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Prisoner 3078-9B: Release and recovery
🕑 Added 2018-09-06 20:51:27 +0000 UTC please ignore unless you like mushy, super soft-core space gays—Warden’s log 2871.54—
Prisoner 3078-9B: Tank Dragkus had just been released from stasis after 4 years of intensive rehabilitation, he use to be one of the most deadly and brutal hitmen in the Omega Quadrant, thou now no one is sure who he is anymore, which is probably for the best cause like most reformed inmates, he can forge a new life for himself with a clean mental state, but also like most inmates, he's woken up very reserved and vulnerable
I always have to be careful with them as long periods in stasis have made their senses hypersensitive and are prone to sensory-overload, he shudders as i try to lift him up and get him on his own two feet again
"hey there... how you feeling?" i said to him
"wh...wh... where am i? why am i naked?"
"HRGHHHH, why are you so loud??? i can't.... see... it's so bright" he replied as he covered his face with the towel i gave him
"shhhh... take it easy there buddy, you've been asleep for quiet awhile now, just relax and your senses should come back to normal eventually, now take a deep breath and open your eyes again"
Tank still scared to interact with the outside world tried his best, giving a very weak and vulnerable stare as i stared back at him with a tender gaze
He glanced at me, and then stared at the large, now emptied stasis pod he was in for the last few years, he said,
"was i... in there the whole time?"
i replied,"yes you were, you weren't exactly the same person you were when we first put you in there... so... do you remember anything about yourself?"
"i'm not sure... all i know is that my name is Tank, and well i don't know... who was i?" he asked with a worried concern
i sighed, "someone that desperately needed help..."
"so... is this a prison? did... did... i... do something to end up in there? oh god... what did i do???" as he looked a me with a sense of panic
i tried my best to ease his anxiety about the matter "shhhhhh it's ok, IT'S OK... that doesn't matters anymore, and you're better off not dwelling on that frankly, but yes... this is a prison, but i'm not here because i want to imprison you, i want to help, and you've already served your sentence so we want to give you a second chance"
"so are you my warden then?" Tank said as he calmed a bit
"hehe well, not anymore no... just call me Adion"
"Adion... you're such a kind man, are you sure you're the warden?" he said with blushing smirk
"hehehe come on, let's get you to the medical bay and relax, we'll get you sorted out" i replied with a flattered smile
we walked out of his containment room, Tank just barely able to walk out with me but huddled close to me as he walked through the hall, i admit i've seriously started to develop feelings for the prisoner as he must be immensely starved of physical contact, but if he's comfortable with it, i'd be more then happy to provide that intimacy as he rests in the medical bay
