Morgan
How bad can I be?
[SIZE=12pt]The harrowed howls of many a man and woman echoed from within the detention compound which calls the planet Mayferria home. Shouts of pain and sorrow flowed down the halls of the melancholy environment. Thousands upon thousands of cells lined the walls, each cell a single bed and toilet. Near the entrance of the prison mouth sat a rather large building which was used to detain and sentence the newly arrested. A crashing thump would emit from a closed off room, and the sound of a chair hitting the ground echoes the ground floor but not a single guard stirs, it seems to be a regular occurrence.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“I do not have time to be dealing with low lives like you,” barks out the armoured guard, before he settles himself back into his seat.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“And here I am, thinking you brought me in for a play date,” coughs out Morgan, a spray of saliva and phlegm splattering upon the floor beside where he lay cuffed to the chair.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Just tell him your name, I would rather get home to the wife before she gets worried,” sighs out a suit-wearing human standing in the corner.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]For the moment everything sits silent, bar the sound of wood upon metal as Morgan struggles to pull himself and the chair to their feet, after a few pathetic attempts the human takes a step forward and assists, as their feet touch the metalic floor he steps back.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Morgan,” wheezes out Morgan, “Morgan Calithil.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]As he speaks the guard picks up a pen and begins to write down information upon a piece of paper sitting on top of a file which read ‘Classified’. Morgan stared towards the guard, his bright blue eyes piercing through to the other as if he was trying to curse him but to no avail, as the guard meet his gaze a stream of mist escaped his visor and a grunt followed after.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Species?” he asked in an all to unflattering way.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Sephi.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Your real, species.” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Look, you may not believe me but it’s true.” he sighs out. “The family has some human in our blood somewhere, which explains my skin and hair but for the most part I am Sephi.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Not worth arguing about, baby gets his way.” mutters out the guard.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]For a moment the guard begins to look Morgan up and down, making him somehow feel more uncomfortable than how he was prior, with the metal floor pressing into him under his own body weight. Slowly the guard begins to mutter and write for a little while.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Height, one-hundred eighty centimeters. Skin tone, light brown. Hair colour, brown. Eye colour, blue. Weight, sixty kilograms. Sex, female.” chuckles the guard.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Hang on, I am a male and can prove it to you if you n-”
“No need for that, write down male.” interrupts the human with an unimpressed sigh.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]The guard lets out a heavy sigh before scribbling out what he had previously wrote and began to jot some more notes down, he stretches and the sickening sounds of cracks begin to emit from every joint in his upper body. The human looks at him with disgust before shaking his own head and sighing out loud.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“I’ll take over the questions, now Morgan.” begins the human before he straightens his stance. “You’re here because you were seen fleeing a subsection where a some dead bodies were found, it would be in your best interests to explain your side.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Not much to tell, I heard blaster fire and ran.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“There has to be more to the story than that.” insists the human. “Considering you fled from the nearby alleyway, which is quite a ways from your ilk’s residency.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“I went out for a jog, heard the noise and ran, I didn’t want to get caught into some sort of business that isn’t mine.” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Then explain why we confiscated a home-made lightsaber from your person as we brought you in.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Morgan looks directly towards the human, his brows furrow into a deep scowl for a moment before taking in a deep breath and composing himself, a sigh escapes his lips before he clears his throat and looks away from the human.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“I was practicing.” Morgan lets out in a defeated tone. “Didn’t want my family to see.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Practicing. Right.” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]All the while the two talked, the guard continued to write down information upon the piece of paper, filling up one side and flipping over to another, it would seem to be filled with the conversation and tidbit information that the guard had oversaw himself.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Your spacecraft has been brought to the front of the compound, but before you leave we must take a photograph of you to finish your file.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Morgan was escorted out of the room into another, more cramped, area that had five others in line to be recorded. The picture was quick and easy, showing his full six foot form and clothing.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]“Good riddance.” spat out the guard. “We’ll see more of him, next time in a cell.”
“I don’t think so, he may put his foot in his mouth and be a terrible liar,” states the human. “But he was smart enough to come to us when he knew running wasn’t an option.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]After a couple moments Morgan left the compound and retrieved his flyer, stepping upon it and leaving the area to return home. A smirk comes to his face, as the wind catches his hair and clothing, clearly he had much on his mind and was happy to be on his way home.[/SIZE]
