Sacrificing Sanity

[Not Espi]

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Espi woke up in the docking bay of Amayamo. The last thing he remembered was his disabled Gladiator entering the cruiser. He looked around as his Gladiator was surrounded by twelve robotic soldiers. Each held a weird looking rifle as they refused to move a muscle and kept their weapons sights on him. He took off his targeting interface, showing the scar on his eye. His hand, still a bit stiff from trying to control his ship, held his sidearm in his holster. A voice boomed from the loud speakers: "Remain calm and slowly exit the ship now, you are not worth the wait so please move and you won't be harmed."

He took a deep breath, calmed down and strapped off from his pilot seat, ready to head for the ship exterior. He kept his holster open, but knew that a wrong move might be fatal. He exited the ship through a small opening after it's decompression. Stood next to his ship, took out his sidearm and handed it to one of the robots surrounding him. The robots took the sidearm and lowered their weapons. They gestured in the direction of a door and Espi was escorted inside. As if that wasn't a big surprise what was inside was even more of a surprise. Plants and trees were everywhere as if they were the very walls of the ship. The furniture was top-grade fit for a king and that was just the couches and chairs sitting around the edges next to the plants. He was moved off into lower parts of the ship, each level just as fancy as the next. Three levels later they reached a level were the term "dump" was an understatement. The walls were breeding fungus of all kinds, and the floor was joining in on the act. Rows of cell doors were lining the walkway and silence was obvious as nothing made a sound, even their steps were quiet. The group stopped in front of one of the cell doors and they opened it. Robotic Guard #1 looked at him with a grim expression, "We apologize for the lack luster holding sir, we will make it up to you....one day..." The robot pushed Espi in the cell and they left.

He looked around to see his cell. 'Interesting' place. All that was there was his bars, and a metal floor. All of a sudden, the uniform was a bit tight - he took the upper part down, now his chest naked. He touched his scars, and waited till he cools down a bit. He just stood there, observing his surroundings for a few minutes, thinking.

"I guess you would like to talk to me.", he said, turning his face to the left. He knew someone was there. A man who appeared to be in his early twenties emerged from the shadows. "Hmm...you can say that.." he murmured. The man walked past him and held onto the bars of the cell. He looked behind at Espi, "Do you feel trapped?"

"Is that important at this point?", the Corsair asked, coming closer to his 'host'. "Introductions would be more appropriate, I believe." He took two steps back, straightened up, looked the man in the eyes, and introduced himself. "Espingarda, Buccaneer of The Black Sails." He stretched his hand towards the man in the shadows, offering a handshake. The man stood there for a second, thinking what to expect. "Do you think you should be afraid of me at this point, senor?", Espi slowly moved his eyes up and down the bars surrounding him, and looking the man back in the face.