Private A Night in the Clink

[Kaelen Varrin]

Kaelen groaned, shifting in his cell as his eyes peeled open from what felt like multiple layers of weights and quick-glue. Rubbing at them, he wiped away sleep crust and smacked his lips together, his mouth as dry as a sandpit. Looking about, he had a moment of panic, realizing his weapons were gone, his coat was gone, and nothing really but his actual clothes remained to him. Then memory came flooding back, and he shook his head, leaning back against the cell wall, letting the chill of it nurse an aching headache where a trandoshan had thumped him the night before.

"Never trust a rodian with a cargo too good to be true... It's the eyes..."

Sighing, he sat, for all the outside world and cameras, giving up. In reality he was thinking, planning a possible escape. Until he got a prickling up his spine that he knew to trust, that said he wasn't particularly alone in this cell, and then the inattention and closed eyes became affectations. Not like he could do much regardless of having a cell mate or not, so he waited, planning, but with one eye peeled, as it were.

Scherezade deWinter

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Kaelen Varrin was right. He was not alone in his cell. Atop the bunk bed that he was meant to share with someone else, lay the resting body of a certain Sithling, who was just now coming to.

She blinked several times, trying to get the sleep out of her eyes, and trying to understand why the ceiling was so close to the tip of her nose. That wasn't normal. She usually slept on a bed that was so low it was barely more than a mattress against the floor, so she was supposed to have at least a few more feet between her and the top.

Next came the sensations. Someone had touched her while she was asleep. The last memory she had, she'd been wearing her armor and a plethora of blades. Now, she was in a weird makeshift gray smock. Dang. They hadn't even given her shoes.

Well then.

The first thing to do when you wake up without your clothes, and not where you thought you'd fallen asleep, was to most definitely, absolutely, under any circumstances, not panic.

So she didn't. Instead, she yawned, and pretended to stretch her limbs while she checked if anything was holding her down. Nope. Then she rolled onto her side, seeing the other man who was there with her.

Who was he? She had no idea. She took a little inhale. Mostly human by the scent of his blood, though she wasn't certain yet what type of flavor of human. Well… Okay, that wasn't the worst starts of all.

"Good morning," the Sithling greeted him, still not entire sure about… Well, no, not sure at all, "When's breakfast?"

 

[Kaelen Varrin]

"Not entirely sure they believe in a continental style deal here in... Wherever this particular prison is... Still foggy on that, hazard of being brain jarred by a trandoshan hunter..."

He opened his eyes cautiously, eyeing his cellmate. A smile quirked his lips, and he nodded.

"I mean, I could make a ruckus and get a guard here to ask. But odds are they won't exactly be in the question-answering mood. More the boot kicking style of moods. And I don't know how many of them it would take to kick either of our asses, but I know about how many they can use, and it's enough."

His eyes flitted from feature to feature of the cell, analyzing. Thinking. Not his first time within four walls. Probably not his last either. This one wasn't without flaws, and without much further snarking, he stood up, eyeing the cell door and resulting mechanics that powered it. Clearly not an engineer, he had come to realize in his many incarcerations that either the same three or four companies made prison doors for the most part, or that they were just lazy and settled on a standard design Galaxy wide, or nearly.

"You happen to have a hair pin, anything like that?"

Scherezade deWinter

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Kaelen Varrin


The first thing to do when you wake up without your clothes, and not where you thought you'd fallen asleep, was to most definitely, absolutely, under any circumstances, not panic.

The second thing you did, was look for food. But apparently, that was not going to be immediately available either.

Scherezade scratched the tip of her nose, trying to think of what the third thing was. She couldn't remember right now, but she was quite certain that it had nothing to do with whatever had been given her to ensured she was not awake while being transferred.

Carefully, testing her weight against the small ladder steps before giving up entirely and just jumping down.

No, the guards were not going to help. That wasn't a hard one to figure out.

Well then. Hardly the first time Scherezade found herself captured anywhere, but every time it came with walls and/or bars, she was absolutely friggin' delighted in the most unironic way. You learned to appreciate the tangible things after you'd spend a few centuries in the Darkness.

Scherezade brought a hand to the back of her neck and felt around.

"Nope, they took the knife from my hair," she said before remembering the pat down her entire body, trying to find at least one blade that they might had missed. No luck. Absolute zero for anything that had a sharp side or a pointy end.

Next came the bars. Her glowing green eyes followed them closely from top to bottom.

"I can probably ram us out," she noted, though her voice seemed distant, as though she was caught up in equations and trying to figure out just how hard she'd have to go to make it work, "but I'm not sure how much use I'll be after that, when people with weapons show up."

She turned around again, looking at her cellmate.

"Any talents that could help us right now?"

 

[Kaelen Varrin]

"I can sing, hum, and whistle well. With my belongings, I can break out fairly easily from anywhere, but I wasn't even allowed to keep my socks, so that's a bust... I could probably trick the guard and get us out... And there's a few tricks I learned from my grandfather that might help, but I'm not entirely sure the repercussions to me if I did them... I'm assuming you're in for what, shoplifting a nice purse?"

He smirked slightly, eyes still scanning their environment, raking a hand through his hair as he considered options that were existent. His snark didn't have any bite, and seemed almost flippant or perfunctory, without any real thought or demeaning intent behind it.

"Don't suppose you are some near-human with knockout pheremones or venomous barbs under your tongue or such? Could get keys from a guard that way maybe..."

Scherezade deWinter

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Kaelen Varrin

Scherezade didn't miss a single beat as the snark challenge presented itself. Don't worry, she didn't really think it was specifically aimed at her in a bad way, but the Sithling was damn too far from being able to resist something like that.

"Not a purse, but lots of nice purses," she grinned, "your mum's got expensive taste."

With that, she ran a hand through her hair, and took another look at the bars. She was the type of near human that the other one had suggested, but she wasn't really looking forward to using her abilities when she knew so little about where she was. For instance, if this was a Mando compound, they had ways to take her Force abilities away, even if temporary.

So best pretend for the time being that she didn't have them to begin with.

"Guard!" Scherezade suddenly shouted, "Guard! Come quick! He has a chiv! He's going to kill me!!!"

 

[Kaelen Varrin]

With a blanche, he cursed in a stream of Hutteese, Basic, Olys Corelesi and more, walking to the back of the cell and watching the door.

There were many dancs in the Galaxy, but this wasn't one he wasn't particularly fond of stepping to. As the guard came into view, he decided he might as well ham it up, and lunged forward at Scherezade deWinter , making a show of snarling and growling in an almost unhinged fashion, swiping as if he had something in his hand.

Force help me, don't let me be shock-staved...

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Scherezade noted the languages her cell-mate had cursed in. She knew most of them. If she weren't so busy trying to get the guard's attention, she might have answered them in their respective languages too, but… Priorities. Right.

Her mind was so wrapped in it for a moment that she barely registered that he'd lunged at her.

"Rude!" she screamed, letting her left hand throw a punch aimed towards his nose.

And the guard? Her right hand came up and she used the Force to grab him by the throat and pull him into the cell, smashing his nose over and over again into the bars.

Yeah, it was a day for being nosy.

Kaelen Varrin

 

[Kaelen Varrin]

Wincing, Kaelen pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand to staunch the blood flowing rather rapidly from it. The free hand reahed out, snagged the key on a pull-tab retention holder on the guard's shoulder epaulet, and swiftly unlocked the door all while Scherezade deWinter used the poor man's face to edge highlight the various planes of the cell bars in the poor sod's blood and possibly a tooth or two by the mishappen facial features he could make out.

Kriff, this one is strong.. Why is it always my luck?!

Gesturing as the door swung in and the guard slumped to his knees then fell flat on his face, Kaelen waited for his cellmate to step out first. He was busying himself swiftly looting a DL-44 variant, a small combi-tool and a boot knife from the unconscious guard Code Cylinder, and with a shake of his head he passed on dressing as the guard, the fit too far variant between himself and the prone individual.

"Shall we put him on a cot and gag him so it takes them a while to notice?"

The number of times he had been in a situation similar to this wasn't per se excessive, but the fact it was more than zero was mildly frustrating.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Kaelen Varrin

The pride that coursed through Scherezade as she saw the results of her slamming the guard's face against the bars wasn't one she had any intention of trying to contain. It was really nice that her captors hadn't attempted to somehow keep her connection to the Force at bay. That meant she had options, and lots of them.

Still, she looked with silent curiosity as the other man looted the guard's unconscious form, a little bit annoyed that she hadn't thought to loot first. And yet, there were things she could do that the other man could not, and she patiently waited her turn.

"I've got a better idea," she grinned as she picked his body up with ease and tossed it onto the bed, and once secured, rubbed her hand all over his bloody face, probably moving bits of broken bone around. Her hand pulled away bloody, and she gave it a small lick.

Behind her eyes, the visions rose almost immediately, the red haze covering them showing her a red hallway, a red workers' kitchen or something like that, and… Ooh, there were the routes he was taking on his regular walk. The visions ended just as quickly as they had started and she opened her eyes, blinking, and making a face at the disgusting taste in her mouth.

One last punch she delivered into his face, letting the entire front of it cave in deep enough to take parts of the brain down, and then she covered him with the blanket.

"If we take a left here and follow the hallway north, there's a big ugly door that he didn't know what was behind," she informed her partner in crime as she stepped out of their cell with the same kind of playfulness and joy that children used when they arrived at playgrounds, "I think we might be able to find useful information if we find out."