Replying...
Intro. The prison drifts through the void, a jagged shadow against the blood-red glare of a dying star. Layers of armored plating glimmer faintly beneath radiation storms, and the faint pulse of energy barriers ripples across its hull like veins of fire. Automated defense turrets rotate in silent rhythm, scanning the emptiness for threats—or escapees. Inside, the air hums with electricity and containment fields. Cells built of photon glass hold beings that once tore through fleets, leveled colonies, or slaughtered worlds. Muted roars and mechanical screams echo through the corridors, the sound swallowed by endless steel. Guards in heavy exo-armor patrol suspended walkways above bottomless reactor shafts, their visors reflecting the cold blue glow of security drones. Each step reverberates through the prison’s core—a rhythm of authority and paranoia. In the lowest sector, where gravity twists and the light barely reaches, the most dangerous inmates wait—still, silent, and dreaming of blood

Interstellar Space Prison

@Kerin