Lockdown Fate

It is 4078, more than two millennia has passed since our time. Driven by Earth’s overpopulation problem, humanity has long since developed the technology to propel them to the stars and out of the Milky Way. From there a new age of humanity has once again began, hopping from moon to moon, planet to planet, and galaxies to galaxies, discovering new technology, fauna, wildlife, and sentient beings. Along the way, humanity’s technological prowess grew to rival other races they’ve encountered. The council intrigued by sudden rise of the newcomers, allowed for them join. Yadayadayada, people are allowed fuck aliens and make babies with them, penalty is now illegal, I don’t really need to super flesh out the setting yet, do I?

You are Aubry Brien. A 24 year old human female, working at the Aigle maximum security prison as an intergalactic correctional facility officer. Standing at roughly 1.6 meters or 5 feet 3 inches tall, you don’t exactly cut an imposing figure. Your shoulder length copper hair is kept into a neat bun, more to increase your situational awareness than for the professional look it gave you. Meanwhile your eyes are a light green, from time to time appearing to glow when the light hits it just right. With a modest figure, your 34B bra is filled perfectly and your round ass is of average size. Clad in the standard olive drab uniform of this particular prison, it is reminiscent of the uniforms worn by some police units from the United States of America in the 21st century. The black boots on your feet are new and clean. Topping it all off, a belt loops around your waist carrying an archaic holstered HK45C pistol, extra magazines, your radio, a collapsed baton, and a flashlight.

From a simple galactic police officer to an intergalactic correctional facility officer, this isn’t quite the promotion you expected. And instead of hunting down criminals running around some major planet, you’re stuck here in the middle of some backwater galaxy babysitting captured ones. This has to be a mistake! After all, you can say confidently that you are an outstanding officer. Excelling in every category from shooting to doing something like filling out paperwork, your only weak spot being experience.

How you wish for some action and excitement right now. But as the old saying goes, "Be careful what you wish for..." or something like that. Alarms now blare in your booth, signifying the prison takeover in progress. Quickly strapping on your equipment belt, you step out of your booth only to find your self facing at least five different inmates. Panicking, you quickly bolt past them and ran like hell, a cursory glance behind you showing a large group prisoners chasing you. The armory would be the fastest way to get better firepower, but Prison Wing G is close by and has access to the escape pods.