did not ponder over it. Sensations of feeling overcame him; happiness, curiosity, bliss and complete freedom. He lay back and let the momentum carry him past planets, stars and nebulae all as beautiful as nothing he'd seen in his years of piloting. But there was suddenly a sting on the left flank of his neck, it happened so unexpectedly. He tried to pull his arm up to clutch it but it did not obey him for some reason. Another pinch in his neck, this time on the right. Tristan was suddenly overcome by frustration, anger and fear. He sqeezed his eyes tightly closed tensing for the next sting to come, but a moment passed and he opened his eyes not to see the scape of sirius before him but those familiar white tiles on the floor beneath him. He rolled his head to his wrists to find they were binded to some kind of standing chair he was perched on. Tris was now used to waking up in unfamiliar white rooms, in this place they all seemed to be the same anyway so the impact dulled every time. For a moment he forgot the stings in his neck and gave himself a moment to muse over the fact he'd woken up somwhere random again, yet these people could not find any other place any different from the last. He could not bring his eyes up to face the wall that was presumbaly ahed of him, his neck seemed to be completley deadened, but he caught two shoes of a person stroll past his vision for a second.

".....Uuurghflp.......grlaaab.............."

What he attempted to say only came out as a series of noises and grunts.

"Listen carefully, I know what effects the chemicals i have just administred to your body have upon humans so do not try to act stupid or smart with me. Whatever your name was before it is now irrelevant, you are now designated Subject 227, is that clear?"

".....Rweehjshkhhh........"

The man moved close to Tristan, the sound of his breath was at tristans ear. Tris also noticed he seemed to be holding a clip board of some sort in his left hand with a pen in his right. He saw this man's hands tense as in anger or frustration.

"That, Subject 227, is trying to act smart. You may be the Commanders Pet experiment but in my lab you are just another damn distraction and weight to my workload. This may be the last time he will try to stall me from my work, but be sure Subject 227, there are plenty of trials here that are particularly interested in you, so be polite and show some enthusiasm when we get round to each one hmm? It's up to you, we can carry them out with anaesthetic providing invalid results and a simoultanious waste of time prompting repeats after repeats, or you can consent and we may actually find something interesting from this waste of time as well as space.

A moment of silence filled the gap between rants of this man in white that now circled round in front of Tristan to his right. Tris wasn't sure as to reply or not as he would surely be punished either way, the only factor keeping his mouth shut was to preserve energy, what for? Not even Tristan knew. Maybe the tinyest spark of hope of escaping that was soon extinguished instantly by the man Tristan now decided to label as 'The Scientist'.

"That's the spirit! Now just a few words about your current situation 227, you have no possibility of escape, ok? Don't try your luck in here because then you may find yourself trying your luck against six inch reinforced deadlock security doors, a good number of black market security weapons systems and an empty void of space ranging at about a 100k to the next station, that's IF you jump in the right direction. So basically, try to escape and your more likely to be discovered as a small cloud of ice crystals before you can even consider getting through that door over there."

Control was returning to Tristan's neck as he realised he could bring his head up against the headrest of his standing chair. For the first time his eyes focused on the face that he would come to despise. A man in his fourties, nearly completley bald and as unremarkable in clothing as everyone else he had seen here apart from Jasper. A white labcoat was all that differeciated him from the common security guards. His eyes were a deep bright grey and he wore perfectly circular spectacles that reflected the light on the cieling, obscuring the only part of him that seemed human. It was true that he caried a clipboard in his right hand and a pen in his left, at present he seemed to be jotting a few things down but his focus soon returned to Tristan.

"Subject 227, Blood group AB negative. Well, well, well 227, there seems to be a reason the Commander kept you after all. It seems like we currently have no subjects on database at this time with blood type AB negative who have had the privelage of being tested on. Personally there are a few chemical tests including my most favoured of experiments that i would like to intiate here but first we'l take some physical tests. VW-ECT is probably suitable, i'l slot you in for later this afternoon, i'm sure they'l be more than happy to electrocute, just one more subject."

The Scientists allowed a small twitch of a smile to pass through his formal exterior before suddenly heeling off and striding through the door behind him. For a moment Tris realised that there was a reflection of himself staring back at him from a mirror as wide as a window from the opposite wall. He noticed that he was locked down into his chair quite securley and The Scientist's demotivating words semmed to make more of an impact then. He allowed his head to roll onto his shoulder and he prayed for the anaesthetic to come back and send him packing off into the unconscious of his mind again.

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