[6 Years Prior; C.O.O Ship "Reckoning of the Stars"

As he came to his senses, Jackson slowly began to take in his surroundings. The metal walls had slowly begun to rust over time. The dripping of blood from the cell above his was a welcome, yet disturbing, constant. The sound of metal thumping against metal was beginning to come into focus.

"What're we going to do with him?", a voice came from the hallway.

"I think death is most suitable punishment for him," another voice said.

"Slow down you idiots!" a third voice shushed the others, "The final verdict is up to the council!"

"Council?", the First voice questioned, "There's no council. Just a bunch of idiots that're being paid off by our 'Oh so GLORIOUS' dickwad of a dictator."

"Shut your mouth! We're here."

"Finally. We've been walking for hours."

"Prisoner!", the second voice shouted from outside the cell, "Get up, we are taking you to hall of reckoning." He was tall. Tanky, too. His armor was definitely the heaviest of the three, made clear by the dents his footprints left behind in the floor. On his back were two heavy looking warhammers. Based on the shape of the armor, he was definitely a member of one of the reptilian races. If the wings were any indication, perhaps Draconis?

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"Reckoning, huh?", Jackson quipped, "Old bastard finally got himself his own place? Good for him. Can't wait to tear him a new one."

"Silence prisoner!", the third voice shouted, hitting him with the butt of his shotgun, "Slander of our mighty council leader will not be tolerated, especially by the likes of you!" This one was a bit shorter than the lizard, much skinnier, and his armor was also definitely much lighter. Based on the asymmetrical lines in the armor, it looked like his right arm was made of metal. He carries a shotgun in his hands, and a seemingly wooden staff that produced a light glow. A sorcerer, perhaps?

"Would you shut up with your religious zealot bullshit, Ileaerys?", the first one said, "I'm sick and tired of it." This one was almost as tanky as the lizard, but she seemed to sacrifice some of that weight, instead opting to carry a shield, assault rifle and two handaxes.

"Ileaerys, huh? You an elf?"

"Florentin, you fool! You know all too well that revealing the name of a fellow guard to a prisoner breaks protocol!"

"Ileaerys, you're doing it now."

"Fuck!"

"So, are you taking me to see the fat fuck, or not?"

"Why you little-", Ileaerys started, only to be cut off by Florentin.

"Let's just go. Wrallian!"

"I preferred having Urigwynn as our captain."

"We all do, Ileaerys, but he's dead, and he left me in charge, which means that you listen to me now."

*Thunk*

Jackson felt himself slowly slipping back into unconsciousness. Then, he felt nothing.