How long have you been here? Natalia Pushkin:
It seems like forever. Turlough:
And in all that time, have you ever tried to fight back, to escape? Natalia Pushkin:
New arrivals always ask that. Escape to where,
Turlough? There are no walls in our prison. This is the last beacon of life in the whole of creation
: to leave is to die.
There are no prison cells or jailers in Leopoldheim
. An Imperial garrison is stationed there not to keep prisoners in, but to keep the hostile natives
out. If the denizens of the jungle
dont finish off the prisoners, disease will, and life in the colony is a miserable existence.
We were never truly imprisoned in the slave quarters, but it was clear that if we left, we would be at the mercy of the Dark City
- a barrier more effective than any amount of walls, fences and razorwire.
"This is the gulag Rura Penthe. There is no stockade; no guard tower; no electronic frontier. Only
a magnetic shield prevents beaming
. Punishment means exile from prison to the surface. On the surface, nothing can survive." (Two Klingon guards drag out a humanoid prisoner, who collapses immediately and begins to die of hypothermia.)
"Work well, and you will be treated well. Work badly, and you will die."
"You will be sheltered in barracks six. You are free to move about the compound. But remember, beyond the atmospheric dome there is nothing but airless vacuum and barren rock. Leave the dome, even for an instant, and you die."
"Nobody runs away from here. We don't need a fence. Know why? Because we've got the only water for a hundred miles. You want to run away? You'll be buzzard food in three days."