[U] Celipa

[Celipa]

Cel let out a rebel yell, and flung herself forth into the oncoming horde of guards. They overtook her, but she slashed and hacked away with her ki sword.

One man's leg came off, followed up with his head. That was one soul who wouldn't be returning to his family. Celipa pushed that thought to the back of her head and pressed onwards, screaming herself hoarse as she mowed down the overwhelming numbers.

Something like a tremendous pop was heard, Celipa's hip ripped open; and she literally spun sideways and fell to the ground.

"Unh..." she whined quietly, clutching her leg. Such an intense pain! She had never felt anything like this in her life!

She was quickly brought out of her trance as the butt of a gun made frightening contact with the back of her neck.

The saiyan assassin passed out on the ground.

~*~

[Later, in a Grungy Jail Cell]

"...what...?"

Celipa's eyes flickered open, but then winced shut quickly as she felt the pain in her hip again. Her hand shot down to it, and she could literally feel deep down into a hole in her leg. It was clear that a ki shotgun that had unleashed the blast, nothing else could do something this intense. Tears started falling from her eyes, but she made herself open them.

She was in a cell. All hopes she had had, fell right at that moment. She was truly, frighteningly alone right now. Garlic Junior wasn't about to come running with a medic, she wasn't about to be pulled free by the warm comradery of her fellow soldiers...nothing.

She was cold and alone. Trembling and broken on a cement floor in the grasps of the enemy; death was staring her right in the face. Celipa gulped deeply, and pushed herself into a sitting position, leaning on the hip that wasn't ripped to shreds. She forced back the tears.

I'm...I'm going to die in here!

Celipa kept trying to force back a panic attack, but the tears started streaming again. She was the only thing in this cell, except the thick metal bars that prevented her from escaping. Not that she could've anyway. She couldn't even walk, as far as she knew.

A voice interrupted her breakdown.

"You're awake."

Celipa looked up. It was a man in a yellow coat, an Outcast. He had a look of snide triumph on his face; she had to look away in disgust.

"You had better look away!" the man egged on cruelly. "You killed my friend! Tore off his leg! You get whatever the fuck's coming to you you saiyan trash!"

Celipa brought up her hand to fire off a ki blast at him, but thought against it. Her white saiyan gloves that went in a set with her armor were covered in her own dried blood, she noticed.

And if she attacked, she had no chance of survival. She decided that she would instead take her frustrations out verbally on this man she hated so much, though she didn't even know him.

"I hate you." Venom oozed from Celipa's voice as it cracked and trembled from the pain coursing through her body. "Torture me and kill me, you'll never get a word of information out of me!" she hissed.

The soldier grinned, and cracked his knuckles.

"Hopefully the commander will let me do just that."

With that, he walked away. Celipa dropped her tough disposition, and broke down and cried again. She really was just a scared little girl now, trying to put on a tough mask, but it was dawning now that she really was probably going to die.