[b][u]A Rocky Beginning...[/u][/b] [i][u]J'Jaro Territory, K'Lan Labor Camp, K'Lan[/u][/i] The feel of raindrops served as a welcome relief to those who had been laboring for hours with little rest. The sound of rock being hacked, chiseled, and cut echoed in the air, only cut out the by the yells of pain by those who were disciplined for moving to slowly, their loads being too light, their bodies too weak. This kind of treatment had been the life of the prisoners of this labor camp for about two months now, their group arriving after being captured at various points by their current overseers and guards, the J'Jaro. Each had been fitted with an inhibitor collar, which served as a tool of control; misbehave, talk out of turn, work to slow, if they just felt like it, the prisoners would receive a painful shock directly to their neural pathways. They mined precious minerals continually for fourteen hours, each day, receiving the bare minimum of what could be considered food, a break of forty five minutes, the continued working, all the while receiving the abuse that the overseers may have felt like dealing out at that moment. This kind of heavy labor and schedule used up prisoners quickly, explaining the bi-monthly shipment of new ones. At the moment, each was doing their daily assignment, whether it be excavating the minerals with an ion-axe, carting them towards the foundry, or melting it down for shipment as ingots. Each did what they had been doing for a month, trying to not antagonize the J'Jaro. [spoiler]This is where EVERYONE starts. You are one of the prisoners, having at some point been taken captive, and you have been in the camp for approximately one month. Their are no chances of escape, and even thinking of it will incur the wrath of the overseers. For now, you bid your time working, and hoping to make it another day.[/spoiler]