#yep yep..

How long had..has it been? days? weeks? months? years, prehaps? The merc captain had lost all sense of time as he sat in a isolated cell, hands and feet shackled as he sat on the cell floor.

So many crimes he'd been accused of..mass genocide on a planetary scale, mass uprisings, murder on multiple degrees. Fuck..Being a mercenary had its cons.

The once energetic and cocky merc was now a mere shadow of himself, Quiet and brooding as he shifted slightly, dirty and burised feet scuffing the concrete floor in the movement to get comfortable that never came as he let out a soundless sigh, his stomach grumbles faintly with hunger as he glances over in the darkness where the door to his cell was at.

a brusied hand reaches up to scratch at his now beard and chin, the captain now looking more like a mountain man during his stay in the Imperial prison, he would reach up and brush long locks of blue hair from his eyes, how they changed.. Once wild and bright, now they where dull and tired.

They where trying to break him, as if the beatings and tortures werent bad enough, they had separated him from everyone else and he had come to a quick realization he -needed- contact with others.

This..This silence..It was horrible, almost on the level of being frightening, as the merc had done all he could to keep some sort of noise in the room, he had sung alot of songs he knew, recited skits from shows he had watched (The guards would never forget the Parrot Sketch from Month Python.)

a sense of hopeless had been growing in him for a long while now, Why hadnt he'd been resuced yet..? where was Ro and the Roughencks..? would he ever get out? he once tired to warp out of the room but that went horribly wrong as the room electrocuted him in response, he'd even tried to break out a few times when the guards came to feed him but that ended up horribly as well, once he was beaten till he couldnt moved and another time..well..he couldnt quite remember but either way, he was broken and found any hope of escape, squashed.