Prisonbreak

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Today's the day, we all told ourselves. After two years of planning, two years we'd never get back, today was the day. It started out without a hitch. We went to our normal jobs, delegated by the Toa who ran this place. Fools. They never assumed, never even let it slip into their bloated, self-righteous heads that maybe we would escape. No. It couldn't be possible. Maybe it wouldn't have crossed ours, either, if conditions weren't so crappy here. We were beaten, starved, and degraded, which is NOT the way you want to fix the "dregs of society" like us. But I digress.

It started small. A prisoner or two "disappeared", the guards were sure it was just another murder. Security was loosened. That's when we took our chance. We overpowered what guards we could overpower, took what weapons we could, and torched that darn island to the ground. Hagah, that was their name for it. After some Toa Team of guardians. About 60 of us planned our escape. A quarter of that didn't make it, including my best friend. Crazy Piraka charged into a guard tower with an improvized explosive strapped to his chest trying to distract the sharpshooters. It wasn't pretty.

Anyway, we got to the teleportation devices that the prison inspectors used, but we found out they had already been switched to one-way when we sent five prisoners in and they came back in scorched body bags. Now we were stuck, and the Prison Board could fill the darn island with guards, cops, bounty hunters and the like whenever they wanted to. So, the 40 of us that were left went our seperate ways, figuring there was no way we could all get out in one big group. Now here we are, 40 murderers, thieves, drug cookers, and the like, trying to get off whatever's left of Hagah alive...and free.

Oh, happy days.

-Kellin (Prisoner #48104)

Locations

Hagah - The main island, home of the prison.

Hagah State Prison - Or what's left of it. The whole place was destroyed by the prisoners, and now only a few intact pieces of it are being used as bases for prisoners who are trying to form their own governmental system.

Free Hagah - The settlement constructed by the special police force that the Prison Board sent to quell the prisoners. Getting in here is murder, literally. The orders are shoot on sight unless you have the Guardchip embedded in your arm.

The Hagah Islets - There is a ring of dwarf islands surrounding Hagah, six to be exact, and each is named after a Toa Hagah.

Norik - The Islet of fire, Hakann, rival of everyone but himself, and second in command of the Prison board, resides here. The islet is no more than one miles in diameter, as all of the islets are. In the very center of this land of fire and lava is a black dome, burnt, with one entrance. Inside this base is Hakann and his soldiers.

Gaaki - The Islet of Water, this place is a small jungle with many rivers and small lakes, in the center of the lush jungle is a steel dome base, surrounded by about a hundred yards of dirt and sand. Vezok, the Piraka who lives and works there, doesn't like nature.

Iruini - The Islet of Air, it is basically a foggy island, with nothing on it but a gunmetal dome base, where Zaktan, the leader of the Prison Board, lives and works. Some very odd rumors come from this islet, such as the idea that Zaktan is the fog, or at least lives in it.

Pouks - The Islet of Stone, this small island is a metal box, surrounded by a force field, it's actually obvious that Avak lives here. No one is ever seen coming out, or going in, and nothing is known about the inside.

Kualus - The Islet of ice, it is a living mountain, just like the one on Xia, except it is under control by the islet's owner, Thok. The base on this islet is said to be deep within the mountain.

Bomonga - The Islet of Earth, it is nothing but a flat surface or sand, sinking sand, it is rumored to have it's base in the center of the sand pit. Reidak and his soldier dwell here, but they are rarely seen.

That's pretty much it. The smart ones don't generally stay in one place. It's an easy way to get captured or killed.

Factions

Prison Board - Otherwise known as The Piraka, six Skakdi who work for the Dark Hunters. They poorly run the island, and are the cause of the riot, and this whole problem with the Prison. Some say they were trying to make the Prisoners into a large army, but they backfired on them, and the riot began.

Prisoners - The 40 survivors of the Prisonbreak. They're generally not seen in groups, as it brings too much attention from the Board. They're mainly trying to get off the island alive, and all allegiances between them are fragile at best.

Natives - The residents of Hagah. They're abused by the Prison Board and treated bluntly by the prisoners, so it's not likely that they'd be too happy to see a member of either side.

Playable Species

Matoran
Toa
Steltian
Vortixx
Skakdi
Turaga

There are rumors that something went wrong with the teleporation devices when the prisoners tried using them, and a couple Black and White Makuta leaked out of some alternate dimensions. What a load of junk, huh?

Well, anyway, good luck surviving. I've told you all I can. Hope to see you in the free world, mate.

Credits

Kazi/Didact/Skar-After I pitched him the idea, he was a great help with the locations, factions, and improving on my initial backstory. I share credit with him.
Zar-For being gracious enough to withdraw his own RPG in order to let me put this up here.
Rig and DH-For letting me put up Prisonbreak as the official MNI RPG.

Staff

Tyler Durden-Host (June 15, 2011-present)
Skarloth-Moderator 1(June 15, 2011-present)
Muscles Glasses-Moderator 2(August 16, 2011-present)

Former Staff

Rising Moon-Moderator 2(July 1, 2011-July 11, 2011)
Der Blitzmesser-Moderator 2(July 11, 2011-July 16, 2011)
The Zarnalo-Moderator 2 (June 15, 2011-July 1, 2011; July 16, 2011-August 16, 2011)

Rules

• BZP Rules apply, obviously.
• No god-modding (e.g. controlling someone else's character, having your character do something impossible). And if someone god-mods against you, don't do it back, tell a Prisonbreak Mod.
• This is a Text-Based RPG, so to join in you post what is basically a miniature story for what is currently happening to your character.
• Use IC for In-Character and OOC for Out-Of-Character.
e.g.:
IC: The Toa leapt from ledge to ledge, seeking the rogue Rahi.

OOC: Hey Randommember1, care to join in?
• Don't bunny (meaning control extensively) other peoples characters without their permission.
• Don't kill anothers character without permission.
• Unlimited Characters.
• No silliness such as suddenly turning everyone's swords into feather dusters and having a tickle-off. Believe me, it's not as funny as you think.
• Don't glory hog or continuously degrade someone else's character.
• Along with current restrictions you are not allowed any unreasonable elements (Life, Creation, or Time) and all characters are incapable of performing Nova Blasts. Light and Shadow are allowed, but only if you have a good enough reason deemed fit by a majority of the Prisonbreak mods. Custom species are allowed, but custom elements aren't. Current unusable masks are the Komau, Avohkii, Kraahkan, Mask of Creation, Mask of Elemental Energy, Aki, Rua, or any Kanohi Nuva.

Credit to The Power That Is for the above rules (with some modifications).




Play on,

-Spawn

OOC: no dood i'm da host!!!!!1!!!!one

IC: Kellin

"It's only a matter of time until the Skakdi end up sending troops down here to capture and kill whoever doesn't come quietly," said the Toa of Sonics. "I saw we roll with it for now and add on to the plan later."

-Spawn

IC: Kellin

Kellin grinned. "Take some prisoners," he said. "It's not like there aren't going to be casualties in this place."

The grin slid off his face as if it was soaked in oil. "Surprise only takes you so far. If a Piraka doesn't directly come to take control of the situation, a lieutanent will."

"I heard the same...rumors...of a kind of superweapon hidden here. Apparently, there IS some kind of nuclear device on Hagah. If we could commandeer it, it could be something to use against the Piraka, or at least buy our freedom with it from the black market. I'm sure you all still have contacts, even in this place."

He looked at what was left of the assembled group. "I think it's best if we split up. It'll be a lot easier getting caught and killed if we're a giant group. You three," he said, pointing to the (NPC) prisoners, "come with me. The rest of you can split into groups of two or three, or go solo. I don't care. We'll meet up in 24 hours at the western end of the island, near the forests. North Hagah is where the teleportation devices are; it's not likely they can fall that easily into friendly hands."

He looked at the motley group of criminals he had picked up in his escape, and he found he had grown strangely attached. Without each other, they wouldn't have made it this far. Before emotion began to well up in him, he nodded at the Toa and Matoran.

"Good luck."

-Spawn

OOC: Ignore ANY TYPOES i make; wqeird keyboaRD...

IC - Ataz:

"Hi."

The words were calm, yet no one had spoken. That they cpoukls see.

The guards had withdrawn, as if waiting for something.

then, oh so prdictably, a scream rang out. a criminal was screaming, clutching at his throat, which appeared to be conturting and squashing itself.

As he collapsed, a nearby vortixx joined him, an arrow in her left eye.

And through a newly made hole in the ceiling, ataz dropped, landing a crouch. His hands were flexing, his iron power primed to block any incoming projectiles.

He repeated his first greeting.

"Hi."

IC: Kellin

Kellin had sent the prisoners out ahead of him, and they were waiting at a predetermined point he had set. He'd stayed behind to scout out what was left of the prison for any clues on how to get past the Piraka's defenses, and hopefully a way to summon them to their deaths on this heap of rock.

Then the Toa dropped down, and he immediately knew that this wouldn't end well. One look at him told Kellin that he was a professional, but then again, so was he.

He was one of the most rumor-shrouded beings in the world, and if he was killed in a riot he had helped plan, anyone left in Hagah would take a serious ego hit.

Simple, then. I won't get killed.

"Hi," said the Toa of Sonics with a grin. In any other light, it would have seemed charming.

-Spawn

IC: Kellin

"Just the way I like it," Kellin said, picking up on the slightest sound the assassin's foot made as it skidded to a halt and firing off a sonic wave at it.

He followed up with a spray of his shotgun, pellets seperating and burying themselves into whatever was in front of them.

-Spawn

IC: He cwas to slow. Using a kakama had two advantages; heightened speed, and heightened reflexes. the second came in handy as Ataz quickly shot the the opposite side, dodging the attacks. As he slowed, his bow flew into his hands, and he drew back, an arrow appearing on the bow, and fired a shot at Kellin's heartlight. An instant later, he had zipped to another angle, from which came a hail of iron spikes. Zipping in a irregular zig=zag pattern, his bow on his back and his wristblades extended, Ataz closed in, leaping at kellin.

IC: Kellin

Kellin took the advantage, using his Mahiki to shapeshift into a Doom Viper and avoiding the arrow and the iron spikes flying at him. He then shapeshifted back into a Toa, drawing his sword and blocking his wristblades.

-Spawn

IC: Ataz's eyes gleamed. The sword's blade bent, and his wristblades got out of the deadlock they had been in. he was in now; close range, where Kellin's blade would be hardly even slightly.

He jabbed swiftly, aiming stabs at kellin's armpit, heartlight, groin, and thigh.

IC: Kellin

Kellin rolled to the right to avoid Ataz's attack, and found that his sword had already bent back to normal. Kellin shot a high-pitched scream into Ataz's mind, setting it to the assassin's pitch and tone to add a dose of reality.

While he was distracted, Kellin dove at the Toa, headbutting him into the wall.

-Spawn

IC: Ataz slammed back into the wall-

-and his armor mporphed long spikes, designed to impale the toa who was hurdling into him.

IC: Kellin

Kellin anticipated that. Toa of Iron had horrible ways of using everything around you against you.

He had transformed into an organic Rahi, some kind of bug, and waited for Ataz's armor to shift before he reshifted into his regular form on the other side of the hallway.

-Spawn

IC: Kellin

We've cut the lights. Oh, Mata Nui, yes.

The ball was in his court now. Kellin filled the entire room with an enormous pitch of white noise, and filled it with the sound of footsteps and gunshots. There was no way Ataz would know which sounds were him mounting an attack and which were fake.

-Spawn

IC: The room was very suddenly Atazless - the assassin having retreatred through anotherr newly made hole, this one in the wall.

However, the room was very much lightless, not to mention the sounds. stationed mostly outside the room, the guards blinding continued firing. elementsal flashes lit up the room.

and it was all a blind fight.

IC: Kellin

Kellin reached out to all the sound waves in the room, focusing, but he didn't hear the assassin breathing. He was gone.

"Okay," he muttered quietly, "let's get out of here."

-Spawn

OOC: Enter Hualn. Also: GMs: If there's no chance of seeing the fires from the shore, then I'll edit.

IC: WHOOSH

A short figure, absent-minded in its every movement, daintily stepped off a ferry.

Their helmeted head spared no passing glance at other disembarking figures whose garb clearly gave them away as mercenaries, much like itself and the almost comically large sword strapped to its back. Instead, its visored face and the eyes beneath were looking towards the island. Some would say it was to analyze the combat status of the territory burning red with blood and fire in the night. Others would suggest that it could be to pick targets among the throngs of prisoners, if the mercenary could see that far.

They were both wrong.

The figure had never analyzed anything pertaining to combat. And they never picked targets.

They didn't need to. Why, why analyze when most battles aren't challenging enough? And why pick targets when each enemy is just as weak as the next?

For Hualn of the Grazonurus had never found himself needing to think, only to explore. Just as he didn't need any more weapons than his sword. Just as he didn't even need to notice that he had stepped into empty air when coming off the boat and had floated down to hover above the sand.

And now, to find that client. What was his name again...Oh, Hakann.

Yes, mused Hualn, as he turned to look towards what he knew to be Norik Island from briefings, he had never needed anyone.

IC: A lone figure sat in the cell, facing the thick, dense wall of stone that heled him in. Deemed too dangerous to be placed anywhere else, he was here in solitary confinement, near the center of the prison. Kept under close watch, Prisoner 863 was placed here not for the safety of himself, but for the other inmates. He was a Pit escapee, evidently deadly, ruthless, and cunning enough to make it out of that hellhole alive.

Of course, the worst thing about him was that he neither looked nor acted the part. He kept to himself, rarely bragged or boasted, not once posturing like so many other inmates did. On the occasion the guards interacted with him, he always was polite, considerate, and friendly. More than once, he'd seen a stressed out guard and called him over, teaching them ways he'd learned to calm oneself and relax. The young toa would have, if possible, likely been let out for good behavior.

That was the most puzzling thing of all. How could such a nice kid wind up in the Pit, let alone fight his way out of it? Most assumed it was just a facade, and there was a cold-hearted killer inside the nice guy exterior.

But that was the past. Things were about to change. With the breakouts becoming more and more common, the guards had to be spared to keep the inmates under control, and now, there was a lull in security of Cipher.

He scanned the wall, searching for cracks, chips, any kind of weak point. None.

See not with the eyes, but with the mind... he reminded himself, closing his eyes and heightening his focus. A lifelong Practitioner of the Art, there was a chance he could break through by some other means, but this was the quickest and he wanted to get it right. A mental image soon displayed itself, a dim point of light gleaming directly in fron of him.

"There it is!" he said, elated at his discovery. Hard part done. Now all he needed to do was touch that point with the correct pressure...

With a gleam in his eye, a fanged smirk on his face, and a shouted "Bakusai Tenketsu!" the Pit escapee, jabbed his index finger into the stone wall, where it sank through like the wall was made of sand.

For a moment, nothing. Cipher's face twisted into disappointed, confused frown. "I was sure I had it..."

The wall promptly exploded pelting him with sizeable chunks of rock and creating a thick cloud of dust.

He didn't mind the debris slamming into him, stuff like that barely hurt anymore. Rather, he whooped his elation. "All right! I finally figured it out!"

With a satisfied smirk and a new technique in his repitoire, Cipher rushed through the newly created hole. It was time to get outta here.

OOC: no interaction yet I'm switching computers and finishing this post up kthnx Done lol

IC: Kellin

Kellin had been walking down a hallway, trying to find the nearest exit, when a wall of a prison block actually EXPLODED out, sending rubble flying right for him. He sent out a high-pitched sonic screech, destroying the rocks. He drew a pistol at the wall-

and saw a Toa walking out with a smirk.

His eyebrow went up.

"Did YOU do that?" he said with a grin.

-Spawn