I Know My Prisons

In all my years designing various things, I have never been called on to design a prison. Which is strange because if anyone should be called on to make a prison its someone who's spent so much time in them. - Chronicles of Lorentino

The rust door turned out to be the correct one (or it wasn't and I'm lying to you now because I'm the victor I write history, just put that in the back of your mind when you read any failure how awful it must have been I couldn't just lie my way out of it). We found no traps, just abandoned rooms and corridors. If not for the energy shield I'd have imagined it was just an empty site devoid of anything. But I did notice some features that seemed to speak to me of what this institution did. It took me a moment to try and figure out why a land based area would have what looked clearly like blast door sections throughout as if it was a starship. And then it hit me. It was a prison.

Instantly everything made sense. The energy shield wasn't designed to trap people from getting in it was designed to stop people from getting out. Even all these years later the prison was still operating as if it was still needed. Which made me worry if something was waiting there in the deeps for us. Shira shared a similar discomfort with things. It only got worse as we went deeper and had to bypass more abandoned security check points with extra failing security tech at each one. By the time we were in a vault area that had been guarded by no less than four separate could not be opened until a previous one was closed doors. I figured we should probably have backed out. Made especially true when we entered a chamber holding but one prisoner.

"Indeterminate race or origin, still alive." He looked kind of short for an ultimate prisoner. He was half my height. Barely above the height of a child.

"Do we know why he's in there?"

"I can't read this language." I had struggled with it as well. I thought maybe this race was the same one as the one I'd been stuck with, but no apparently this was a different race forgotten by time. The galaxy apparently forgot a lot of races.

"Maybe he's a warrior locked away to be released when the galaxy is in peril?"

"So we should unlock him now then? Galaxy seems pretty much always in peril."

"Funny."

"Lets keep moving, the power source for the shield is beyond this room."

"Shouldn't we be worried if we cut the power it'll thaw this guy out?" Shira looked at me for a moment and then beyond the room.

"We'll be fine, I mean it's your adventure right? You can't die on an adventure."

"Several thousand people who have accompanied me would dissagree." But I was in no place to do that as her logic was as good as mine, and I really wanted to be out of the mans cell.