And so it began: the beginning of the rest of my life. I was transported to Planet Turo, the capital of the entire federation. The planet itself is five times the size of Earth. The gases in the atmosphere make it appear purple and one day on Turo is equivalent to one week on Earth. Large seemingly endless city's span the surface of the planet, but most of its surface area is taken up by The Capital Building. The Capital Building is like Turo's equivalent to Earth's Supreme Court and The Untied Nations. It was there that Jumba and my father were once put on trial. And it is there where I would be judged by the Galactic Council and be sentenced. The Council is made up of ambassadors representing each planet under the Federation's control.
There are thousand-more likely millions of ambassadors. They aren't all the same species. The Federation's council is very diverse, and these grotesque aliens have control over the entire galaxy. Their government operates in a way similar to ours. It's a strange mix of a Democracy and a Dictatorship. The Grand Council Women has complete control over the government. But if the council is unhappy with her decision: than they can vote against it, and once the council has voted she does not have the power to overrule them. Like all governments it has its corruptions and cankers, but it is affective non the less.
I was to be judged in the Grand Council Room. It is a massive elaborately decorated rectangular shaped room, the room is bottomless. The walls extend down for miles and at the bottom: a fleet of armed soldiers await to take the convicted to prison. The left and right sides of the Council Room are lined with high raised balcony's where the ambassadors of the Galactic Federation sat and watched from. But most importantly: at the head of the room was a large gold podium. Only the Grand Council Women and her advisors were permitted to stand at that spot. I bet they thought they were pretty important just standing there; deciding what happens in the universe. It makes me sick.
And now as I stood on a hovering platform, tightly shackled, gaping at the big gold podium before me: I felt a sense of hopelessness overtake me. The thousands of ambassadors who made up the Grand Council sat at their respective seats, looking down from their balcony's, murmuring loudly to each other. Millions of cold shallow faces stared down at me cold and unfeeling. They looked at me like I was an insect. I knew they were out for my blood. I was lucky if I didn't get the death penalty.
My eyes scanned the podium. I was able to make out the large silhouette that could only belong to Gantu, now captain of the Galactic Armada. It was too dark to make out any of their faces. The only light on the podium shone from the large spotlight where the Grand Council Women would stand. I could see her-standing just before the light in the darkness; making it impossible for me to see her. What was he waiting for? It was like she was prolonging my trial just to make me suffer. I knew my trial couldn't possible end well, but I wanted to get it over with. Like ripping off a band-aid.
Finally the Grand Council Women stepped into the stop light and the murmurs of the council died down. I couldn't help but note the look of fear in the eyes of her advisors and the ambassadors seated closest to her podium. They looked like they were afraid that she might lunge out and attack someone at any moment. I couldn't blame them. When she first stepped into the spotlight I nearly jumped off the platform in surprise. They must of elected a new Grand Council Women because the women who stepped into the light was not the alien we all knew as the leader of the Galactic Federation. The only similarity between the alien in the light and her predecessor was: they were both wore the same uniform and they were the same species of alien.
Like the previous one: her skin was light blue and she had the same distinctive markings on her forehead. She wore the same black uniform accompanied by a matching cape and the large golden collar perched on top of her massive shoulders. Unlike her predecessor, the new Grand Council Women was short, plump, and heavy set, and had very little chin. She had an air of discipline and firm authority, but perhaps the most distinctive of her features was her eyes. Her eyes were an odd colour of icy green. They seemed to hide a faint glimmer of madness and brutality that was kept hidden by the cold emotionless mask that was her face. She fixed me with her icy stare, giving me a look of pure loathing. I thought might burst into flames from the intensity of her stare. Finally after five more minutes of silence: she tore her gaze away from me and looked to the council.
"Read the charges." Her loud booming voice echoed through out the stadium sized room. The advisor to her left shied away at the sound of her sharp tone.
"Simon Pelekai," Gantu's baritone like voice announced. "You stand before this council Accused of: the homicide of Galactic Federation personnel, the destruction of a Federation Battleship, as well as the deaths of everyone on board, and for the illegal genetic experimentation you performed on yourself. How do you-"
"Thank you Captain Gantu, but I will take it from here." Gantu gave the Grand Council Women a surprised look, but under the ferocity of her stare, he bowed and stepped down.
It made me feel uneasy how such a small creature could have such control over a massive being such as Gantu. Another troubling fact was how afraid everyone seemed to be of her. I was ripped from my thoughts by the sound of the Council Women's tone which demanded and held the attention of everyone in the room.
"You disgust me," She said simply. There was so much contempt in her voice, I dropped my head so I wouldn't have to look at her. "TROG!"- my head snapped up, and I looked fearfully into her icy green eyes. "You come before my council and ask for judgment. How dare you? You are the unholy offspring of a illegal genetic experiment. YOU! Are an affront to nature. By right you shouldn't even be alive. Believe me when I say it is my fondest wish to see you perish for the ATROCITIES! You have committed against my council."
The Council Room was dead silent. The ambassadors were still as statues, almost as if they were afraid to move. "But," She continued. "You disgusting little creature. I shall extend a hand of mercy towards you. It is my will and mine alone that will decide your fate-" She paused. I could tell this horrible women was delighting in making me wait and sweat for her verdict. "I hereby sentence you to life in prison." She announced with obvious satisfaction. With that, she turned to Gantu. "Take him away." A slight nod from the Captain was all she got in response.
"Place him under arrest," He ordered. The lights on the opposite ends of the council room flared red as a glass dome closed over the platform I was standing on. The platform hung suspended in the air for a moment. Before it finally lowered and vanished into the darkness of the bottomless pit of the Council Room.
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The guards were waiting for me, and I was quickly apprehended and placed in a transport vehicle with hundreds of other freshly caught convicts. The flight through hyperspace had been an unpleasant one. I had to listen to the other prisoners stories about how they got where they are and, there so called "accomplishments." When they asked me what I was in for, I only told them that I blew up a Federation warship. They seemed impressed and they showered me with praise and pats on the back. These creatures were the scum of the universe, and the fact that they saw me as one of their own was all the more depressing. It was like I had crossed some invisible line that separated the normal people from...well...these people. I spent the rest of the trip in dedicated silence, refusing to talk to anyone else.
From there I was transported to Prison Asteroid K-37. A Massive impenetrable fortress built on top of a gigantic asteroid. Four massive metal spires circled the construct, emitting a powerful electrical field. Small remote piloted ships constantly circled the asteroid, programmed to destroy anything that came within a light year of the asteroid without authorization. When the vessel transporting me touched down in the hangar, I took a good look at the building which would be my home for the rest of my life. The sight of the giant metal dome filled me with dread. This was it. I was never going to leave this place. Dropping my head, I let the guard lead me down a brightly lit hallway that would take me to the Prison cells.
A massive metal door opened to reveal a hallway of unimaginable proportions. The walls extended for miles forward and upwards, and lining the walls were millions of small prison cells. The walls and floor were made of some kind of alien steel alloy. This place was a fortress. It was designed to keep people in. There was no getting out. At the very top of the construct the metal was painted red. The cells in the "Red Section" was where they kept the most dangerous of criminals.
As the warden led me down the hallway, I nervously glanced at th surrounding cells. The prisoner leered at me from inside their cells. Some of them threw themselves against the glass, growling and snarling. I jumped in surprise and the warden pounded on the glass, causing the riled prisoner to back away from the cell door.
"Don't worry," The warden said. "He ain't getting through there."He nudged me with the tip of his plasma. Forcing me forward. A few more miles of walking down the hallway, and the warden came to a stop, and pushed me roughly onto a platform. The elevator raised up to the top levels and halted in front of a cell. With the push of a button the impenetrable glass door opened, and the he pushed me inside. Unfortunately the cell already had an occupant. It was a rather large alien with wrinkly brown skin. When my would be cell mate got a look at me: He laughed and started licking his lips. I cringed and turned around.
"Warden, I want my own cell."
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I laid on my on my new bed, staring at the dirty metal ceiling. The mattress was hard as rock and the pillow reeked of urine. It was then that I knew I had hit rock bottom. The bright side was: at least the warden had been kind enough to give me my own cell. I cringed at the thought of what that alien could have done to me. Rolling over, I faced the opposite wall of my cell. Scratched all over its worn metal surface were hundreds of tally charts. Some poor souls attempt to keep track of how many hopeless days he had spent in this God forsaken place. I sat up and looked around at my new living quarters. It was a small square cell, a sheet of glass acted as the door. The glass was unbreakable a prisoner had no chance of getting through, but by the looks of it someone had tried. The glass had long jagged scratches etched into its transparent surface. Like someone had tried to claw their way through it.
The thought of how many people must of expired in this room was a depression thought. Many years from now when my life came to an end I was going to join the list of people who had died in this prison. There was no escape...no hope. With only my memories of home o comfort me, I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep.
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My first night in prison...I'll never forget it. I didn't get any sleep that night. I was terrified by all of the screaming from my fellows prisoners that I just curled up into a ball, steadily rocking myself back and forth. Thats when it hit me: This was it...this was my life. I was going to die in this room. I was never going to leave it. I had only spent of few hours in it's confines, but already it had become my coffin. It gave me the sense of being buried alive. I tried to block out the blood curdling screams of the inmates, but their morbid hymn penetrated the very structure of the prison, echoing in each cell. Whimpering, I pulled the urine stained pillow over my head.
"I'm innocent I tells ya! A prisoner screamed.
"I'm gonna kill you-you, you bastards!" Another one bellowed.
"Why!? Why!? WHY!?" Their shrieks mixed into one voice. A voice composed of millions of mourning screams.
"I want to go home," I cried. With my cries the screams seemed to become louder, like they were being fed by my misery. I cried out for my father knowing I would never see him or my home again. He would never come...no one would. I was just so scared. I wanted to smell the sweet scent of the tropical plants again. I wanted to hear the sound of the ocean. But they didn't have anything like that here. The only thing to keep me company was the cold unfeeling steel of my cell walls. The same walls that had watched countless other people die in their grip. I never felt more like a child as I cried for my father. Soon, overcome with terror and misery, My screams joined the other the prisoners. My voice adding to and strengthening the mourning and tragic song of the prisoners trapped within the walls in which they would expire.
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After my first week in prison I had never felt more alone. However, I was wrong about never leaving the room. Once a month I was permitted to take a short shower. After that it was right back into my own little patch of hell. But the worst was yet to come. At the end of my first week, when I was taking my first shower accompanied by at least twenty other prisoners; A fight broke out.(I had nothing to do with it. The dispute was between tow other prisoners) I had tried to escape but unfortunately one of the inmates got a hold of me and snapped my arm like a twig. The guards broke up the fight and I was sent to the medical wing. My arm was put into a cast and they medical staff thought nothing more of it. My arm healed in time, but now when I turn it too far to the right: a sharp pain shoots up my arm. Oh well, it could have been worse. I could gave been crippled...It was just one of the many injury's I would sustain while serving my life sentence in this dreadful place.
The Present...
So now you know my story. You know how I went from an innocent experiment and became a murderer. I remember saying by the end of my story it would be up to you if I deserved to be here. After the horror I have endured this past year...I'm not so sure anymore. As I look around my cell, I wonder why this had to happen to me. Elvis is out there right now, free and living in the sun. Like I said...bad things rarely happen to bad people. My premonition had come true. Elvis was out there living it up, and I was stuck in a dark hole wondering what the hell happened. The only thing that really stung was: no one would ever know the truth.
Everyone still thought that I had attacked Elvis, and hurt Lilo in the process. Elvis wasn't going to confess. I bet he thought he was quite the hero; Saving Lilo from his evil brother and enduring torture at his hands. Now when they remember me the only thing they will see is a poor little experiment who went insane and killed a bunch of people.
But like I always say: what goes around comes around. Someday Elvis would get his just desserts. However...I won't be around to see it. I'm not sure how much longer I can last in this place...but I know it won't be forever. I'm already much weaker than I was. Spending a year in this hell hole has a way of...weakening you. It's like being in a third world country. I was starving. The gruel they served me everyday hardly provided the nourishment my body needed. It was just enough to keep me alive, but not enough to keep me from suffering hunger pains. As long as I stay in here I probably only got a few years left. I'm waisting away. I'm shriveling up like a raisin. I feel weak all the time. I can't take it-I almost wish for death just so I can have an escape.
You have no idea the pain I have endured in this place. Not just physical pain but mental pain as well, I'm growing increasingly concerned for my mental health. Sometimes I see and hear things. A tear slid down my faces as I leaned against the cold steel wall. I was never getting out of here. As long as my heart is beating they will never let me out. The only escape from this cell is in a body bag. Even from their it's not that pleasant. After they bag my corpse it's right into the furnace with me.
But what really gets me is...I'm never going to have a normal life. I'm never going to have the chance to get a mate or have children. When I die in here no one will even remember me. But I'm sure Elvis will have children, and they'll probably end up juts as horrible as he is. They grow prosper and live happy lives...and I'll always be here. All alone...forever-
"LIGHTS OUT!" The warden screamed.
The lights died and the prison was plunged into darkness. I sighed and leaned my head against my bed. Now it is time to sleep. Time to dream of a better place and happier times. Times when I was happy. I pushed the thoughts of my eventual death away from my mind, and pictured myself sitting on the white bench that overlooked the ocean. Even though it wasn't really there... The sun set never looked more beautiful. I wasn't alone. My father, my mother, Aaron, Jumba, Lilo, Nani, Pleakly, David, and their unnamed child were there with me. Smiling and chatting. I immersed myself into my fantasy. I was no longer in prison. Now I was sitting next to my father as he patted me warmly on the back. My eyes closed and my breathing slowed. I fell asleep, dreaming of my home and the family I had lost. My chest rose up and down, the never ending screams of my fellow prisoners faded away; and was replaced with the sound of the soothing ocean. Soon I would wake up, forced to face reality once again, but for now I was sitting on a warm bench, spending the remainder of my day with my Ohana.
The End.
Well, there it is. My first fan fiction is complete. I would like to thank all the people who reviewed. I couldn't have done it without your support. I wuld personally like to thank StitchFreak626, Avatarjk 137, ElectricCircuslover,Kinger810, Wormtail 96, Da Big Guy, and all the rest of you. But this isn't the end. I plan on writing a sequel. It will take place where this story left off. I'm not sure when I will post it. I think I will just take a short break from writing, but it will happen. Once again I woul like to thank all who read my story and not just those who reviewed. I never thought that my story would turn out this well, originally it was only supposed to be 10 chapters. I feel kinda sad that its over, but like I said I still have the sequel. And now I give you all my fondest farewell. Until next time...
Alius111