Drakis Kellroth ran through the metal halls of the

prison, the strange hexagonal shape of the halls

making him think that he was running through an

enourmous beehive. He used a quick bit of willbending

and blew down the door to the room that held the

prisoner's possesions.

<Where are you?> He searched frantically through the

pile of posessions, the alarms just now going off. He

only had five minutes before the energy shield was

activated and the Hunter mecha-armors would massacre

anything out of the cells. He didn't want some

trigger-happy human gunning him down. He quickly found

his clothes and sword, Reaver. He dressed as quickly

as possible, and checked to make sure all of his

weapons were still there. The magnums were in his

swordbelts, but without any ammo. <Oh well, I don't

really need them.>

He ran through the halls, sword drawn, the lustrous

black and gold blade clashing with the dull gray and

black halls. He found what he was looking for, the

outer wall.

The wall exploded, the only breach in the surface of

the detention center save for a few sparse windows.

Drakis didn't risk being found in feral form, so he

drew upon his dwindling suppy of will and ran for it

at a speed he'd never be able to reach without help.

He left the field area just as the shimmering blue

dome pulsed into existence. Seeker drones were sent

out, the small drones about as big as his head in

feral form. They were made in the strangely attractive

lobed-style that permeated the human space fleets and

architecture. They only saved the ugly stuff for the

prisons.

One of the drones picked his heat signature up, and it

alerted the nearby ones to his prescence. Drakis ran

for his life, knowing that the machines would not

hesitate to kill him. He headed to the East, into the

woods, away from the cliffs that bordered the ocean.