[Prenote: This is an open RP line. Please feel free to insert your character into the story.]
Silence resounded within the chamber. Placement of the figure upon center of room gave way to certain aspectful appeal. Lids lay over orbs, deep orbs, orbs that had fathomed war, creation, destruction, and loss. Orbs longing to look upon love. Hand laid, left over right, thumbs touching to form a circle, palms up, in the boy's lap. Legs crossed, X-shape focusing linear ligaments into enhanced solitude. Meditation grew steadily deeper, mind wandering, racing upon new thoughts. This was, perhaps, the boys time, time for seeking, for learning, understanding. Perhaps at best, it was his time to wake up, to shed his old self and begin the new. Breathing continued, raspy and strained, the deprivation of notum his chamber continually had the cause of such pain. Eyes slowly drew open, orbs gazing upon the bare white metal walls. The light was an annoyance on the eyes, though adaptation came quickly. Head lifted, and silent cry rang forth, plea of loss for freedom. The nanomage, though more like solitus in appearance, due to exposure to light and more physical activity than most, stood, turning to the door. It was a soft knock that had awoken him from meditation; the cause the ICC Jail Guard told to watch over him. He nodded to the nanomage, and he nodded back, allowing the handcuffs to be placed, held at the gunpoint of the familiar Supernova.
"Don't cause any trouble. Your almost home free, it would suck to lose what freedom you've earned Carl." the Peacekeeper said, gun only slightly raised. He knew the boy wasn't a threat, and they had become friends, despite protocal.
"I know." The boy, Carl, said quietly. They reached a gate where a woman was standing, smiling.
"The shuttle will take you back to Rubi Ka, will drop you off at ICC." she said, sweetly, overly sweet. "We just need you to sign here and all possesions will be restored to you." Again came the saturatedly disgusting sweet tone. Carl nodded, signing quickly. Out came the chest. The steel chest, locked once, with an ecryption key. The key went in, the lid went up, and things were, as well, almost normal. There were the articles he had, every last one of them. He pulled forth what he needed right away, tools, items to hit production, kits, ammunition. His face cracked into a smile, so unfamiliar in the past ten months. "Your weapons and Armor will be restored once your planet side." she sang. It made him want to retch, immediatly dampening the joy. Why couldn't she be genuinely happy for someone getting there freedom back? He cursed her in his mind, closing the box more than half full, sliding it back to her. "All this in your bank?" Again, the feeling of hatred. He nodded, cuffs coming free as the shuttle was boarded, by fellow inmates, a few he had seen here and there. The Peacekeeper he had become aquainted with, simply nodded and smile. "Welcome back to Rubi-Ka." he grinned.
The shuttle ride was short. He had slept most of the time. A nudge by an inmate woke him, they were leaving. He gathered up the satchel he had with him, the tools for crafting, and stepped off, into the ICC. He took a deep breath, looking around, notum filling his viens again.
Hours pased, beaurcratic red tape. Citizen ship, name, armor, weapons, all restored, the light of the world shimmering in the boys eyes. He was happy again, restored. Standing in the streets of Old Athens, he knew not where to start. It had all been renewed, and things...were looking better, for Carl "Lurai" Shone.
