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A Soldier's Escape

Lauri didn't know where he was. Even though he'd been in the POW camp since the fall of Commenor, he didn't know what planet, or even what system he was on. He seldom saw daylight, through he seemed to have more respect from guards than most of the grunts. Apparently the story of his final stand had spread. Christiana and a the few survivors of his force were there as well, as well as many of Commenor's POWs.

The treatment, even with the moderate respect he had gotten, was harsh. His meals were small, if they came. He'd beaten twice by guards, and was constantly forced to work. There wasn't much else to do, and if he had refused further he'd be punished more. He'd heard stories of prisoners sent to isolation cells for weeks, and driven insane.

The young lieutenant was sitting in his cell, tired from the day. His cell mate was already asleep, as the facility was shutting lights off in the cells. Tommorrow, he'd repeat it all over.


[member="Anden Fancelo"]
[member="Asajj Novar"]
[member="Shoden Moz"]
 
For Lauri, it might as well repeat all over. After being around for a while, he'd finally be able to find out what planet he's on, at least. That planet being Etti IV.

If one were to know Etti IV, then they'd know it'd be in Sith Empire territory, somewhere along the edge. It is also a heavily urban planet, filled with law enforcement and military units. One would assume that Lauri and some of his people were transferred to some facility under heavy supervision. Escape might as well be a myth, least among the prisoners.

A couple more days might've passed for Lauri, till one day something out of the routine days he had, came up. He had a visitor. If he were to accept although given little choice as it is. He'd be escorted to a room, left with just a table and a pair of chairs. And a man unfamiliar to him, in casual clothing. Sitting on one of those chairs.

[member="Lauri Törni"]
[member="Asajj Novar"]
[member="Shoden Moz"]
 
Lauri was led in to a room he hadn't been sent to before. He had been left in a room, simple, with only a table and chairs. The guards had taken their positions, though Lauri hadn't bothered to see where. The man sitting in the chair was the object of his focus, being the only person not in a uniform Lauri had seen for a month.

The Commenori sergeant sat, slowly, letting his tired muscles rest. He studied the man with weary, tired eyes, and began running mental scenarios. Could this be his way out? Lauri decided to let the stranger speak first, unsure of the situation.

[member="Anden Fancelo"]
[member="Asajj Novar"]
[member="Shoden Moz"]
 

Shoden Moz

Lady Mischief of Nordel
This was a horrible idea.

NO not causing mischief by infiltrating a Sith prison and seeing who they could free, set loose on the Sith, and in general bolster the rebellion. NO that was a brilliant idea, enemy of the enemy and all that. So if that wasn't the horrible idea, maybe it was coming with [member="Asajj Novar"]? Mmmm... no, Shoden needed backup and the Forcie would do just fine for that. Better probably. So what then could be such a horrible idea that even Shoden couldn't deny it in the back of her mind?

That, was letting the young woman drive.

She was what, fourteen? Fifteen? Somewhere around there, with no license, no experience, and probably most importantly, one hand. Then again she was having the time of her life, driving fast down the isolated path towards the prison. To prevent an, unfortunate incident with police, she'd picked a winding back route to avoid cities, and especially the nearest city to their destination. Even if that meant extra time on escape, it meant they could easily hide away after all, or avoid the pitfall of being stuck in the spaceport as lock-down initiates.

Assuming it went bad. That said, the young woman/teenager was quite happy to take a round-about path, discuss and introduce herself. And of course, blast the absolute edgiest song on her playlist through the speeder's speakers.

"So we're going to be breaking into a prison with no idea how to get in, where to go, or what we can really get out of it. Just us. Three hands, and all I've got is Dad's DL-18 strapped to my leg. Pretty good odds don't you think?" She shot a grin towards Asajj before focusing on the driving. Her leather boots, skirt, and rather detailed if plain top alongside bandages on her arm and dirt scuffs everywhere on her clothes... plus the frayed hair hardly made her look a productive member of society, let alone a politician's daughter. It was a miracle she wasn't being pulled over.

[member="Lauri Törni"] :|: [member="Anden Fancelo"]
 
"I know the way in, and where the holding cells are. Who ever is in there though is a different story." Asajj sat in the passenger seat white as a ghost and grabbing what ever she could to steady herself. She was already terrified of being in a speeder, and [member="Shoden Moz"] 's driving certainly didn't help that anxiety. Let the teenager drive. She thought. On Tatooine there was once a kid who won the podrace. A kid! This should be fine. As she continued to sit there unmoving, the reality hit her pretty hard.

I'm going to die.

She quickly shook the thought from her mind as the prison came into view on the horizon though. They had a job to do. People to spare from her own fate. All at once her body relaxed as she chose to focus on the mission, and not all the large rocks her partner was about to hit. "Sith are all about their rules and regulations for the lesser folks. The prison guard, provided they aren't Sith themselves, will be held to a strict standard. A standard we can exploit. Smug a soldiers armor, and he'll be torn apart by his commander. Likewise, if we cause enough of a scene in one spot, the whole of the prison guard will crash down to cease it less the Sith learn of their failure." A rough idea at least. Once they got in it would be far easier to plan their next move. That was the thing though. They had to get in.

[member="Lauri Törni"] [member="Anden Fancelo"]
 
Anden Fancelo


Etti IV, Amerax Prison, Visiting Room A7
With: [member="Lauri Törni"]
Törni... He eyed the man with quite the intense look as he sat opposite of the inmate. His hands resting on his lap as he leaned back. He then took a deep breath and sighed. "Was it Lieutenant or Sergeant Törni? It's been a month and I can't remember the rank on your uniform when I captured you." He then scoffed a bit, looking from side to side, then his eyes gazing back at Törni. "It doesn't matter, your rank has little authority here anyways. Although I don't personally agree with the Empire's doing with you and the other commenori. I'd think you'd be an exception. Considering the amount of squadmates of mines that you killed."

He then shuffled a little, getting a bit more straight with his posture. "Then again, I wouldn't blame you. It was either get stabbed to death by a bayonet or not. How are things here? They treating you alright at least?" He said, raising a brow. He already knew the answer to that question. But he asked it anyways.

| [member="Shoden Moz"] | [member="Asajj Novar"] |
 
So this is what they looked like under the armor. It wasn't common for soldiers to see each other's faces now, and it made the sight of the unmasked enemy all the more shocking. Lauri's mind was quick to bring up the memories of the siege, watching his men die, before gunning down hose he could. The screams had haunted him every night. He swallowed hard and took a moment before speaking.

"I think you know how I'm being treated. It is a prisoner of war camp. A Sith one, at that."

The lieutenant hadn't bothered to say his rank. His eyes met those of the man who had captured him. A glare of hatred mixed with respect. He had gotten the best of Lauri, and for that the Commenori respected him. But at the same time, how many of Lauri's own men had he killed? How many had the doomed forces defending that tranch taken with them?


"Who are you? Why are you talking to me now?"

[member="Anden Fancelo"]
[member="Shoden Moz"]
[member="Asajj Novar"]
 

Shoden Moz

Lady Mischief of Nordel
Right then, how did you stop a speeder? She fumbled with the controls a bit while [member="Asajj Novar"] spoke, sort of getting the vehicle to swerve off to the side before managing to 'park' it among the rocks. Of course it felt like the thing had spun way the heck out, but fortunately that was only the feeling and sensation of it. The reality was far more benign wasn't it... though such musings were left behind for Shoden as she turned the speeder's stereo off and powered it down. "Well, if Dad was here he'd set a meticulously planned chain of explosions across the wall to distract everyone before kicking down the front door, somehow. Probably anyways. Since I don't have that many explosives with me we should probably try to get around it instead of through it..."

She got out of the speeder and peered out from behind some rocks towards the prison. They were just close enough to observe without being too risky, and had plenty of view of the prison walls. "I don't really see a chink in the wall. If I had rope and a hook I could probably climb the wall pretty easily but that's more of a holofilm thing isn't it?"

[member="Lauri Törni"] :|: [member="Anden Fancelo"]
 
For [member="Shoden Moz"] and [member="Asajj Novar"] , they could see that the walls could possibly be scaled, but there were some towers surveying the area with searchlights outside. Meaning they'd have to avoid them in order to maintain stealth. If one of the two were to focus on the wall, they'd find one guard walking about on the pathway beside the top of the wall. They'd had to do something to him if they were to scale it.

As time went by, a distant hum of the engine of a large speeder was coming close. A cargo speeder, loaded with crates and such within. Perhaps they can hitch a ride there and slide right in, if done correctly.

Timing was on their side and on their convenience, as opportunities have risen for the two.




Anden Fancelo
Etti IV, Amerax Prison, Visiting Room A7
With: [member="Lauri Törni"]
He took heed of the commenori's words. Noticing that he didn't even answer Fancelo's question. He let out a pause before he would respond.

"I guess prisoner abuse is routine here. Guess the Empire's more relentless than you'd expect them to be."

He then rubbed his thumb against the side of his index finger as it rested on the cold table, his eyes resting onto Lauri. "I'm Lie-..." He paused again, taking in a deep breath and just gazing to the side, as if re-evaluating himself. Rank didn't matter here. He wasn't in uniform anyways. Might as well act like it. "I'm Anden Fancelo. The guy that got you and whoever in your team is left. I came here, looking for... I dunno." He'd reach into a bag that was on the floor. "Perspective. Cause I don't agree with the Empire one hundred percent, especially with the way they left one of your cities. I just want to hear what you think of it, I guess." He took out whatever he was surveying for in the bag, taking out a wrapped up sandwich and offering it to Lauri. "Freshly zapped, from some diner." He said calmly, awaiting the commenori's answer.
 

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