Deep Dark Dungeon
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rinkhcTitle: Deep Dark Dungeon
Fandom: Original Fiction - Lizards ‘verse
Series: Kat’s Therapy Journal - 16th Tensway, 5432
Prompt: Dungeons
Medium: FIC
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 757
Summary: PsyCorp Recovered Files: 12th Salmas, 5410. Cardinal flight detained at spaceport on Lumas for repairs to Rain Dancer.
Content Notes: No standard notes apply
16th Tensway, 5432
Subject: Boredom on missions
How did we pass out time when we were bored? You ask. I don’t know why this is relevant or important, but I’ll indulge your curiosity.
We spent a lot of time traveling between assignments. That was probably the longest stretches of boredom. We played cards. Sometimes we sang or made up songs or stories, or told jokes.
Oh, wait, there was this one time that was really weird. We had all been hauled off the ship as illegal aliens when we were in this spaceport for an unscheduled refueling and repair on the Rain Dancer. The local constables dragged us, in chains, through the center of town and to their jail. I am not exaggerating when I tell you that their jail was a pit. It was like something out of an old entertainment vid, it was dark and dank and the walls were stone. There were old rusted chains attached to the walls. The metal cell dors squealed on the hinges as they were opened and closed.
Davi’dan started joking that there might be skeletons in the darkest corners, still chained there, forgotten by their jailors. That started the others to embellishing the scenario and before I knew it, we were being held captive in a haunted dungeon, complete with sound effects added by my teammates.
It was all fun until the sun went down and the pit got completely dark, with no light coming through the windows high on the wall and no artificial lighting in our holding area. It wasn’t long before I was ready to strangle Davi’dan for planting the morbid, spooky stories in all our heads. I was just as jumpy as everyone else, I hate the dark. I was able to see a little sliver of moon outside one of the windows and I was focusing on that to keep from thinking about the dark around us.
Mahrc found me in the dark, and while he never knew about my fear, he did put an arm around my shoulders and keep me company. We sat on the floor against the wall together and I dozed on and off through the night, unwilling and unable to let my guard completely down.
I think that was the longest night I ever spent with Cardinal Flight. Everyone tried to make of the situation, joking about the non-existent haunts that might be down there with us. They made a game of it, trying to come up with the most outlandish illegal alien that had ever been incarcerated there.
When it was my turn, I came up with a smuggler that was a giant worm, named Plucky Peepo from the planet Latrine Three, known throughout the sector for the export of the most noxious candy in the universe. This candy was highly valued because of its hallucinogenic qualities, and because it was a status symbol on eight different worlds to say that you had eaten some of it. Mahrc passed his turn, having no imagination and not wanting to look foolish.
I learned a few new songs that night, and found out that Tadd Davi’dan, for all his more annoying traits, has an excellent singing voice and a repertoire of dirty ditties and bawdy ballads that no one on the team could rival.
Needless to say the dungeon wasn’t haunted. Nothing nibbled at our toes in the dark, none of our souls were snatched and none of my teammates disappeared into the depths of the unknown. When dawn came, most of them had fallen asleep, using each other as pillows. Only Mahrc, Davi and myself were still awake when the jailor turned up at the door and stared down at us.
He had an odd expression on his face that I didn’t fully understand until I realized he had a weapon pressed to the side of his head. Storm waved and smiled as he fumbled with the keys as Hauck continued to hold the weapon.
Mahrc complained to them about following protocols and going through the proper channels, but Hauck just snorted and waved his weapon and said he had the best tools for cutting through bureaucratic bullshit and that we should all get our asses out of the damned cell before the rest of the town woke up. They had made the repairs to the ship and were ready to go before they came to collect the rest of us, a completely practical plan. I might not have resented it at all if it hadn’t been for the dark haunted dungeon part.
Fandom: Original Fiction - Lizards ‘verse
Series: Kat’s Therapy Journal - 16th Tensway, 5432
Prompt: Dungeons
Medium: FIC
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 757
Summary: PsyCorp Recovered Files: 12th Salmas, 5410. Cardinal flight detained at spaceport on Lumas for repairs to Rain Dancer.
Content Notes: No standard notes apply
16th Tensway, 5432
Subject: Boredom on missions
How did we pass out time when we were bored? You ask. I don’t know why this is relevant or important, but I’ll indulge your curiosity.
We spent a lot of time traveling between assignments. That was probably the longest stretches of boredom. We played cards. Sometimes we sang or made up songs or stories, or told jokes.
Oh, wait, there was this one time that was really weird. We had all been hauled off the ship as illegal aliens when we were in this spaceport for an unscheduled refueling and repair on the Rain Dancer. The local constables dragged us, in chains, through the center of town and to their jail. I am not exaggerating when I tell you that their jail was a pit. It was like something out of an old entertainment vid, it was dark and dank and the walls were stone. There were old rusted chains attached to the walls. The metal cell dors squealed on the hinges as they were opened and closed.
Davi’dan started joking that there might be skeletons in the darkest corners, still chained there, forgotten by their jailors. That started the others to embellishing the scenario and before I knew it, we were being held captive in a haunted dungeon, complete with sound effects added by my teammates.
It was all fun until the sun went down and the pit got completely dark, with no light coming through the windows high on the wall and no artificial lighting in our holding area. It wasn’t long before I was ready to strangle Davi’dan for planting the morbid, spooky stories in all our heads. I was just as jumpy as everyone else, I hate the dark. I was able to see a little sliver of moon outside one of the windows and I was focusing on that to keep from thinking about the dark around us.
Mahrc found me in the dark, and while he never knew about my fear, he did put an arm around my shoulders and keep me company. We sat on the floor against the wall together and I dozed on and off through the night, unwilling and unable to let my guard completely down.
I think that was the longest night I ever spent with Cardinal Flight. Everyone tried to make of the situation, joking about the non-existent haunts that might be down there with us. They made a game of it, trying to come up with the most outlandish illegal alien that had ever been incarcerated there.
When it was my turn, I came up with a smuggler that was a giant worm, named Plucky Peepo from the planet Latrine Three, known throughout the sector for the export of the most noxious candy in the universe. This candy was highly valued because of its hallucinogenic qualities, and because it was a status symbol on eight different worlds to say that you had eaten some of it. Mahrc passed his turn, having no imagination and not wanting to look foolish.
I learned a few new songs that night, and found out that Tadd Davi’dan, for all his more annoying traits, has an excellent singing voice and a repertoire of dirty ditties and bawdy ballads that no one on the team could rival.
Needless to say the dungeon wasn’t haunted. Nothing nibbled at our toes in the dark, none of our souls were snatched and none of my teammates disappeared into the depths of the unknown. When dawn came, most of them had fallen asleep, using each other as pillows. Only Mahrc, Davi and myself were still awake when the jailor turned up at the door and stared down at us.
He had an odd expression on his face that I didn’t fully understand until I realized he had a weapon pressed to the side of his head. Storm waved and smiled as he fumbled with the keys as Hauck continued to hold the weapon.
Mahrc complained to them about following protocols and going through the proper channels, but Hauck just snorted and waved his weapon and said he had the best tools for cutting through bureaucratic bullshit and that we should all get our asses out of the damned cell before the rest of the town woke up. They had made the repairs to the ship and were ready to go before they came to collect the rest of us, a completely practical plan. I might not have resented it at all if it hadn’t been for the dark haunted dungeon part.