Competition: [Pro Bowl VIII: Week Two] Scenario Fiction

Sorry that I phoned in the second half. I ran out of time to finish it the way I wanted and participation is better than nothing.

Azmodius awakes to find himself in what appears to be an old stone room approximately ten meters by ten meters by ten meters. Feeling a little groggy he attempts to get up and winces at a sharp pain surging along the back of his neck. He reaches towards the area and removes what appears to be a dart. “Oh man, how did I not see this coming? A Friggin dart? I’ve anticipated strikes from some of the best martial artists in the Dark Jedi Brotherhood. I even anticipated Furios throwing thunderpunches while sparring. I've deflected blaster bolts coming from miles away. How did I not catch a friggin dart. And what’s in it? Poison? Ugh, If Furios hears about this I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Azmodius stands and looks to the wall he was laid up against to see a door sized opening with a door sized door made of bars of some kind of metal. “This looks an awful lot like a prison or holding cell of some sort, judging from that one and only door sized opening in this approximately ten meter by ten meter by ten meter room, fitted with a door sized door made of metallic bars. Those Children of Mortis must have captured me using some kind of poison then dragged my unconscious body further into their base. Lucky me!”

As he takes a step towards the door sized opening containing a door sized door made of metal bars, he almost trips over something. “Huh, I didn’t notice you earlier. Sorry about that”, he says to what is quite obviously the corpse of an old prisoner. Upon further inspection, he realizes that the corpse isn’t all what it seemed to be. This corpse, wasn’t just a regular corpse laying on the floor of a ten meter by ten meter by ten meter room with but one door shaped opening fitted with a door shaped door made of metal bars, but was all of those things in addition to containing what could only be described as ‘some probably sweet loot’. “Hey bud, do you mind if I totally jack what looks like some probably sweet loot? I figure you probably won’t need it on account of being a corpse and all.”

After a brief moment to allow the corpse to consider its feelings regarding having its probably sweet loot looted, Azmodius began to take inventory of what was most sweet of the probably sweet loot. “ok, looks like we have a flare, a glass eye, a hairbrush, a hydrospanner, a Nerf-wool towel, a remote detonator with nothing linked to it, a MerrSonn Model 44 Blaster Pistol with a drained power cell, a Baobab EZ3 Airbrush, and a Mace Windu action figure with kung-fu grip still in its original packaging!” Azmodius was particularly excited at finding such a rare piece of memorabilia in a condition experts would describe as ‘mint’.

Giddy and arms full with his newfound loot, Azmodius proceeded to the door shaped opening fitted with a door shaped door made of metal bars of some kind and kicked it open with a force enhanced kick. It appears that his captors never considered that their captive had spent years intoxicating himself with such a wide variety of substances and had thus developed a strong immunity to many poisons and toxins that would render any normal captive to a corpselike state. The trip to complete his objective and return to his ship was rather short and uneventful aside from a few well placed kicks aimed at a few members of the Children of Mortis, some machinery, and more architectural features barring easy passage of course.