January 1st, 3053 Westfalen, Cologne Main Spaceport Facility
On a column of superheated hydrogen an Overlord class Dropship descended. In the old language of Germany it was called "Die gruene Minna" meaning the green minna. Since 1800 or so the prison transports were painted green in germany as the uniform of police officers had been green in colour. Why Minna, nobody knew. But the name had stuck.
The name of the dropship had been Dresden, but after vicious fighting in a Kurita offensive the Overlord had been so much damaged that it could no longer be used as combat dropship. The majority of the armor and weapons had been removed and the dropship had been refurbished as a prison transport.
Now it brought a few hundred prisoners to their final destination.
"Get up Prisoner AA-372. Be happy, your days in space are over. But for a scum like yourself they should never end. Now turn around that you can be shackled."
Prisoner AA-372, caucasian male, age 25 dutifully turned around and offered no resistance. He knew that some of the guards were more than happy to apply force. Guards were always the same. Give someone power and he abuses it.
"This is Captain Mahler speaking. All prisoners take notice. We will open the celldoors and you will step out on the green line in front of your door. Then my first mate will give the command and you will march in the direction the arrows along the green line show. Any disobidience will be severely punished as you hinder a police action according to civil authority code Chapter 6 article 45 subtext 6. The guards are authorized lethal force. On the tarmac you will follow the orders of the orange-vested guards. You will be arranged in rows and lines. Then you will be transported to your prison. That will be all."
With a screeching sound the celldoors opened.
Prisoner AA-372 stepped around and as soon as his neighbours saw him, he heard it .
"Childkiller! Bastard! They should have spaced you!"
"SILENCE!" the guard near him bellowed. Then he looked at him and whispered in his ears: "The Lord insisted you reached your destination alive and unspoiled. He likes trash like you! But I would have left it to your colleagues."
The loudspeakers began to blare: "All Prisoners turn right. Left - two - three - four. Left..." and did not stop.
On the tarmac the prisoners assembled and with the old and ancient routine of "345 Prisoners assembled and ready to be relieved" and "I relieve you of 345 prisoners, all accounted and inspected." they were herded into massive transportvehicles.
Before he stepped into this transport, Prisoner AA-372 filled his lungs with air and as he exhaled he gave up his hope for freedom.
What he did not see was a young man watching him through binoculars. After the transports left he stepped into a car. His four black-suited ghosts did say no word. Their presence was enough that nobody had dared to approach the man.
About an hour later the car entered Sanssouci Castle. There the young man went straight to the private rooms of the duke.
The duke heard him approach. But he was not alone. His wife Isabella, his son Bertram, his daughter Taylor and a middle aged woman awaited him.
The man did not talk but just nodded.
The middle aged woman hung her head and as tears began to stream down she covered her face by her hands. Isabella and Taylor took her by the arms and escorted her out.
The duke looked at Bertram and his son bowed and left.
When Prisoner AA-372 reached Death Row Prison he would be expected.
January 2nd, 3053 Westfalen, Hessen continent, Death Row Prison Facility (DRPF)
DRPF was an ugly building. It was not composed of stones but rocks of at least two tons weight. A wall of 20 m height surrounded an area of twenty by twenty kilometers.
The area inside was divided into squares of 300 by 300 meters. One rectangular building with three meter solid thick walls and fifty cm thick inside walls and 8 floors high. All connections, like water, electricity, toilets entered each cell from the outside. There was no connection between the individual cells inside the building or its walls. This added another three meters to the building. On chains dangling from the roof was the cage. A small room that could be brought before each and every cell to bring in or out a high security prison inmate.
Each building was surrounded by a ditch 5m deep. The ditch was covered in stakes. The building itself was positioned on stilts so if a prisoner decided to dig down he would be in a deep surprise - if the motion detectors didn`t betray him before that. There was no connection between the ditch and the room below the building.
The rest of the area was divided in squares of 10 by 10 meters. Everything was fenced in. And in 5 meters height there was a gangway. So every prisoner had its own play area. Never were two prisoners in the same area. And if a prisoner was disobeying orders - Zeus and Hercules were just two of the Rottweilers eager for some entertainment.
Each of this units was itself divided from the other units by a seperate ditch.
And each unit could only be accessed by the main walkway on 9th floor. And the main walkway was connected to the building via drawbridge.
Two buildings were not part of this security arrangement. One was the administration building and the other the kitchen/ laundry/ repair building. This building had very spartan quarters for its prisoners. They were volunteers of the good variety. They had either proven their innocence or that they were non-violent. They did the work for the Death Row Prison Inmates to avoid fights among them. In return their time at the DRPF was counted as double time served. In some instances even tripled or more.
Prison Warden Michael Dorden sighed. Last night Prisoner Franklin Des Portes had assaulted and nearly murdered Volunteer James Fadyen. As he was given his food he grabbed the hand of the volunteer and broke it. Then i had used his body wastes to infect him.
With a metallic clang the cage was brought into his anteroom and then a stream of obscenities erupted.
After some time he spoke.
"Prisoner Des Portes, after your action I hereby set your date for execution for tomorrow. Except, do you wish to volunteer?"
"How long?"
"After your action yesterday, ah i would say one week."
"What?" two evaluating eyes looked at him.
"Orbital insertion.
"Yes."
"Take him away." He motioned the guards and the cage moved away.
Medium Prison Facility for females
Courtney Smith lay on her cot and tears were flowing down her face. Since four weeks she was on Westfalen and in this prison. Abused and desperate she had told her boyfriend that she wished that her tormentor should die. He had taken a basebal bat and did it.
Life without parole. With 16. Conspiracy to commit 1st degree murder.
After two years in prison on her homeplanet she had been deported to Westfalen. She had been lucky. As her dropship reached the jumpship the parliament had decided to punish people like her with a bullet.
The last week had been hell. A new prisoner, named Tanya had arrived with her gang. And she had prison experience. So her life had turned to hell. In her old prison she had learned to have a secret food supply if another prisoner decided to cut you off from prison food through making you fall down, spitting in your food and so on.
So did Tanya and her gang. Her secret stores of food had run out two days ago. And the guards didn`t care. She was hungry and for the thousands time wish she could turn back time.
A metal clanking made her look up. Oh, no, the cage was moving towards her cell.
Terrified she dropped on her knees, back to the entrance and hands behind her head. Maybe that would save her. The guards in her old prison had used everything as an excuse to say that the prisoner had not obeyed or even resisted. Luckily the guards here were not like that. But their inaction was even worse. She choked down her tears and tried to prepare what was coming.
She heard two of the guards attach the cage to the rings outside her cell and then two doors were opened. Her cell door and the cage door.
She smelled oil and then ... SCRAMBLED EGGS?
"Come on Courtney. Get up and help me." a soft female voice said.
Courtney turned around and saw a young woman, some years older than her leave the cage carrying a tray. She put the tray on the desk and moved back.
"Hello, I am Alicia Moonspell. After the hell you have been through you should be very hungry. Come on, it stays not hot forever. Eat."
Courtney moved toward the desk, and on the tray was a lot of food, scrambled eggs with bacon, bread, butter, marmalade, and a big cup of hot chocolade.
She ate and while eating she savoured every bite.
Then she saw Alicia move some packages into her cell. She swallowed. Cookies, chocolade, sugar - a real stash of non-perishable food.
"You don`t think that the guards here are sloppy, do you? Welcome to Westfalen." And in the next ten minutes Alicia explained the prison system to Courtney.
Wide-eyed Courtney listened. And as Alicia told her that she too was sentenced to life without parole Courtneys jaw dropped down.
"How?" she could only stammer.
"Listen, stay clear of Tanya, do not initiate violence. Got it? Ok, if they attack you, defend yourself. And if the guards ask, tell them the truth. Here you have a chance, compared to our homeplanets. And if you are truly willing to make a difference, you will be given a chance, like me."
"But we are both lifers!"
"Yes, in a manner of speaking. We may never leave Westfalen, but I spoke to a woman who is also a lifer. She took the chance that is offered to people like us and now she lifes outside the prison. You see? There is hope and i intend to go this way. What about you?"
Before Courtney could answer someone banged on the outside of the cage.
Alicia looked into Courtneys eyes "Think about it." Then she took the tray and stepped into the cage, closed the door and then the celldoor was closed, the cage removed and as the last smell of scrambled eggs evaporated, the cage moved away, a guard smiled for a second into her direction. And Courtney Smith was alone with her thoughts.
January 3rd, 3053 Westfalen, Hessen continent, Death Row Prison Facility
It was early morning as a convoy of transports arrived at DRPF. In some of those transports the guards were wearing gas masks. The stench was unbelievable.
A prison transport was a long truck with individual holding cells, size 1yard by 1 yard. The chair where the prisoner was sitting on was also the toilet. And some of those prisoners had decided to play communist terrorists just like their 20th century counterparts of the german Red Army Fraction, who also had used their body wastes to "paint" their cells with.
Now, one by one those cells were opened and the prisoners were brought into DRPF. There they were processed and brought to their "homes" aka cells till they were executed. Some prisoners tried to run, but the only opening in the prison transport opened into the prison and so they had no choice.
Those prisoners who obeyed, were processed without much ado. While the prison guards knew their jobs it didnt mean they were heartless individuals. Their experience allowed them to find those prisoners who really behaved and those were brought to their cells and at noon they found their cooperation rewarded. What they found out later was that their executions were scheduled to happen at a later date. The files were also updated for possible truth serum interrogation.
The "painters" were the last prisoners to be processed.
Prisoner AA-372 belonged to the first group of prisoners. He was brought to his new cell and even though he tried to be without emotion he liked the fact that after this long time he was breathing fresh air.
Prison Warden Michael Dorden was covered in sweat. Not because the prison received new prisoners or that he had to keep twice as many books as prisons on other planets. No, because Bertram von Woellner, the duke´s son was visiting his prison.
Before him on a big desk were two books lying side by side. The left book was the official book showing which prisoner entered the facility and when he was executed. The right book showed the same data, but some prisoners where not executed but instead send to the moon or living somewhere on Hessen.
He checked the data, made notes and nearly died of a heart attack as he was touched on the shoulder.
"Ahh."
"At ease, Mr Dorden, at ease. The books are correct, I assume?" Betram said.
Michael Dorden swallowed and lowered his head. "There are some errors and punishment entries missing. I will tell my people to correct them."
He did not lie to the duke. This was the golden rule. While the intelligence service checked the books minor errors were left to the prison warden to correct and overlooked. So he assumed that Betram knew already of the errors he had found. Still he did not take chances.
Bertram smiled (what the majority of the people believed was not possible) and then got back to business.
"Prisoner AA-372, aka..."
"Friedrich Meier" continued the warden, "Sergeant in the 234th Infantry regiment under Lt Franz von Nagel. The unit was destroyed in a fight with Clan Jade Falcon. He was the only survivor and returned to his homeplanet of Sargasso. After four weeks he wiped out his family, his wife and three kids. According to the court assigned psychiatrist he did not suffer from post traumatic stress disorder even though his behaviour onboard the ship carrying him home suggests otherwise. He was sentenced to death and according to the treaty sent here."
"Do you have access to the bugging files of the transports?" Betram inquired. "Oh sorry they have not been typed. According to them the duke of the area were Meier lived and under which jurisdiction he was sentenced did order him to suffer."
"What interest can a duke have in such a case? Such a man is considered beneath his notice" Dorden asked.
"You are right, except" his grin reappeared "if his last name is von Nagel..."
Warden Dorden looked at him and finally understood. "You mean blood vengeance?"
"Franz was his only son and the duke is known for his adherence towards the old code. And besides, he is known as a womanizer and Constance Meier, Friedrichs wife, was according to this picture a real beauty."
"And what interest has your father?"
Bertram looked into his eyes. "An old lady begged my father to help her. And as he also adheres to some code he will help her."
"Begging your pardon, but what about the conflict that can emerge?" Dorden asked.
"Thats what I fear and I am here to find out." Bertram stated.