The slot machines in a place such as this smoke filled gaming center Jennifer sat in reminded her of home. The constant sounds from the wheels in the machines turning and flashing, joined by the occasional jingle and curse when someone lost. Even a somewhat happier tune was heard from time to time when someone won, even though that happened very rarely indeed and when it finally happened; it wasn’t the largest sums of credits in the world that poured from the rigged machines. Obviously however, the other patrons in the smoke choking room thought differently. At least judging from their clothes and hygiene they weren’t the best paid folks the galaxy had to offer.
Jennifer didn’t seem to mind terribly much though, blending into the crowd while still maintaining some of her punk glamor. She was sitting and absentmindedly staring onto the screen of the slot machine she sat in front of while simultaneously taking long drags from the home rolled cigarette that hung from her lips and besides her, a young couple sat. Obviously, she was not trying to pry on their conversation, but it proved difficult when the couple constantly talked rather loudly with each other and even more so when they suddenly broke into a cheerful whine that was quickly followed by the cheerful jingle from the slot machine they shared a spot in front of. It didn’t take a long time for them to scrape together the twenty or so credit chips they had just won in furious ecstasy as the chips with a clanging metallic sound fell out of the machine.
It was hard to gauge their age from their appearance alone, perhaps a bit older than Jennifer herself? It was hard to make out both due to the obscuring mist of tobacco and spice smoke that lured in the poor ventilated room, but also due to the fact that their faces carried glaring signs of previous, or still ongoing drug abuse. It aged and changed people. Unless of course you had regular checks at the Doctor….
“We can have a feast today!” The boy said with a satisfied grin as Jennifer almost unnoticed by even herself had turned in her chair to look towards the two. “Like what?” The girl who was now leaning in over the slot machine said, taking a drag from a deathstick afterwards as she counted the credits her and the boy had gathered “Coruscantian Barbecue? We haven’t had that in a long while.” “Nah not barbecue. Too greasy.” “Like what then?” “Well, think of something.” “Do the thinking yourself…”
Jennifer exhaled out through her nose in what could appear as a very mild chuckle, and a lazy one at that as she stood from her seat, her hand gripping tightly around a large amount credit chip in her pocket as she looked towards the two who had now also noticed her. They had started talking to her, a bit aggressively as well. Perhaps it was fear, or her stupid drowsy glance who knew, nonetheless Jen’s grip around the credit softened a bit as she turned on her feet, ignoring a cruel word or two from the couple as she slowly started to trudge out of room and out onto the busy streets of Taris’ underworld. For a moment, she had considered handing over the credit chip. But nah…. She would need an extra bottle of liquor to make it through tonight’s- no the next many month long mission. It was… Crucial. She for one had no intention of staying in a place such as this.
Since the accident had happened that had resulted in a hectic assault from various authorities, Jennifer had been stranded on Taris. Without direct and trust worthy connections, nor a way to securely track up her belongings or credits she was officially stuck here. From what Jennifer had gathered over the last months since the accident at least two of those she had been traveling with when it happened had been caught by the authorities and put into some sort of security installment. Lysle and Isaac, both captured and fact was from what she had gathered that they hadn’t been caught together. What had happened to Lurcano she did not know, but so far, she had caught no glimpses of him on the HoloNet. Which she supposed was a good thing, but soon he would need to reveal himself. Perhaps sooner than expected.
The creaking metal door to the apartment Jennifer had bought on Taris was heard sliding open, allowing the soulless light of the hallway to shine into it for just a second as she with haste made her way inside and secured the electronic lock behind her, turning on the dim greenish light the apartment had to offer a second after. She navigated her way past a large table upon where a small gathering of odd-looking droids sat. Some still missing components here and there and she continued her way past a large couch that seemed to double as a bed judging from the blankets and pillows in it. She tossed the backpack she had been carrying along onto a large and rather out of place wooden table. It was luxurious and perhaps even more expensive than the apartment itself, it was furniture fit for a luxurious hotel, that was certain. She booted up the gathering of various computer and data components that was wired onto the table in somewhat of a mess and opened the backpack.
Other than, the basic necessaries such as alcohol, some sort of food and impulsively bought snacks an I.D card of sorts were in the mix. Belonging to an officer of the law. Low ranking officer, sure, and the card was old as well, but it would serve its purpose just fine… Four months, Three days, two bottles of vodka and a poop load of cigarettes and soda later it was done and even though Jennifer didn’t knew the results of what she had done and probably wouldn’t until in a few months, she was sure, something had went right.
After having gained access to rudimentary functions on the Holo server through the illegally bought I.D card she had finally figured out which prisons Lysle and Isaac had been placed in. Through knowing this she had given each prison a few virtual jabs in order to try to gauge at their security and Jen found her target as the one Isaac had been placed in. Wasn’t as secure on the Holo as the other, that was certain. She had to play it careful, so even though it did sound lovely to just release Isaac through fake orders it wouldn’t hold up in theory, nor practice. So instead, she had attempted to establish contact with him. Simply messages from various guards around the complex that they had been told by other guards to deliver to Isaac. To the person who delivered it would make little sense, it would be incoherent and would probably even be funny. However, if all the messages were heard it would to a creative and perhaps just a bit abstract mind start to make somewhat sense.
Carefully Jennifer monitored their progress for months, finding the reports mentioning Isaac grow steadily in numbers on the Antar IV complex’s holo-server. And exactly as expected, soon proposals for how to handle the complications that this “new” prisoner constantly brought up was discussed and a few clicks, fake messages and impersonated accounts later the idea of transferring him to a higher security prison was brought up. It fitted perfectly since a prison carrier would pass the Broadlands Antar IV prison for the first time in twenty months. But a luck it would even land a day after the initial proposed day prison transfer day, it couldn’t fit better. Now could it?
So what part did Isaac play in this scheme that would allow him to join up with Lysle and thereby have a better chance of escaping the prisons? Well, he just had to make sure he came onto that transport, with the easiest way being to cause… Well, chaos.
