A Commission for dr Sierra Loren featuring Agent Sierra and Warden Emely making an example out of an unruly prisoner.

Also, this is an unofficial birthday piece, as my birthday is tomorrow, yippee!
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Warden Emely stood in the dimly lit corridor of the BCPU prison, her authoritative presence amplified by the sleek BCPU bodysuit that clung to her frame. The suit was designed for maximum protection and made the BCPU agents feel invincible. Over her face, she wore a standard gas mask, its filters working quietly with each breath she took. Beside her was Sierra, the newest recruit to the BCPU ranks. She was a fresh-faced agent with light-brown hair and a determined glint in her eyes. Sierra mirrored Emely's attire, with her bodysuit and her own gas mask secured tightly.

The prison was a fortress of order, where disobedience was not just frowned upon, it was eradicated. And today, that meant dealing with Inmate 115, a black-haired, pale-skinned woman called Sarah. Sarah had been a persistent thorn in the side of the BCPU staff: smuggling contraband, inciting fights among the other prisoners, and openly mocking the rules that kept the prison running smoothly.

"Alright, Sierra," Emely said, her voice muffled but authoritative through the gas mask diaphragm. "This one's been causing ripples. We make an example out of her, and the rest of these animals will fall in line. You're new, but I expect you to show them what BCPU stands for. No mercy, no hesitation."
Sierra nodded, her eyes visible through the mask's visor, gleaming with a mix of excitement and determination. "Yes, Warden.”

Together, they moved down the hall, their boots echoing against the concrete floors. They reached Sarah's cell, where the prisoner sat defiantly on her bunk, her hair disheveled and her pale skin almost ghostly under the fluorescent lights.

Emely nodded to Sierra. "Alright, let's get her. Remember the procedure. We barge in and overpower her. The two of us will be plenty for that. Then we drag her to the gas chamber, secure the door and airlock, then set up the recording. This isn't just about punishment. It's about sending a message. And it's your job to learn every step so you can do it flawlessly next time."

Sierra adjusted her mask, her voice muffled but steady through the filter. "Understood, Warden. I'll follow your lead."

Together, they unlocked Sarah's cell door and stepped inside. The prisoner, caught off guard in her orange jumpsuit, snarled and lunged at them, but Emely and Sierra were ready. Emely grabbed Sarah's arms, twisting them behind her back with expert precision, while Sierra secured her legs with a pair of reinforced restraints. Sarah thrashed and cursed, her pale skin flushing red with rage, but the two agents were unyielding. They dragged her down the corridor toward the gas chamber at the end of the hall.

As they entered the chamber, Emely ordered, "Sierra, set up the camera facing the center of the room. We want a clear view for the inmates watching later. Make sure it's recording from the start. This is going straight to the broadcast system."

Sierra moved quickly, positioning the tripod and activating the camera. The red light on the device blinked to life, indicating it was live. Emely shoved Sarah to the center of the room, forcing her to stand under the harsh overhead lights. The chamber's door sealed with a heavy thud, the airtight locks engaging with a series of clicks. A digital display on the wall glowed, showing the status: a yellow light pulsing as the system pressurized and checked for seals.

Sierra positioned herself beside Emely, turning to face the camera. Emely cleared her throat, her voice projecting clearly through her mask. "This is Warden Emely of the BCPU, joined by Agent Sierra, our newest enforcer. We're here to address the recent disruptions in this facility. To all prisoners watching this feed: resistance is futile and will be met with swift, permanent consequences."

Sierra, following Emely's cue, stepped forward slightly, her posture tall and imposing. "You all know Sarah. She's been a troublemaker from day one: fighting, smuggling, and undermining the order we've established. Today, she serves as your warning. The BCPU doesn't tolerate chaos. If you resist, if you break our rules, this is what happens. We're not here to negotiate, we're here to punish."

Emely nodded approvingly at Sierra's words, then glanced at the wall display. The yellow light shifted to red, blinking steadily to signal that the chamber was fully airtight.
"Good work, Sierra. That's the signal, we're locked in. Now, we can proceed with the gas deployment. Remember, the gas is designed to be unforgiving, but our masks and suits will keep us safe."

With that, Emely reached into her utility pouch and pulled out a gas grenade, and Sierra did the same, mirroring her mentor's actions. The grenades were standard BCPU issue, compact devices filled with a potent nerve agent with some pale green pigments to enhance the psychological effects.

"Activate on my mark," Emely instructed. "Pull the pin, drop it, and step back. Keep your eyes on the prisoner at all times, watch for reactions, and enjoy the show."

Sierra nodded, her gloved fingers curling around the pin. "Ready, Warden."

Emely once again turned to the camera, “To all those who want to defy the BCPU, this is your warning: Behave, or end up like her.”

Emely then glanced at Sierra, "Gas her," she said firmly.

In unison, they pulled the pins and let the grenades fall to the floor. The devices hissed to life, releasing a thick cloud of pale green fumes that billowed upward like an eerie fog. The gas spread rapidly in the confined space.

Sarah's eyes widened in terror as the fumes enveloped her. She coughed violently, her hands clawing at her throat as the gas seeped into her lungs. Emely moved swiftly, kneeling behind the prisoner and yanking her arms back, forcing her to her knees. Sarah struggled, but Emely's grip was stronger. "Stay down, Dog," she muttered.


Sierra stood tall in front of Sarah, reaching down to grab a fistful of the prisoner's black hair, pulling her head up so their eyes met. Sarah's face was already contorting in pain, her pale skin turning a sickly shade as the nerve gas took hold. Her breaths came in ragged, choking gasps, each one drawing more of the toxic fumes into her system. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with beads of sweat, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably. The gas attacked her nervous system, sending waves of burning agony through her veins, making her muscles spasm and her vision blur.

"Look at me," Sierra commanded, her voice steady despite the intensity of the moment. She stared into Sarah's eyes, watching the life drain from them.

Sarah's choking grew more desperate, her body convulsing as the pale green fumes thickened around her. She tried to speak, to beg or curse, but all that escaped was a guttural wheeze. Her eyes rolled back, the agony etched into every line of her face. Emely held her firmly, ensuring she couldn't collapse or turn away from the camera, while Sierra kept her gaze locked on, watching the prisoner's strength fade.

As Sarah's struggles weakened, her breaths shallow, Emely finally released her grip, letting the prisoner slump forward. The gas had done its work. Sarah's body twitched one last time before going still, her life extinguished in a haze of green. Emely stood up, brushing off her suit. "And that's procedure complete, Sierra. We record the aftermath for the logs and the labs. You've done well for your first time. Now, let's seal this up and review the footage."

Sierra nodded, a mix of awe and resolve in her eyes as they exited the chamber, leaving the lifeless form behind. The camera continued to record, capturing the final, silent moments as a stark reminder broadcast to the other prisoners.