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Location: Unknown
Time: 0900
The four walls of blank, insulated durasteel plates were all that surrounded Zane's cell. Only one clear indication of a door with a bright light on the ceiling that never goes out. Zane was sitting on the cold floor with his back to one of the walls. Only a cot built into the wall with a thin blanket that Zane had to take care not to accidentally rip. He already accidentally tore a hole in the blanket in his sleep one night.
Like clockwork, Zane would get served two meals a day and half of the time Zane didn't even know what he was eating. The only thing he did know was that it all tasted bland. Whether that was the result of experiments that were being done to him, or he just simply can't taste anything for some reason. Sometimes the experiment was some kind of drug, a serum that he's supposed to take for some reason. Sometimes it leaves him sick or feels like he got run over by a bantha. Eventually, as what Zane assumed to be days had gone by, the effects would wear off and he'd get a breather for a few days. Then he might be taken out of his cell and be thrown into some sort of physical test. Sometimes it'll be walking through a maze and getting to the other side. Other times it'll be like he's training through specialized equipment to see how his body performs after the serum's effects. Zane still didn't know what the serum was or what it was supposed to do other than he always felt terrible with every dose.
What was odd was the fact that all Zane interacted with outside of his cell was droids that loved to strong arm him and some voice that speaks over the intercoms. Least to say the facility was pretty well guarded as there were always military grade droids armed with rifles patrolling throughout the facility. There was even a reconnaissance probe droid that Zane sometimes caught a glimpse of during these tests.
Now, after Zane finished eating his tasteless meal, he sighs as he rests his head on the balled up bundle of his blanket to serve as a terrible pillow. How he missed being outside, to see the sky and to explore the space beyond the atmospheres. Sure he missed the droid fights too, but really he missed building the droids from the hardware to the software. It was truthfully his escape from how much a trainwreck his home life was. Now, whenever he focuses on this strange sixth-like sense, Zane can't feel anything outside of his cell. Like something was blocking his ability to look past it. All he could do is sigh as his mind dreamed of returning to freedom and being out of this nightmare.
Time: 0900
The four walls of blank, insulated durasteel plates were all that surrounded Zane's cell. Only one clear indication of a door with a bright light on the ceiling that never goes out. Zane was sitting on the cold floor with his back to one of the walls. Only a cot built into the wall with a thin blanket that Zane had to take care not to accidentally rip. He already accidentally tore a hole in the blanket in his sleep one night.
Like clockwork, Zane would get served two meals a day and half of the time Zane didn't even know what he was eating. The only thing he did know was that it all tasted bland. Whether that was the result of experiments that were being done to him, or he just simply can't taste anything for some reason. Sometimes the experiment was some kind of drug, a serum that he's supposed to take for some reason. Sometimes it leaves him sick or feels like he got run over by a bantha. Eventually, as what Zane assumed to be days had gone by, the effects would wear off and he'd get a breather for a few days. Then he might be taken out of his cell and be thrown into some sort of physical test. Sometimes it'll be walking through a maze and getting to the other side. Other times it'll be like he's training through specialized equipment to see how his body performs after the serum's effects. Zane still didn't know what the serum was or what it was supposed to do other than he always felt terrible with every dose.
What was odd was the fact that all Zane interacted with outside of his cell was droids that loved to strong arm him and some voice that speaks over the intercoms. Least to say the facility was pretty well guarded as there were always military grade droids armed with rifles patrolling throughout the facility. There was even a reconnaissance probe droid that Zane sometimes caught a glimpse of during these tests.
Now, after Zane finished eating his tasteless meal, he sighs as he rests his head on the balled up bundle of his blanket to serve as a terrible pillow. How he missed being outside, to see the sky and to explore the space beyond the atmospheres. Sure he missed the droid fights too, but really he missed building the droids from the hardware to the software. It was truthfully his escape from how much a trainwreck his home life was. Now, whenever he focuses on this strange sixth-like sense, Zane can't feel anything outside of his cell. Like something was blocking his ability to look past it. All he could do is sigh as his mind dreamed of returning to freedom and being out of this nightmare.