The hammer came down over the anvil, quicky and decsively. It was an easy trade to learn, even where he was at. Hell, nether, whatever this place was. Beads of sweat rolled down his brow, as the hammer hit the steel laid upon the anvil once more in quick succession. He moved the weapon over, and primed another, well over a hundred by this hour.
Shouts in the distance, individuals being killed right in front of him, and there wasn't anything he could about it. And somehow, for whatever reason, Cassian Abrantes was still very much alive. Beaten, bruised, but still alive. Things were getting worse, here day by day. For him and for the hundresd, maybe thousands of occupants that were locked up here. He had gathered, what he could. He was for all intents and purposes, still had his wits about him. Even with little food, hardly any rest. He had memorized most parts of where he was, when doors opened, when shifts changed. He listened and did what he could as quietly as he could.
He heard the bell sounding through the halls, sounding another riot and or escape attempt. They were happening so frequently now, and those that were captured, were hanged for all to see. And those that were left, were taking an increased punishment. A way to let them know, we are stuck here, and there is no escape.
There was few that he talked to, many had ideas about escaping. He urged them wait, be patient, they hardly ever listened. Cassian knew if he wanted to mount an escape, he couldn't do it alone. He just had to get word out to the one person he could count on.
He couldn't do it alone though, he would have to get through the minds of those here. They had to feel that there was something worth it in the end.
There had to be more than this.
Cassian would have them see it, to believe in it.
