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“Prisoner number 9815100; name Leb; former rank Captain; crimes – dereliction of duty, insubordination and desertion; current status – temporary incarceration, pending trial to determine guilt levels. Prisoner, make one step forward, put your hand up and prepare to be scanned!” The angry, yet somehow still whiny-sounding voice of the prison Intendant, pulled him unceremoniously away from the uncomfortable depths of his nightmarish memories and back to reality. One which could very well become even more painful to him, than what he had experienced so far. Dressed in the same raggedy pilot spacesuit he wore that fateful day, the middle-aged taz’aran officer stepped forward and – in stark contrast with the rest of the prisoners in line – smiled. That attitude, of course, won him a punch in the gut; an executioner planted his armored fist right in his third kidney. The bastards knew exactly when and where to hit – just in case that same prisoner got out, non-lethal damage was inflicted. At least before the torture started, prisoners’ eyes, teeth and fingers were left intact... mostly. The man focused his dark-red eyes on his attacker’s faceplate – it was, of course, tightly shut. Without any more random displays of emotion on his slightly wrinkled, elongated face, the officer ran his hand through what was left of his hair. Sparse yet still growing, his once long and braided, beige mane felt almost slimy from the dirt and grime, even through his pilot suit’s glove. It wasn’t that he was the tallest of taz’arans, but after raising his hand, the guard who stood next by suddenly looked like he was one head shorter. Pulling him by the spacesuit’s collar to bring his head on the same level as his, the executioner ran a scanner beam over Leb’s raised hand and then, face. “He is who he is supposed to be, Lord Intendant!” – With the most indifferent, lifeless tone of voice stated the guard. “Good – now move him to processing and be quick about it! The Judges in session need their rest or someone might be wrongfully sentenced.” One small sneak peak, an excerpt from my soon-to-be-published #Starshatter #Book 6, titled Final Liberation.

3.01k views · May 4th, 2020

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“Prisoner number 9815100; name Leb; former rank Captain; crimes – dereliction of duty, insubordination and desertion; current status – temporary incarceration, pending trial to determine guilt levels. Prisoner, make one step forward, put your hand up and prepare to be scanned!” The angry, yet somehow still whiny-sounding voice of the prison Intendant, pulled him unceremoniously away from the uncomfortable depths of his nightmarish memories and back to reality. One which could very well become even more painful to him, than what he had experienced so far. Dressed in the same raggedy pilot spacesuit he wore that fateful day, the middle-aged taz’aran officer stepped forward and – in stark contrast with the rest of the prisoners in line – smiled. That attitude, of course, won him a punch in the gut; an executioner planted his armored fist right in his third kidney. The bastards knew exactly when and where to hit – just in case that same prisoner got out, non-lethal damage was inflicted. At least before the torture started, prisoners’ eyes, teeth and fingers were left intact... mostly. The man focused his dark-red eyes on his attacker’s faceplate – it was, of course, tightly shut. Without any more random displays of emotion on his slightly wrinkled, elongated face, the officer ran his hand through what was left of his hair. Sparse yet still growing, his once long and braided, beige mane felt almost slimy from the dirt and grime, even through his pilot suit’s glove. It wasn’t that he was the tallest of taz’arans, but after raising his hand, the guard who stood next by suddenly looked like he was one head shorter. Pulling him by the spacesuit’s collar to bring his head on the same level as his, the executioner ran a scanner beam over Leb’s raised hand and then, face. “He is who he is supposed to be, Lord Intendant!” – With the most indifferent, lifeless tone of voice stated the guard. “Good – now move him to processing and be quick about it! The Judges in session need their rest or someone might be wrongfully sentenced.” One small sneak peak, an excerpt from my soon-to-be-published #Starshatter #Book 6, titled Final Liberation.

3.01k views · May 4th, 2020