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Heya everyone, this is first chapter of Plasia's journey to freedom from the Rewrittens dungeon.
Her diary prior to this is found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9758568/
Plasia herself: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9807321/
WHO'S THAT GENTLEMAN AT THE END?!!!? Points if you guess who it is.
The dark stone work walls of the cell easily resembled the feelings on the current occupier. The stench of the place was thick and hung heavily in the air, there was only one person who’d willingly walk past this place, and that was Moltezz, to both check on and laugh at her prisoner. The now rotting bodies of the slaves from a few days ago were rapidly falling apart in the foot high slurry that flooded the room. The occasional piece of bread would sometimes float past as she struggled about on the spot, pulling at her chains embedded into the wall. She wanted to break them off before Moltezz passed by so she could leave as fast as possible. She heaved and strained pushing against the brick work with her feet until finally, they burst out from the wall and she flew backwards, splashing into the sludge, nearly choking on the smell.
It was then a race to look like she was still confined, to make it look believable for when Moltezz passed by, if she thought even the slightest thing was wrong, this escape attempt was over. Despite the protests of her stomach, she kneeled one again into slurry and waited. Her timing was a little off, but Moltezz did turn up after about an hour or so, stopping outside the cell door to look in through the barred window and laugh.
“Bahaha. This never gets old. I thought you’d love to be stuck in all that slime! Tsk, still haven’t reached that bread huh? You should really try harder or I’ll force feed you my seed again, I don’t want you dying of starvation after all. Hope you sleep well Plasiahhh. I know I will on my Dirty Queen Sized Bed, might grab some late night snacks too! If you’re lucky I’ll let you lick the wrappers. Only if you’re lucky though. Tata Plasiaaah, sleep well you mongrel.” And with that, she slammed the hatch shut on the door and walked off laughing, leaving Plasia in total darkness. The sloshing around of the slime stopped it from being too quiet though. She waited until she heard the slam of Moltezz’s own door before making her move. She made sure to grab her diary from the damaged shelf it was on and the pen, those being her only possessions.
Standing up from the slime with shaky legs, she slowly walked over to the door, whimpering a little as she felt a dead arm of a slave touch her leg, the door was raised up a few steps which was why the room didn’t un-flood when the door was opened, getting up them was a task in itself in the absolute darkness, the slime had numbed her feet too, so she couldn’t feel where she was properly. Her hands eventually found their way to the heavy door handle, which she slowly turned and pulled open, the sudden rush of light blinding her a little. She made sure to leave the cell and close the door firmly behind her, just in case Moltezz came back down for some reason. She felt better just for leaving the room and took a minute to adjust to the light again, even though it wasn’t particularly bright, just a few burning torches down the stone work corridor lighting the place up. She started checking inside all the rooms on the way down, she managed to make herself a makeshift bra from an old tapestry on the wall and found a jug of fresh water further down, which she drunk from heartily. It’d been a long time since she’d drunk plain water… What little was left, she washed her face with.
After taking a few more minutes, feeling rather refreshed from the cool water, she started making her escape properly, navigating down the corridor and trying to find a way out, the place was surprisingly empty. She came to the conclusion that this whole area belonged to Moltezz and was merely a section of the whole dungeon, rather than being all of it. She jotted down a makeshift map of the area on her diary and tried to think how logically, where the exit would be. Her thought train was abruptly halted by the sound of Moltezz leaving her private quarters and walking down the main corridor, banging on Plasia’s cell door as she went past and laughing, most likely with the idea that Plasia was sleeping in there.
Plasia stood stone still as Moltezz went past laughing, it was at that point, she’d realised that she had left slimy footprints of where she’d gone, if Moltezz so much as glanced downwards, she’d know straight away… it was a good thing that Moltezz was too damn pleased with herself to stop holding her head so high in the air. Even so though, as Moltezz departed to wherever she was headed, Plasia wiped her tracks up with a spare rag she found and returned to her hiding place for when Moltezz came back. Moltezz did indeed return, holding a bag rustling full of goodies for her to eat, but she didn’t walk straight past, she stopped outside Plasia’s cell for a second, pulled a small chocolate bar out of the bag and opened the hatch briefly to throw it in. She was about to walk away again but stopped suddenly before she made too much distance and walked back to the door.
Plasia’s heart started to pound in her chest as Moltezz stood outside the door and appeared to be a bit confused. She clutched into herself tightly as she heard Moltezz slowly open the cell door and a shocked gasp as she realised Plasia wasn’t in there. Plasia herself was starting to tear up a little as she realised that her escape was already over but something unexpected happened. A large rumble shook the entire dungeon and a loud alarm siren sounded within its stone walls, prompting a panic from Moltezz, she dropped the bag of goodies and charged off towards her private quarters once more, leaving Plasia alone again in the side room where she was hiding. A minute later, Moltezz came charging back down, dressed in her armoured corset and carrying a few weapons, as she sprinted by she yelled out, sounding more scared than angry.
“You’re lucky this is happening right now! You’d best get back in that cell Plasia! Or I swear you’ll regret it!” And with that, she slammed a heavy wooden door behind her and left the area, as the whole place rumbled again, causing some dust to shake free of the ceiling and walls. Plasia regained her composure a little and stood up again, deciding to continue looking around a bit. She didn’t quite understand what was going on but she assumed it must have been serious, Moltezz wasted no time in getting herself armed. She remembered that bag of food Moltezz dropped and decided to see if it was still on the floor, which it was.
A quick investigation of its contents revealed a vast array of different snacks, chocolate bars, cakes and other sweet delectable’s. Seeing as she was so hungry, she sat down right there in the corridor and had herself a little feast whilst she still could. Her feast was cut short though as something exploded within the dungeon and tore a vast hole through many of its walls, showering the whole corridor in dust and chunks of stone. Standing up from the bag with a partially chocolate covered face, she gently edged towards the opening in the walls to investigate what was happening, she picked up on the sound of distance fighting. Energy weapons, explosions, radio comms and vehicular motors… From the settling dust stumbled a wounded figure, a male… he clutched onto his rifle tightly as he stumbled through the ceramic fog, leaning against a damaged wall for support. His helmet optics failed to light up properly due to their damage and he clumsily tore his helmet off to increase his vision. He quickly stopped Plasia who was standing shyly away from him, trying to see what he was and his response was to raise his rifle directly at her, causing her to squeal a little and run off, a hail of plasma coated rounds slamming into the walls around her, blasting more chunks of stone into the corridor and kicking more dust into the air.
“Cmon bitch, we both know what you want! Now come and get it! I’ll be gentle.”
The gunfire caused a group of male Slaves with a node to emerge from Moltezz’s private quarters and charge directly at the figure, his rifle fire shredding through the Slaves and adding a gruesome red hue to the grey dust floating through the air, but his magazine ran dry before he could finish the last Slave and Node off, he drew his pistol and popped a round into the Slaves head but the Wolf Node got close enough to disarm him and the two wrestled in close quarters. Plasia wanted to help but didn’t who or how to help! The struggle between the two went in the nodes favour due to her larger size and strength and she managed to bash the males head against a wall and pistol whip him with his own weapon, causing him to fall to the ground. Within seconds, she began tearing his armour off him, loosening the plates and flipping him on his front so she could corrupt him, he weakly moaned out and tried to grab his pistol but the Node made sure to constrain him with energy lashes as she got ready to push herself in excitedly.
“Ohhh you’ll make a fine replacement for those slaves you just killed hun… don’t you wor—“ Her words were cut short and Plasia crept up and bashed her over the head with a lump of broken brick, knocking her clean out onto the back of the male. The guy himself was finally revealed to be some sort of draconic species, silver in colour, he seemed to be rather knocked out right now so Plasia ignored him and grabbed his pistol instead, trying to find any spare magazines he might have had. It was fairly obvious from the way she held it that she was not trained in using guns… Regardless though, she knew she needed to be armed in some way, just in case...
The sound of fighting and gunfire echoed around the place as she made her way through the freshly made holes through the dungeon, padding her way over the debris and rubble as she tried to find the safest way to the surface. She was unsure of what she wanted to do though, getting out of the dungeon was a priority but the sound of gunfire was never a good thing to go towards, she didn't have any allies or friends now after all, she was sure the attackers wouldn't help her and neither would her own kind of they found out of her escape. Her wanders through the broken and rather empty rooms led her to the far smaller escape passages, that go to the outposts surrounding the complex. Much to her distress though, the sound of weeping, sobbing and cackling laughter was started to ring loudly down the tunnels. She presumed that some of the attackers were being corrupted by her own kind.
The tunnels themselves were barely lit at all and cold too, she could barely fit her large and cur-vicious frame down it. She'd never even seen this part of the dungeon before and she was understanding why, it simply wasn't built to suit creatures as large as her. Soon enough though, after many more minutes of pressing on down the narrow and dank tunnel ways, she saw a ladder leading upwards. The fight sounded like it was far enough away for her not to get shot or captured straight away and she made her way up the ladder to the trapdoor exit at the top, her little stubby feet slipping multiple times of the wet metal work as she climbed up slowly. The exit led her to a small concrete watchtower, or more precisely, its innards. As she pushed the door open and pulled herself out, a strange light blinded her for a few seconds... its source panicked her and she pointed the pistol shakely at it. But the figure was lying down face first on the ground, a thick puddle of crimson liquid pooled out beneath him and his rifle lying with him, its mounted torch pointed straight at her. He looked like a corrupted person rather than an invader and it made sense considering this was a watch tower.
Plasia sighed a breath of relief and pulled herself out completely, feeling rather happy to finally be out of the dungeon. She ducked down against the walls of the watchtower and peeked out to see the battle still raging on at the heart of the dungeons entrance. Hover tanks and sqauds of armed draconic infantry advanced towards the main buildings as the defenders fought back as much as they could against the onslaught, trading fire with the aggressors. The form of Leech could barely be seen in the fight and she looked like she was winning a fist fight with a few attackers. She knew that staying on the planet meant death or recapture, both as bad as each-other in her mind, and so the only option was to find a ship to escape with entire place with. Her decided to leave the watch tower and began to make her way away from the fight and from the main complex. Her journey through the surrounding woodland was rather easy, no one seemed to be around there and the entire movement through there was entirely painless. Her journey had brought her towards the giant pillers of smoke eminating from the east, where she discovered that there was a space port in the planet, although it wasn;t exactly in good shape right now. Huge flaming wrecks of frigates and heavy fighters were illuminating the whole concrete landing area a vibrant orange as they burned out on control, in a harsh contrast to the darkness that clouded the rest of the area right now. The massive steel wire fences were mostly in shape but there was large holes that she could get through due to the state the area was in. She knew the bigger ships were out of commission but she perhaps hoped that there was a smaller one she could quickly pilot out of the area.
She quickly sprinted across the main landing pad and towards to auxillary storage areas, hoping for just a little fighter or something she could use. The main doors were locked shut with a padlock and chain and she paused for a few seconds to fumble about with it, seeing if it would come loose. As she fumbled about though, a frighteningly loud crack echoed behind her and a sharp pain shuddered through her leg, causing her to scream and all to the floor. She clutched at her leg tightly and crawled away behind some nearby storage crates to shelter herself from the attacker. A quick inspection of her revealed a massive wound in her thigh, which was bleeding heavily, oozing thick blue liquid everywhere and making her tear up with pain, another shot rocketed past and slammed through one of the crates she was hiding behind, making she sqweel in terror as the bullet tore into a shed behind her again. She clasped her pistol shakily and promptly dropped in fear as yet another round shattered a crate next to her, causing its contents of food and water to spill out messily next to her. Desperation gripped her and she clumsily grabbed the pistol again and edged herself over to peer around the crate. Her attacker was no where to be seen as she scanned her eyes over the landing pad. She contined to look, still holding the pistol until a loud *clack grabbed her attention and revealed a pistol pointed right at her head at point blank range.
"Don't. Move."
"Please-don't-kill-me! Please-don't-please-don't-please-don't! I just want to escape!" Her words seemed to take her aggressor by surprise.
"You want to... escape...?"
"YES! They torture me and abuse me and then i finally got my chance to escape today and now everyones under attack and all i want to do is get off this place so they won't torture me anymore! Please don't hurt me! Please... i'm not an evil bad czarite... please mr..."
He stayed silent for a few seconds and then shoved her over onto her front, fixing her hands together with cuffs and crouching down in front of her, revealing himself to her. He was some sort of white lizard/dragon halfbreed. She couldn't tell exactly what though.
"You're coming with me, i have use for you."
Her diary prior to this is found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9758568/
Plasia herself: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9807321/
WHO'S THAT GENTLEMAN AT THE END?!!!? Points if you guess who it is.
The dark stone work walls of the cell easily resembled the feelings on the current occupier. The stench of the place was thick and hung heavily in the air, there was only one person who’d willingly walk past this place, and that was Moltezz, to both check on and laugh at her prisoner. The now rotting bodies of the slaves from a few days ago were rapidly falling apart in the foot high slurry that flooded the room. The occasional piece of bread would sometimes float past as she struggled about on the spot, pulling at her chains embedded into the wall. She wanted to break them off before Moltezz passed by so she could leave as fast as possible. She heaved and strained pushing against the brick work with her feet until finally, they burst out from the wall and she flew backwards, splashing into the sludge, nearly choking on the smell.
It was then a race to look like she was still confined, to make it look believable for when Moltezz passed by, if she thought even the slightest thing was wrong, this escape attempt was over. Despite the protests of her stomach, she kneeled one again into slurry and waited. Her timing was a little off, but Moltezz did turn up after about an hour or so, stopping outside the cell door to look in through the barred window and laugh.
“Bahaha. This never gets old. I thought you’d love to be stuck in all that slime! Tsk, still haven’t reached that bread huh? You should really try harder or I’ll force feed you my seed again, I don’t want you dying of starvation after all. Hope you sleep well Plasiahhh. I know I will on my Dirty Queen Sized Bed, might grab some late night snacks too! If you’re lucky I’ll let you lick the wrappers. Only if you’re lucky though. Tata Plasiaaah, sleep well you mongrel.” And with that, she slammed the hatch shut on the door and walked off laughing, leaving Plasia in total darkness. The sloshing around of the slime stopped it from being too quiet though. She waited until she heard the slam of Moltezz’s own door before making her move. She made sure to grab her diary from the damaged shelf it was on and the pen, those being her only possessions.
Standing up from the slime with shaky legs, she slowly walked over to the door, whimpering a little as she felt a dead arm of a slave touch her leg, the door was raised up a few steps which was why the room didn’t un-flood when the door was opened, getting up them was a task in itself in the absolute darkness, the slime had numbed her feet too, so she couldn’t feel where she was properly. Her hands eventually found their way to the heavy door handle, which she slowly turned and pulled open, the sudden rush of light blinding her a little. She made sure to leave the cell and close the door firmly behind her, just in case Moltezz came back down for some reason. She felt better just for leaving the room and took a minute to adjust to the light again, even though it wasn’t particularly bright, just a few burning torches down the stone work corridor lighting the place up. She started checking inside all the rooms on the way down, she managed to make herself a makeshift bra from an old tapestry on the wall and found a jug of fresh water further down, which she drunk from heartily. It’d been a long time since she’d drunk plain water… What little was left, she washed her face with.
After taking a few more minutes, feeling rather refreshed from the cool water, she started making her escape properly, navigating down the corridor and trying to find a way out, the place was surprisingly empty. She came to the conclusion that this whole area belonged to Moltezz and was merely a section of the whole dungeon, rather than being all of it. She jotted down a makeshift map of the area on her diary and tried to think how logically, where the exit would be. Her thought train was abruptly halted by the sound of Moltezz leaving her private quarters and walking down the main corridor, banging on Plasia’s cell door as she went past and laughing, most likely with the idea that Plasia was sleeping in there.
Plasia stood stone still as Moltezz went past laughing, it was at that point, she’d realised that she had left slimy footprints of where she’d gone, if Moltezz so much as glanced downwards, she’d know straight away… it was a good thing that Moltezz was too damn pleased with herself to stop holding her head so high in the air. Even so though, as Moltezz departed to wherever she was headed, Plasia wiped her tracks up with a spare rag she found and returned to her hiding place for when Moltezz came back. Moltezz did indeed return, holding a bag rustling full of goodies for her to eat, but she didn’t walk straight past, she stopped outside Plasia’s cell for a second, pulled a small chocolate bar out of the bag and opened the hatch briefly to throw it in. She was about to walk away again but stopped suddenly before she made too much distance and walked back to the door.
Plasia’s heart started to pound in her chest as Moltezz stood outside the door and appeared to be a bit confused. She clutched into herself tightly as she heard Moltezz slowly open the cell door and a shocked gasp as she realised Plasia wasn’t in there. Plasia herself was starting to tear up a little as she realised that her escape was already over but something unexpected happened. A large rumble shook the entire dungeon and a loud alarm siren sounded within its stone walls, prompting a panic from Moltezz, she dropped the bag of goodies and charged off towards her private quarters once more, leaving Plasia alone again in the side room where she was hiding. A minute later, Moltezz came charging back down, dressed in her armoured corset and carrying a few weapons, as she sprinted by she yelled out, sounding more scared than angry.
“You’re lucky this is happening right now! You’d best get back in that cell Plasia! Or I swear you’ll regret it!” And with that, she slammed a heavy wooden door behind her and left the area, as the whole place rumbled again, causing some dust to shake free of the ceiling and walls. Plasia regained her composure a little and stood up again, deciding to continue looking around a bit. She didn’t quite understand what was going on but she assumed it must have been serious, Moltezz wasted no time in getting herself armed. She remembered that bag of food Moltezz dropped and decided to see if it was still on the floor, which it was.
A quick investigation of its contents revealed a vast array of different snacks, chocolate bars, cakes and other sweet delectable’s. Seeing as she was so hungry, she sat down right there in the corridor and had herself a little feast whilst she still could. Her feast was cut short though as something exploded within the dungeon and tore a vast hole through many of its walls, showering the whole corridor in dust and chunks of stone. Standing up from the bag with a partially chocolate covered face, she gently edged towards the opening in the walls to investigate what was happening, she picked up on the sound of distance fighting. Energy weapons, explosions, radio comms and vehicular motors… From the settling dust stumbled a wounded figure, a male… he clutched onto his rifle tightly as he stumbled through the ceramic fog, leaning against a damaged wall for support. His helmet optics failed to light up properly due to their damage and he clumsily tore his helmet off to increase his vision. He quickly stopped Plasia who was standing shyly away from him, trying to see what he was and his response was to raise his rifle directly at her, causing her to squeal a little and run off, a hail of plasma coated rounds slamming into the walls around her, blasting more chunks of stone into the corridor and kicking more dust into the air.
“Cmon bitch, we both know what you want! Now come and get it! I’ll be gentle.”
The gunfire caused a group of male Slaves with a node to emerge from Moltezz’s private quarters and charge directly at the figure, his rifle fire shredding through the Slaves and adding a gruesome red hue to the grey dust floating through the air, but his magazine ran dry before he could finish the last Slave and Node off, he drew his pistol and popped a round into the Slaves head but the Wolf Node got close enough to disarm him and the two wrestled in close quarters. Plasia wanted to help but didn’t who or how to help! The struggle between the two went in the nodes favour due to her larger size and strength and she managed to bash the males head against a wall and pistol whip him with his own weapon, causing him to fall to the ground. Within seconds, she began tearing his armour off him, loosening the plates and flipping him on his front so she could corrupt him, he weakly moaned out and tried to grab his pistol but the Node made sure to constrain him with energy lashes as she got ready to push herself in excitedly.
“Ohhh you’ll make a fine replacement for those slaves you just killed hun… don’t you wor—“ Her words were cut short and Plasia crept up and bashed her over the head with a lump of broken brick, knocking her clean out onto the back of the male. The guy himself was finally revealed to be some sort of draconic species, silver in colour, he seemed to be rather knocked out right now so Plasia ignored him and grabbed his pistol instead, trying to find any spare magazines he might have had. It was fairly obvious from the way she held it that she was not trained in using guns… Regardless though, she knew she needed to be armed in some way, just in case...
The sound of fighting and gunfire echoed around the place as she made her way through the freshly made holes through the dungeon, padding her way over the debris and rubble as she tried to find the safest way to the surface. She was unsure of what she wanted to do though, getting out of the dungeon was a priority but the sound of gunfire was never a good thing to go towards, she didn't have any allies or friends now after all, she was sure the attackers wouldn't help her and neither would her own kind of they found out of her escape. Her wanders through the broken and rather empty rooms led her to the far smaller escape passages, that go to the outposts surrounding the complex. Much to her distress though, the sound of weeping, sobbing and cackling laughter was started to ring loudly down the tunnels. She presumed that some of the attackers were being corrupted by her own kind.
The tunnels themselves were barely lit at all and cold too, she could barely fit her large and cur-vicious frame down it. She'd never even seen this part of the dungeon before and she was understanding why, it simply wasn't built to suit creatures as large as her. Soon enough though, after many more minutes of pressing on down the narrow and dank tunnel ways, she saw a ladder leading upwards. The fight sounded like it was far enough away for her not to get shot or captured straight away and she made her way up the ladder to the trapdoor exit at the top, her little stubby feet slipping multiple times of the wet metal work as she climbed up slowly. The exit led her to a small concrete watchtower, or more precisely, its innards. As she pushed the door open and pulled herself out, a strange light blinded her for a few seconds... its source panicked her and she pointed the pistol shakely at it. But the figure was lying down face first on the ground, a thick puddle of crimson liquid pooled out beneath him and his rifle lying with him, its mounted torch pointed straight at her. He looked like a corrupted person rather than an invader and it made sense considering this was a watch tower.
Plasia sighed a breath of relief and pulled herself out completely, feeling rather happy to finally be out of the dungeon. She ducked down against the walls of the watchtower and peeked out to see the battle still raging on at the heart of the dungeons entrance. Hover tanks and sqauds of armed draconic infantry advanced towards the main buildings as the defenders fought back as much as they could against the onslaught, trading fire with the aggressors. The form of Leech could barely be seen in the fight and she looked like she was winning a fist fight with a few attackers. She knew that staying on the planet meant death or recapture, both as bad as each-other in her mind, and so the only option was to find a ship to escape with entire place with. Her decided to leave the watch tower and began to make her way away from the fight and from the main complex. Her journey through the surrounding woodland was rather easy, no one seemed to be around there and the entire movement through there was entirely painless. Her journey had brought her towards the giant pillers of smoke eminating from the east, where she discovered that there was a space port in the planet, although it wasn;t exactly in good shape right now. Huge flaming wrecks of frigates and heavy fighters were illuminating the whole concrete landing area a vibrant orange as they burned out on control, in a harsh contrast to the darkness that clouded the rest of the area right now. The massive steel wire fences were mostly in shape but there was large holes that she could get through due to the state the area was in. She knew the bigger ships were out of commission but she perhaps hoped that there was a smaller one she could quickly pilot out of the area.
She quickly sprinted across the main landing pad and towards to auxillary storage areas, hoping for just a little fighter or something she could use. The main doors were locked shut with a padlock and chain and she paused for a few seconds to fumble about with it, seeing if it would come loose. As she fumbled about though, a frighteningly loud crack echoed behind her and a sharp pain shuddered through her leg, causing her to scream and all to the floor. She clutched at her leg tightly and crawled away behind some nearby storage crates to shelter herself from the attacker. A quick inspection of her revealed a massive wound in her thigh, which was bleeding heavily, oozing thick blue liquid everywhere and making her tear up with pain, another shot rocketed past and slammed through one of the crates she was hiding behind, making she sqweel in terror as the bullet tore into a shed behind her again. She clasped her pistol shakily and promptly dropped in fear as yet another round shattered a crate next to her, causing its contents of food and water to spill out messily next to her. Desperation gripped her and she clumsily grabbed the pistol again and edged herself over to peer around the crate. Her attacker was no where to be seen as she scanned her eyes over the landing pad. She contined to look, still holding the pistol until a loud *clack grabbed her attention and revealed a pistol pointed right at her head at point blank range.
"Don't. Move."
"Please-don't-kill-me! Please-don't-please-don't-please-don't! I just want to escape!" Her words seemed to take her aggressor by surprise.
"You want to... escape...?"
"YES! They torture me and abuse me and then i finally got my chance to escape today and now everyones under attack and all i want to do is get off this place so they won't torture me anymore! Please don't hurt me! Please... i'm not an evil bad czarite... please mr..."
He stayed silent for a few seconds and then shoved her over onto her front, fixing her hands together with cuffs and crouching down in front of her, revealing himself to her. He was some sort of white lizard/dragon halfbreed. She couldn't tell exactly what though.
"You're coming with me, i have use for you."
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