This was a prison designed specifically for Pokégirls. A monument to the strict control over those whom were considered no more than property even in a LIBERAL League.
This was the PokéGirl Prison: “Heaven’s Waiting Room”.
As he had learned from Professor Stroaks before heading out. It was a project that a good deal of the Howell Fortune that had been absorbed by the Giovanni family was invested into. A place to deal with the ‘inconsistencies’ that would pop up here and there amongst the masses of Feral and Domestic pokégirls that needed taking care of.
Such as pokégirls that Tamers had captured along their journeys but didn’t want, and Breeders couldn’t sell, because they were either unwanted, unpopular, or had some serious character flaws that made it so they had to be left out in the general public.
It was also a place that housed pokégirls that consciously and willingly broke the laws without being coerced into it by Tamers, and because of the seriousness of certain crimes, they were put here rather than being placed in a Taming Machine on a Level 5 setting to reprogram them.
And third, and as Stroaks has pointed out, was the main reason for such a place, it was also a secure sanctuary that was used to house wild completely-Feral pokégirls. Pokégirls who’s mentality was too far gone to be brought back to any sort of acceptable level of intelligence. They were pokégirls unfit to exist alongside humans because they were too dangerous, powerful, and were just plain menaces to society.
It was, as the perverted professor Stroaks put it, ‘the last stop for problematic pokégirls’. Because either the Psychiatrists an Medical staff either managed to reform the girls... Or they were dealt with, permanently...
Sighing, Ranma shook his head. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, and if he was to get a pokégirl soon without paying for one... This was his only shot.
Walking up to the thick gates, Ranma looked around for any sort of doorbell or handle on the door. He was taken out of his search when a crackle of static sprung up from an intercom to the right, making it’s existence known. “Name?” Came a male voice over the static.
“Ranma,” Ranma spoke up clearly towards the intercom. “Ranma Sextome. I-I’m here from Phallus Town to meet with the Warden about getting myself a pokégirl.”
There was only silence for a moment before another loud crackle of status broke out, followed by the command, “Stick your PokéDex into the slot beneath the intercom speaker.”
Moving over to the speaker, Ranma did as asked, taking the small book-like hand-held out of his jacket pocket. He then slid the small red device into the slot. It was followed by numerous clicks and buzzes before it was ejected out.
“Take your PokéDex and proceed, Level 1 PokéGirl Tamer Ranma Sextome of Phallus Town,” Came the response as a shrieking grinding sound started as the two large doors of the gate began to slowly swing inward.
Blinking his eyes a few times, Ranma slowly took back his PokéDex and slid it back into his jacket pocket as he made his way through the doors.
“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!” Came a shout that carried such a force of authority, it made Ranma stop dead in his tracks.
Turning around, Ranma saw a pair of male guards, both dressed in sturdy black leather garments with an insignia of the Prison on the right shoulder and over the left pectoral, metal plates on the back of their gloves and the toes of the boots, and to top it off, both wore black leather caps that seemed to hide their eyes. One was lightly patting his nightstick into his open palm as he the other one was working a set of levers, causing the once open gates to now shut.
Gulping a little nervously as the goateed one with a nightstick got closer, Ranma asked, “Is something wrong, officer?”
“Yes,” He said slowly. “We can’t have you running off into this correctional facility unsupervised. We will have to escort you.”
“Oh. Okay,” Ranma said as he held up his hands defensively. “Well, lead the way, officer?”
Nodding his head, the nightstick-wielding guard stood there a moment. When a third guard came to the scene, this one clean shaven, he spoke again. “This way, Mr. Sextome. Please stay between myself and Officer Ferguson at all times.”
“Right,” Ranma responded. When the goatee-sporting guard finally started moving, Ranma was sure to keep up with him. Although he didn’t look back, he could feel the presence of Officer Ferguson behind him. They went through an open area which kind of reminded Ranma of a customs area of an airport. Moving passed the guards at desks and through a set of study doors, Ranma’s senses were besieged by sounds, smells, and colors.
Although they didn’t stop moving, Ranma’s eyes couldn’t help but wander as they passed through the long hallway, holding cells on either side of them, and guards stationed after every sixth cell for added security. All the different sorts of women in orange jump-suits was amazing. All of these pokégirls were incredibly in exotic looks, and Ranma could tell they probably held awesome power... Yet, as they got further along, the integrity of the women’s intelligence started to become questionable. They were in rags of the orange jump-suits, and were padding around cells quickly and frantically, and Ranma was pretty sure he heard a good number growling his way.
Did he really want to get a pokégirl from this place?
Thoughts of a very peeved Nodoka Saotome at home greeting him with a katana at the ready was more than enough of a ‘yes’.
Finally, they came to the end of the hallway, two guards posted outside a single solid steel door, with the paint of bold lettering ‘WARDEN’ over it. The goateed guard banged his fist on the door. “Warden Bargates? There’s a Level 1 PokéGirl Tamer Ranma Sextome of Phallus Town here to see you.”
Blinking his eyes, Ranma frowned lightly. What was with such a long title whenever they referred to him anyway?
After a moment, there was a clicking from the steel door and it slowly slid to the right, allowing entrance. Ranma walked in right after him, catching his first sight of the Warden.
It was as Stroaks told him. Warden Valerie Bernadette Gatesview, aka “Bargates”. A dark-blonde African woman dressed in simpler cloth clothing of skirt and blouse with high-heels and ascot, all in varying shades of dark gray. It didn’t take long before he realized that she was looking him over too.
Finally, Warden Bargates stood up from her desk. “So, you’re the little lazy Tamer that Prof. Stroaks had called me over the vid-com to tell me about, eh?”
Ranma winced a little. He wasn’t lazy. Hell, as far as he knew, he could’ve been in a coma for twenty-four hours. But he wouldn’t say that to her, he knew from Stroaks’ warning, this was a no-nonsense woman. The professor even warned him about how he was ninety-percent certain this woman was a member of SEELE, A hard-line anti-pokégirl rights political group that was fairly regulative of humans, requiring travel-visas at the least. And they were also currently in control of Fight City, Prussian, Cobalt, Dusk, Mauve, all the Amethyst League, and where he currently was, Viridick City.
So, all Ranma did was nod his head to the question.
The woman nodded her head. “Though so. You do look like the description that Stroaks had give me...” She walked over to Ranma, leaning over so she was at eye-level with him, since she had over a half-foot of height on him. “You’re very lucky I owed Stroaks a favor, otherwise I wouldn’t be putting up with such a farce of giving a newbie PokéGirl Tamer an experienced and potentially-dangerous pokégirl. Do you understand?”
Ranma nodded his head. Damn. Why was it he had such a nervousness around women more-so than he did with Nerima? “Understood.”
“Good,” Warden Bargates said. “Then we shall proceed with...”
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