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Tyclonia Case File: Samiri Novantra

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A new story from the Tyclonian Penal System case files...I hope you enjoy...


Tyclonian Case File #A624​
Samiri Novantra​

As revealed in previous case files from the esteemed Tyclonian Penal
System, a plan of rehabilitation was prepared for every inmate. The
majority were the simple, proven methods handed down from millennia to
millennia by civilizations past and present. From the simplest petty thief to
the mass murderer, every plan was set in motion within an hour of the
prisoner's arrival.
How was this possible? Not only were the Tyclonians well skilled in
holographic and nanotechnology, they had one of the best systems in
existence to gather and intercept data from planets all over the galaxy. For
example, if a child was caught and reported to have stolen a toy or a piece of
candy, from that point on, a file was started on that child and that person was
monitored until the day that person died. The Tyclonians had information
sources everywhere. Besides the standard spy networks, the Tyclonians had
offices in every location where trials were held, under the guise of
facilitating prisoner transfers. In fact these were central processing centers
to monitor potential inmates so the Tyclonian High Established Magistrates,
known only as T.H.E.M., could prepare the rehabilitation plan.
As seen the case presented below, no detail
was missed in preparing for the arrival of one of the most renowned
assassins of the age...

Samiri Novantra was a native of Tecan 5, a planet famed and
promoted as the place to go for fun, frivolity, and hedonism. This was such
an anachronism when one looked at Samiri. She was dressed in black
leather from head to heel, dark black hair with a thin streak of jade green,
and bracelets of black leather with red nail studs. She was an antagos, one
who had chosen to forsake the joy and pleasure so heavily promoted by her
world (and so dependent upon for tourist income) and instead not only
denied herself of those pleasures, but sought to deny those pleasures to
others. There were groups on other planets and civilizations similar to the
antagos, but most kept to themselves. The antagos, in contrast, looked for
opportunity to punish others for enjoying life, which they felt was but to be
endured for its harshness.
Samiri was no exception. She grew up in the lower class slums of her
planet, in areas where survival went to the tough and hard. Fun, play, and
pleasure did not exist for her. She saw the joy in others faces as people
came through her land, not to help them or raise them from their squalor, but
to look upon them as part of the tour like animals in the zoo. Those
memories burned in her mind every day of her life. Her mother died during
a pneumatic plague brought in by tourists during the summer of her ninth
year. She never knew if any other family members existed, having no
memories of her father.
Like many of her class, she tried to gain employment in the service
sector, serving the needs of the hordes of tourists visiting her home world.
Being so young, combined with a cruel employer, jaded her. The happier
the tourists she served and waited on, the deeper and darker her anger
became towards them. She never was allowed to enjoy life, why should they?
This train of thought monopolized her until she left her employer at the age
of 15.
She joined up with a street gang, quickly learning the skills of a
fighter. Her skills became so high that even the gang leader feared her. She
was loyal to the group, but his lack of trust in her lead to her leaving the
gang and setting out on her own. She took the life of the antogos, and did
whatever it took to survive. Petty thievery, pickpocketing, home and hotel
burglary, whatever it took to feed and clothe her. She gained a street
reputation that caused one to either seek her services or avoid her at all costs.
Her first kill was quite by accident. During a routine home robbery,
she was walked in upon by the current resident, a tourist who was renting the
house for a month long vacation. He arrived with his sexcort, the local term
for a prostitute, as Samiri was in the middle of cleaning out his stash of
money.
To the outside world, the sexcort was portrayed as an honorable
profession that entertained and showed visitors the best places to visit, tour
and revel. To the natives of Tecan 5, they knew the bitter truth that it was
nothing more than a cruel form of slavery. Samiri's former employer had
tried to force her into that wretched trade, but she fled before he had
negotiated the sale. She saw the visitor enter with his young teen sexcort,
barely passed the age of fertility. Her rage turned white hot against him and
jumped him, snapping his neck instantly. He was dead before he hit the
floor. The sexcort screamed in terror and stood there, paralyzed with fear.
Samiri told the lass that she was free now. But the young girl just
stood there. Then, Samiri saw it, the tell tale signs of needle marks the base
of her neck. She had been injected with tricylantoin rods, a slow releasing
drug that kept sexcorts very compliant and highly aroused. She stood there,
zombie-like. Her "master of the night' now gone left her without direction
as to what to do. Samiri felt a slight twinge of sympathy followed by an
avalanche of repulsion. She pulled out a stiletto and plunged it in and out of
the sexcort's chest, piercing her heart and killing her as quickly as the man.
She stole what she wanted and disappeared into the night.
As she thought about that night, Samiri found that she had enjoyed her
two silent kills. Quickly, she became adept at the art of the silent kill,
becoming even more feared by the Tecan 5 underworld. In time, her skills
were sought out as an assassin. She could have aligned with any crime
cartel she chose, but elected, smartly, to be free-lance. This gave her the
independence she craved, and made her even more desired by cartels in need
of a kill untraceable to their own assassins. The law enforcers knew of her,
but were unable to get a description of her, let alone catch her. All they
knew was she was an antagos, but that was all they had.
In time though, it even got too hot for her on Tecan 5. She needed to
get off the planet, feeling the long arm of the law getting closer and closer to
her. That's what made her next assignment so intriguing. The vast Vincar
cartel needed a special hit. A member of a rival cartel needed elimination,
but was in the most unlikely of locations: Tyclonia. The person in question
was Sandralah Pinkay, a minor under lord in the rival Erlot cartel. However,
this minor rival, Sandralah, had escaped an attack by Vincar's forces and, in
the escape, was caught by the law. To avoid a larger sentence, she had made
a plea bargain and implicated many in Vincar's operation. Vincar wanted to
prove that even the galaxy's toughest prison system could not hide and
protect one from Vincar's reach. They presented a quite simple plan. Samiri
would go in, convicted of some small crime, but big enough to get her sent
to Tyclonia. She would eliminate Sandralah Pinkay, in one of her patented
silent ways or in some manner to make it appear an accident. Then, Vincar's
legal workers would get her conviction reversed by blackmailing someone
else to confess to the crime, clearing Samiri and gaining her release.
Samiri could smell a set-up a mile away, and this one reeked of it.
She had no guarantee that Vincar would keep his end of the bargain. But,
Samiri needed off Tecan 5 fast and the money was enough to set up her life
on another planet. They reached a mutual agreement and moved forward
with the plan. She robbed a planned house using an MO totally opposite of
her normal manner, thus not letting the law enforcers be able to link her
other thefts to this one. She was quickly arrested and sentenced to a 5 year
sentence in Tyclonia.
Her arrival was uneventful, the standard staging health exams and
treatments, changing into the same small-strapped light blue camisole style
top, Capri pants of the same color, and brown leather sandals. Within 3
hours of her arrival, she was in her cell. At the meal-time bell, she was lead
to the eating hall, then back to her cell. To her surprise, and delight, her
cellmate was no other than Sandralah Pinkay. "Vincar's people are more
efficient than I expected," she thought to herself.
The next few weeks were spent being trained in doing the daily
required work inside the prison and then outside in the harvest fields. It was
now planting season, and the prisoners were worked hard to get the planting
done prior to the rainy season. Samiri loathed each day, not for the work but
for the cheerful manner in which many of the inmates worked. It made her
antagos blood boil. That and the fact she had to wear that horridly cute
shade of blue on their uniforms. No make-up was allowed, so she was
unable to put on her preferred black lipstick, eye shadow, and liner. She
knew she would not be able to take much more of this, so she started to put a
plan together to eliminate Sandralah.

The next meeting of the wardens took on a different air than usual this
month. The discussions with T.H.E.M. took a very serious tone when
Samiri's case file and plan were presented. The chief warden for the planet
Samiri was incarcerated was the most serious...and nervous. He always
trusted T.H.E.M. to devise the rehabilitation of even the most dangerous
prisoners, but he felt this plan was too big a risk.
"Magistrates, I again ask you to reconsider. Sandralah Pinkay is no
innocent bystander, but we cannot rightly be placing her life in this much
danger by internally placing Inmate Novantra in the same cell. Samiri may
strike at any moment. We must separate them quickly."
"She will not move as quick as you fear. Be reassured, Warden, we
can easily predict that her plan will not move into action for at least 2 weeks.
Even then, she will have to wait for the right opportunity. The opportunity
WE will provide for her. I'm sure your holographic engineers are up to this
task."
"And what happens if you are wrong, Magistrate?" The room fell
silent, this being the first time such an accusation had ever been leveled on a
High Established Magistrate.
"We are never wrong, Warden. However, we delight in your concern
over Inmate Pinkay. This shows great pride in your position as well as the
deep need to protect life as we know it. You shall go far in this realm..."
was the response as the view screen went black and the meeting ended.

Samiri was leaving her cell to go to the eating hall for dinner when
she saw a large gathering of inmates. She followed them and heard them
murmuring about an escapee being found. She watched as the guards
brought back the limp-looking body of Phrodita Rondi. Rumors were saying
she had been found during the sweep of the harvest fields being attacked by
some creatures. Some said it was a malrog, others a spinneret serpent, many
more claiming it to be tentacle moths. Samiri could tell that whatever it was,
it had nearly killed Phrodita. Samiri's eyes started to sparkle as the
possibilities and ramifications of those possibilities took shape.
After dinner, Samiri obtained permission to go to the prison library.
She spent the entire time reading up on the flora and fauna of the Tyclonus
planetary system. She learned all she could about tentacle moths, malrogs,
spinneret serpents, boa worms, vermillion winged lemurs, and many more.
She did her best to know every possible detail about their habitats and
behaviors. She was especially interested in the malrogs. A large, lumbering
sort of creature that was stronger than 3-4 humanoids. The males roamed
solitarily, except during the mating seasons. The females would raise a litter
of cubs, called roglets, until they reached the age of 3 solar years. At that
point the mother would force them out on their own, and would prepare to
mate again to procreate a new litter. She even read reports on malrog attacks,
and how more often than not, the malrog would win and kill anything that
got between the mother and her roglets.
It took about 3 weeks, but Samiri was ready to put her plan in action.
Sandralah had a big running feud going on with one of the other prisoners,
Kay Le'Zeolda. They were from rival criminal cartels and were always
either arguing, posturing, or, at times, even fighting. The guards eventually
placed them at opposite sides of the fields during the planting and weeding
of the harvest fields. Samiri waited for the right moment. It finally occurred.
Kay and Sandralah got into a big fight over field tools as the guards handed
them out. Sandralah won out, but Kay and her group verbally vowed to
even things out. "This is the day." Samiri thought. She would be able to kill
off Sandralah, and escape from the prison at the same time. She held no
delusions of Vincar's promise to get her out. What better way to kill off the
evidence than to let her rot in this hell hole of a prison. She always lived by
her code of honor and finished any job she started, no matter how long it
took. But, she was realistic enough to know how Vincar's mind would work.
She was an antagos, so she always assumed the dark nature when dealing
with anyone else.
It was about 3 pm in the afternoon when she put things into motion.
All the field workers were murmuring though out the day about the big fight
and what Le'Zeolda was going to do to Pinkay when she got her hands on
her. Sandralah kept her cool, but physically she was no match. She had
been a "behind the scenes" type, as opposed to the street urchin Samiri, or
the 'labor in the trenches' background that Kay Le'Zeolda came up from.
Samiri looked up and saw that the guards had moved ahead of them in the
field, leaving them alone near a wooded section. She grabbed Sandralah's
arm and told her, "Quick, here comes Kay and her gang. The guards have
left us alone so she can get you. We have to run!!"
"That's crazy," she replied. Then, she looked up and saw that they
were all alone. They were at the top of a hill, and Sandralah could see a
group of 6 women walking their direction, sharp field tools in their hands.
"Oh, no...what do we do?" Sandralah looked at Samiri, panic in her dark
brown eyes.
"Follow me into the woods, now!"
"But, that would be an escape attempt..."
"The guards have left us sitting ducks. Escape reprimands means
we're still alive! Let's go!" Samiri yelled, grabbing her arm and pulling her
towards the trees. Sandralah followed her, still hesitant at first, then running
hard to keep up with Samiri's pace. The forested area was very thick, and
quickly hid their bodies from anyone looking their direction.

Meanwhile, the hologram engineering monitors watched as Samiri ran
into the forest. "Is inmate Pinkay still secured in the infirmary?" the lead
engineer asked.
"Yes Sir, she is safely sequestered under quarantine, as per your
orders," replied one of the guards, assigned to watch the events unfold.
"Good, let Inmate Novantra continue her plans as dictated. Inform me
of any deviation from the warden's rehabilitation plan," the lead engineer
replied as he went back to the monitoring of the arrival of a new inmate, a
terrorist leader from Mepanoid 7, a certain Doxoru Bi-Adria, who would
need extra monitoring.

Samiri led Sandralah deep into the woods, weaving as if to avoid
being followed. Samiri's aim was to confuse her companion so she would be
completely lost in the woods and unable to flee from her back to the guards.
After nearly 30 minutes of what appeared to be evasive maneuvers, Samiri
halted at the edge of a small clearing.
They rested, Sandralah panting for breath. As she did, Samiri looked
around, as if she as looking for something specific. After several minutes,
she saw deep scraps on one of the nearby trees. These were tell-tale signs
that an adult malrog had been here, looking for food. She knew that because
of their size, they preferred to be in clearings, so they could move easier.
The clearing seemed to be void of animal life, however. She told Sandralah
to get down as they both knelt in the high grass. She hoped to look for other
signs on the ground near them, using the action of hiding in the grass as an
excuse.
Her trained eyes saw footprints in the dirt, small ones. She smiled at
the thought of using roglets to her advantage. Malrogs liked to hide their
young in areas such as this clearing as they hunted to keep them hidden from
other predators. Her desire was to find a den. She told Sandralah to stay
there as she started to quietly crawl through the high grass. Her heart rate
started to rise as she searched in the grass, hoping that luck would smile
upon her. She searched for several minutes, almost ready to give up, when
she heard a small rustling ahead of her. She paused, and then saw two small
roglets hiding in a clump of high grass ahead of her. She slowly tightened
her grip on the small hoe she had been using in the field and slowly crept
toward them.
When she got close enough to them, their natural curiosity caused
them to creep toward her, sniffing as they did. She let them come toward
her, thinking this was going to be even easier than she thought. After they
had sniffed her for about a minute, she slowly raised the hoe, and brought it
down on top of the smallest of the two roglets, crushing its head. It gave out
a high pitched shriek as she did, causing Sandralah to leave her spot and
come rushing toward the sound. The other roglet squealed and ran into taller
grass as Sandralah appeared next to Samiri, who was now standing over the
dying roglet.
"What the...why did you do THAT?" Sandralah cried out. Striking
that creature made no sense.
"It caught be by surprise. I reacted before I could think or stop
myself."
They both heard a squeal, followed by a loud roar about 100 yards
ahead. Samiri reached down and grabbed the now dead roglet, placing it in
Sandralah's hands. Sandralah stood there in shock at the sound of the roar
as the enraged mother malrog came out of the woods. As the mother
appeared, Samiri broke for the opposite end of the clearing, leaving
Sandralah there to face the angry mother. "Never get between a mother
malrog and her young, they can be lethal..." she called out as she
disappeared into the wood. She turned and looked just in time to see
Sandralah tossing the dead roglet down as the mother malrog swung a huge
paw and hit her. The powerful blow sent her sprawling. Samiri could hear
the sounds of Sandralah trying to defend herself and the rage of the malrog
avenging her cub.
Samiri turned away, smiling as she ran. The mother malrog would
take her anger out on Sandralah, thinking she had been the killer. The
creature was not considered very intelligent, so it would soon forget all
about her. The plan had been perfect, and she had executed it with cool
precision. It felt good to pull off a kill without getting her hands dirty.
Now, she had to make plans for the coming nightfall, as well as how to get
out of there. She was no fool; she knew that guards were searching for her
at that very moment. If and when the body was found, they would very
easily see that only one body was there.
One option was to turn herself in, or be found near enough and act as
if in shock as she retold how the malrog had attacked them from nowhere.
But, she would have to make herself look like she had been attacked as well.
Another option would be say that it had attacked when they had been
separated in the woods, and that she got there in time to see the end result.
Then, go back to the prison and wait for Vincar to spring her. That is, IF he
ever kept his end of the bargain.
She decided instead to do the third option. She would keep moving
and find the nearest town or village. From there she would find a way to
get off this deity-forsaken planet. There had to be sources from here, legal
or illegal. She would just have to find them. That and a place where she
could steal some new clothes to replace the prison garb she had on. She was
more than certain that any natives here would recognize the outfit as the
prison uniform, so she needed to ditch it fast.

Back in the prison, the engineers finished reporting to their chief.
"All was accomplished as planned, sir," they stated. The chief of the team
looked on at the camera image displayed. There was Samiri, leaving the
scene of her crime. In the other screen was the fleeing Samiri.
"Is she out of visual and audio rage?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," they answered in unison.
"Then end the Pinkay hologram sequence and prepare the trap for
Nanette release."
Then programmers entered a series of commands, and the images of
the malrog, her cubs, and Sandralah slowly faded into nothing, the
holograms having served their purpose.

Samiri moved through the forest at what she felt was a decent pace
through the forest. After about one hour, she reached an area surrounded by
a dense thicket. It was full of bracktel bushes, native to the planet with long,
sharp thorns. Going backward was a non-issue, so she slowly tried to crawl
through it. The thorns at times tore her clothes and her skin. Her arms, legs,
chest, and back were covered with needle-like pricks. As each thorn
scratched her, she ignored it, but when they punctured her skin, she felt pain
along the lines she had not felt since a child. The beatings she had received
by adults were almost as painful as this, but not quite, so she pressed on. As
these thorns broke her skin, millions of nanites were released and entered her
body. They entered via the open skin and entered her circulation. Samiri
felt nothing but the pain of the thorns as she made her way out of the thicket.
It was dark, so she found a place to hide for the night under the low hanging
branches of some trees.

As the morning broke, the programmers were in an eager mood.
"When do we activate?" was the constant question they were asking. They
were eager to show off the results of all their hard work.
"Soon, on my signal," was the chief's reply.

Samiri woke up as the sun was rising. She needed to put as many
miles between her and the prison as she could. She wasted no time getting
started. Less than an hour after she had awakened, she heard the sound of
voices. She looked around, and found a dense area of overgrowth to hide in.
She stayed there, motionless as 3 guards walked right by her. She dared not
move as she saw them stop no more than 50 yards past her and radio to
others to check on their progress.
Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation in the sole of her foot. It started
right above the heel and moved along the sole to the base of her toes and
back. It felt as if something was stroking her there. She fought off the weird
sensation as she waited for the men to leave. Then, it happened again, but
even stronger. She felt a strange, unknown reaction in her gut and chest.
Out of some instinct, she felt herself clamp her lips tighter, as if she was
trying to hold in air. It wasn't a painful sensation, but her foot desired to
escape whatever was touching it. She slowly looked behind her, but nothing
was there!
When she turned her head back, she felt it now on the other foot. It
almost had the feeling of...pleasure. She had not felt many pleasurable
sensations in her body, the last time being when she reached the age of
fertility, and she had explored herself. That was the only time in recent
memory that she had left anything sensation like this. She was glad to see
the soldiers go back to where they had come from. After enough time, she
got out of the underbrush and checked out her sandal-clad feet. Nothing
had touched her soles at all. She started back on her walking escape.
After ten steps, she felt a poking sensation in her ribs. She fell to her
knees and clamped her mouth hard shut as some strange sound was trying to
escape. She got up and it started again. She did her best to ignore it and
then, just as suddenly, it stopped. She walked further and now felt this
weird sensation in her armpits. This time, a giggle came out of her mouth
before she could shut it. A giggle? She hadn't giggled or laughed since she
was 5 years old! She was an antagos, and antagos don't laugh! She looked
around and then hid, afraid she would be found. After 15 minutes she
started back walking, the sensations gone.
Another 10 minutes went by before it hit her again. This time it was
her belly and navel. Several seconds of giggles came out before she could
stop herself. This was madness! She could feel fingers all over her, but no
one was touching her. Was she going insane? Hallucinating from lack of
food or a natural drug in the berries she had found for breakfast? Again, she
went to her knees, clawing at her body in the vain hope of stopping this
feeling. After a few minutes, it stopped like before.
She looked around. She saw and heard no one. She stood, looked
around one more time, and then started walking. Out of nowhere, it started
on her feet again, this time all over her soles. She shrieked, fell to the
ground, and pulled the sandals off her feet. She felt more giggling well up
inside her and start to come out as she grabbed at her feet, trying to stop the
feeling of fingertips or bugs crawling all over her soles. As she did, the
invisible poking of her ribs started as well. The gigging turned to laughter
as she now was fighting some invisible enemy on two fronts. Now, her
armpits felt on fire as if fingers were scraping in them. The tickling
sensations hit just as quickly all over her belly as the nanites fired stimuli on
her nerve endings, mimicking the sensation of fingers and feathers tickling
her. She kept trying to grab and pull at her invisible assailant, at times
tearing and eventually removing all her clothing.
She was unable to remain silent. This was madness. Has this last kill
made her snap into some new form of insanity? She tried to think, but soon
her mind was engulfed by this sensation her body vaguely remembered and
recognized as tickling. It was a horrible, yet delightful sensation. Her
antogos instincts tried to block off the sensations of pleasure, but the nanites
were more potent than her will.
Now, the sensation was spreading. The nanites were literally all over
her, and she could feel the tickling moving up her legs. It was as if
someone was turning a knob, causing the tickling to move up her legs like
the flames on a gas stove. It stopped at the top of her thighs, covering all
her legs. Then, it started to radiate from her belly, ribs, and armpits to the
rest of her torso. Now, she was beyond the ability to stifle any laughter, her
body betraying her, as centimeter by centimeter it moved along her skin.
When all her back and torso were covered, she screamed in pain and delight
as the sensations moved on in their march.
"MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! NOOOOOOO!" she cried out in
vain. Now, she could feel it start the slow progression up from her thighs
and down from her hips. "No, NO! Not THERE!" she screamed, to no avail
as she was powerless to stop it. Soon, both her buttocks and her fertility
zone were covered with the sensations. Moans joined her laughter as she
felt the tickling fully hit her breasts, nipples, and birth canal. These areas
had never been touched by one other than her, and she was losing her mind.
When the stimulus was enough, her first climax occurred. Then another.
She had never climaxed before and was overwhelmed and unable to resist
and fight it. She had always denied herself such pleasure in the past, and
now she found herself in a mental tug of war. Part of her mind still resisted
the sensations with all her might. Yet, a growing part of her was wondering
why she had denied herself such wonderful sensations.
She was curled on the ground in the fetal position when the guards
found her on the ground. As they loaded her up, any touch made the
sensations worse, intensifying it where ever they touched her. She begged
and pleaded with them to make it stop. Deep inside her body yearned for
more. She had sworn off pleasure and now was being overwhelmed by it,
unable to control her reactions to it or resist its effects. They loaded her up
in the security vehicle and drove her back to the prison compound. She was
taken to the escapee holding facility where the sensations stopped after 6
hours of endless nanite stimulation. When it was all over, she was brought
to a new cell and new cell mate.
Samiri awoke in her cell, completely exhausted from her ordeal. Too
tired even to speak, she just looked around the room, not recognizing her
new cell mate. She didn't really care. Her mind was still overloaded by the
pleasures that had accompanied this unexplainable attack to her body. As
her body shivered when she recalled it, she found herself, inexplicably,
desiring to feel it again. Her soul was a dry sponge, eager to soak up
pleasure of any kind. She got up, slipped off her sandals, introduced herself
and asked, "This may sound strange, but could you do something for me..."

Samiri was a very model prisoner the rest of her term. As she
expected, there was no action by Vincar to shorten her term or clear her of
the conviction. To be honest, she didn't care. She and Kinuko, her new
cellmate, became life long friends. Upon her release, she returned to Tecan
5 with Kinuko. Rejecting her criminal past, she became a dealer in one of
the larger gambling houses on the planet. She was famous in the business as
"The Giggling Antagos," creating a stir on the planet. At times she
remembered her past, regretting the lives she had ruined or taken. But,
whenever she thought back to those days, her 'invisible companion," as she
referred to it, would commence with a massive tickling attack that would
send her not only into hysterics, but be so intense she would forget whatever
she had been thinking about.

Prisoner considered to be completely rehabilitated from all crimes,
known and unknown. Case file considered closed. For information on
Inmates Rondi, Pinkay, Bi-Adria and Le'Zeloda, please refer to their
respective case files.
 
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