Mission Absolution [Dark Empire]

[Spindle]

Objective 1 | The "Prisoner"
Location: Coruscant, inbound shuttle
Tags: Corlys Skirata | Darth Saevius | Joseph Torson | Alexander Garrick | Open

"And you'll play it to perfection, I'm sure." An out-of-tune chuckle reverberated from her gaunt chest as she responded to the metallic voice, followed by a smile of all teeth, too many teeth at that. The last few months had been drearily boring and far too quiet for the Nagai's tastes. All work and not nearly enough banter left Spindle in a particularly playful mood.

Dreadfully long fingers ran through her hair, giving it a good shake to further sell the haggard, unkempt image. "Lovely," she drawled, responding to Torson. "I do love exceeding expectations. Now would someone be a dear and tighten these?" She held out her wrists. As they were, the manacles would slip and slide all too easily. And that simply wouldn't do.

Banter died down to focused silence as the ship dropped down to its destination. Her shoulders hunched, an amused twinkle in her eyes fading to a glare as the ramp lowered. Showtime. She lurched forward with the escort, waiting a beat or two to further sell the illusion of her captivity.

Right on cue, the Nagai barked a cackle. "No no, take your time," she hissed, shuddering in her restraints, practically throwing herself at one of the escorts in a maddened attempt at escape. Surely that was enough of a hubbub, right?

 

[Darth Ira]

Wearing: Outfit, Lightsaber | Location: Communications Relay Platform XH626-9, Coruscant
Tag: OPEN​

The shuttle ride through the expansive skies of Coruscant was a serene journey, the hum of the engines providing a soothing backdrop to Ira's contemplation. Through the viewport, the towering skyscrapers of the city-planet stretched endlessly, their lights twinkling like distant stars against the darkening sky. As they neared their designated landing platform, Ira's anticipation simmered beneath her calm exterior.

With a graceful rise from her seat, Ira's presence commanded attention as the shuttle settled smoothly onto the platform. The ramp descended with a metallic clang, echoing in the vastness of the landing area. Stepping onto the durasteel surface, Ira's armored boots resonated with each measured step, a symphony of purpose in the bustling environment. Beneath the shadow of her hooded cloak, Ira's gaze swept across the landing platform, taking in the sights and sounds of Coruscant's industrial heart. The air was alive with the hum of machinery and the occasional blare of distant sirens, a testament to the ceaseless activity of the planet-wide metropolis. Yet, despite the constant motion, there was an eerie stillness in the lack of guards and the sparse presence of droids.

Intrigued by the unusual absence of security, Ira's lips curled into a smirk, her mind already calculating the possibilities that lay ahead. The thrill of anticipation coursed through her veins, a silent promise of excitement amidst the mundane. She would enjoy every moment of devastation, and every chaotic second would fuel her. She put thought briefly to what she intended to do, her smirk curling into a sneer as she envisioned the raging fires, the screaming civilians, and the overwhelming destruction she intended to cause.

With deliberate strides, Ira advanced towards the imposing gates that stood sentinel before her objective. Each step carried her closer to the heart of her mission, a relentless force of determination in the face of uncertainty. As she approached the barriers, her senses heightened, attuned to the subtlest shifts in the environment. She would make a spectacle of this, one way or another. Perhaps as a show of Force, or just her outright hatred for the Alliance and the arrogant Jedi.

 

[Thomas Barran]

3rd Post

-A PRELUDE TO TERROR-

THE_BLOODHOUND
GREAT KHAN OF THE SCAR HOUNDS
WARLORD OF RHIGAR & MAR'ZAMBUL
DIVINE CHAMPION OF MOTHER REBIRTH

Tags: Zinn Zinn Bink'sa Sahar Nekana Quane Keilara Kala'myr Maestus

AT THE PRECIPICE I: REDACTED PRISON BLUES - PART 3

GEN POP-4, [REDACTED] PRISON,
GALACTIC CITY, CORUSCANT (901 ABY)

Well, can't blame a man for trying.... Loud it is then.
​

Though not for the lack of consideration, as Bink'sa was hoping at least one of the nearest guards had gear that fitted his muscular frame, there was nothing else for it but to run for the guards at the tower's entrance, timing their rush as soon as the armed muscle had their backs turned again. It was a shame that none of the guards nearby (or back nearer their hallway for that matter) trained enough in their lives to warrant the largest-possible outfit sizes, but it mattered little with the plan the year-long cellmates had devised on the fly - as their quiet patience allowed eyes and ears to notice what otherwise would have ruined their chances of succeeding at the halfway point.

The watchmen at the door were sloppy, and to the grandest of hubristic extremes.

Overhearing the broadcaster's jingle on their Holonet terminal's in-built speaker, tinny though it was, this was all that Thomas and Zinn Zinn needed to agree on the same idea. As soon as the broadcast drew the guards away from their wide view of the yard behind them, the unlikely duo would close the gap between them and strike accordingly, coincidentally easy whilst wearing the prison-appointed slippers the warden dared to call shoes. Though for some reason, it was all that Barran could think about; the ease with which they had used these slider-slipper abominations to sprint and jump hither and yon unnoticed, even as the Bombad Sith's own were seen drop-kicking the guard on the left, the one-eyed Woad couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of prison-clothing playing to their advantage.

But despite the sudden silly realisation, a bone-crunching headbutt would meet with the other guard's skull all the same.

'Sorry, Zinn Zinn. Never mind.'

As much as Barran wished to hang back for the sake of a good banter and such, and then more than ever, the Bloodhound needed to focus a little more, ensuring his own part was successful in the daring escape itself despite the urge to celebrate early. There was much to celebrate by then, especially in seeing how savagely violent his Gungan friend could be in the right setting, along with all the ground they had covered together already, but the creeping habit of complacency would once again fall short against the plan's growing, active momentum.

'We fight our way to the top, mate. An' mind,"Control the tower, control everything!".... Three - two - one-'

The door creaked open slowly, and still - the ground-floor personnel were apathetically ignorant of the approaching threats.

'Oh, I'm sorry.... Got nothin' better to do? Well, rest assured - we can fix that!'

​

Before long the challenge was duly accepted by the slow-reacting, almost-disbelieving personnel, all filing out through the same door to the guardroom station within, though the two unshackled inmates were already viciously setting upon the first few, moving on before long to reach the rest at their one-and-only exit. Made all the worse for the ground-floor defence in the midst of facing a shock-inducing advance, though it would have stood a slightly-better chance if they had not been so careless as to leave the guardroom door swung wide open behind them, a mistake that would cost them all dearly within the span of a minute. Even when their reinforcements descended from the tower's higher echelons to face their attackers, the damage was already done, and with every last one of their colleagues slain before and beyond the guardroom door, the paired renegades would be covered in the blood of complacent prison-guards by the time the reinforcements arrived.

However, unlike those slain just moments before, the second wave of tower-defence would be countering in the open from the start, with positions exposed to the extreme of compromisation at every shadowy corner. Such darkness of which both escapees were using to their own advantage by then, and before long both inmates would lunge from the shadows, mauling all the tower's remaining guards until the only remaining sound was their own breathing-patterns; but then, distant comm-network chatter was heard echoing out from the control-room, echoing all the way down from the top floor as if to tempt the blood-covered inmates upstairs. And yet, as much as Barran wished to hang around, and as much for the sake of his friend's moment of chaotic glory as it was for the fun Bink'sa would have up there, the window of opportunity for the plan's next phase was constricting ever smaller with every passing second.

​

'Remember - control the tower, control everything! I'll be back as soon as I can, but for now, good luck - an' have yersel some fun while yer at it!'

 

[Zinn Zinn Bink'sa]

Location: Coruscant, Prison, Control Tower
Tags: Sahar Thomas Barran Nekana Quane Keilara Kala'myr

The crazed Gungan loved how the guard's neck went limp in his grasp. As soon as he felt no signs of life. Getting hold of the keys he would look to Tommy, and was crazy enough to flash him a tongue-sticking out thumbs up. "Yessssssth Wesa gonna get outta heres." He would say as the door would open. The pair would step out, with Zinn Zinn eagerly flexing his ripped physique in a moment of boasting. It was just the two of them, with a complex full of guards and prisoners. It was clear that while Zinn Zinn was taking the moment to relish his newfound freedom, before he would turn back to his cellie. At first Tommy thought it would be a good idea to possibly take the stealth route, blending in by taking the uniforms of the dead guards to sneak into the tower. As much of a good idea that seemed to follow, Tommy would look back to Zinn Zinn and shake his head towards the Gungan's chiseled physique. "Ohh, Okiday. Was worth a tries a least." The Gungan would say as he followed the Bloodhound forward past the cells.

The guards would know of the pair newly free murderous maniacs loose. Zinn Zinn stuck close behind his cellmate, for they intended to fight their way out. Tommy seemed to think so at least. The bloodhound was crazy enough for the two to fight all the way to the guard tower. Luckily he was with the right crazed Gungan to do it. Zinn Zinn followed closely behind. The tension was high, and it seemed hopeless that either of the two could win against so many guards, but what choice did they have? It was either this or go back to rotting in a cage.

Zinn Zinn would follow closely behind Tommy, and when the doors past the cells, and on the way towards the guard tower opened Tommy was gunning straight towards the tower. Zinn Zinn would beat on his chest wildly as he ran after his battle brother. The duo would go straight towards groups of guards, as the muscle bound Gungan would start to grab the guards. The guards screamed as he hung them over the rails as he dropped them. If he wasn't throwing guards. The pair of battle brothers carving a path of destruction across all of the guards that stood shaken to the core at what they dealing with. "Big crunchies! Big falls lead to big crunchies." He would say as he looked down to his handiwork, while Tommy led the way into the control room. Zinn Zinn would follow close behind, as he wanted to get out as soon as he could.

"Oooo all these sparkly, glowy buttons!" Zinn Zinn would remark as he followed Tommy into the control room. He was left alone to see various screens and panels. He looked over to the panels as he looked back to his friend. "Okidays my palo. Go and lay some of the ouch time... Wesa is frees soon!" Zinn Zinn would give a nod of respect to his friend. "May your survival be long, and your deaths swifties." He would say as if giving his friend a word of luck as he would go back to the center of the panels.

"Uhhh okiday what does mesa do??" He would say as he looked to the screens of the various cellblocks. "Uhhh... Uhhh... Uhhh...." He would say his tiny brain was being overwhelmed with the various buttons that glowed, and most of the writing in basic that he couldn't fully comprehend. "Pushy pushy open... OPEN!!!" He yelled out in his crazed ramblings as he started to press all the buttons. He would start pressing random buttons all over the console. One would start sparking the alarm causing him to panic. All across the prison, from gen pop to the maximum security wings, cell doors would open, and restraints would open up. All because of the actions of one coked out Gungan.

Suddenly there was a quiet. Lights were flashing and Zinn Zinn would lean into the mic. "This is Zinn Zinn Binks'a all doorsies are open..." He cringed a little at the echo of his voice over the intercomm. "All the doorsies are open. Wesa out here been slavin, wesa been breakin our backs and for what?!?! To be mobbed, and crunched by the big boomers that enslave us? No!! Wesa gonna die, so you wanna die on your feet, or being caged like a big goober fish. Runsss, fight, kill all you have to. You find someones confuzzled, yousa help them. If we fightin as half as hard as wesa been locked up by these boomers wesa gonna get out of here. There is one way out! Fights, runs, help ones out and we will all be home. Either die fightings, or die left to rot. Gosa! Gosa One Way Out!!! One Way Out!!! ONE WAY OUT!!!!" He would say as he stepped away from the comm. His heart was beating out of his chest. He would say as there was a pause. The tension ready to release in a violent crescendo.

 

[Onrai]

Low Planetary Orbit, over Coruscant Prison Control Tower
Tags: Zinn Zinn Bink'sa Thomas Barran

For but a moment to those on the ground, a small star, perhaps what appeared to be nothing more than the gleam of a starship taking off, softly flared through the otherwise clear sky before having quickly dissipated. Hovering within the void of space was a cube, somewhat tarnished but coated with scales that protected the amorphous and otherwise unidentifiable flesh beneath. Smaller tendrils seemed to waft over the surface, defying and decrying the reality, or lack thereof, of what existed. A facet of the cube formed features, practically facelike in shape, as the enigmatic object turned to look down upon the world.

Upon the chaos that was occurring.

Thoughts briefly traveled through whatever consciousness the cube possessed. Mortals at conflict, like red and black ants. Some souls sympathetic, others foolishly clinging to their sense of order within the so-called Galactic Alliance. Order within a carcass was doomed to inevitable decay, to the consumption of its remains into something better. The order it had established was far superior to that which these insects called a galactic superpower.

Thus the cube began to descend rather quickly towards the surface, propelled by whatever unholy energies had maintained it. Through whatever means it had available, it sent a message targeted specifically at the control tower. A deliberate communication, transmitted audibly albeit garbled, would be heard through the comm tower.

"̶D̵o̸e̷s̴ ̷s̸o̵m̵e̸o̸n̴e̵ ̵n̸e̸e̵d̶ ̴t̶o̶ ̵e̵s̷c̸a̴p̷e̸ ̴t̸h̷i̶s̷ ̷p̸l̸a̷c̷e̴?̷"̶

Spoiler

 

[Kurineth Cull]

LOCATION: Coruscant Prison, Control Tower
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
WEAPONS: Phase-knife
TAGS: Onrai Zinn Zinn Bink'sa Thomas Barran

There were a great many things a being could ignore in the wider galaxy. A meteor storm, even certain astrological events that threatened entire systems. But for this one being in particular, she couldn't very well ignore the movements her teacher made. Being even remotely tied to her had in some ways made her more keenly aware of the others movement. Their interest in galactic events unfolding drawing the far and away attention of the younger being from her current fancy.

Their momentary bond had not extended beyond much, but it had been enough to form something of a limited mental connection. Usually something Kurineth pushed aside as she made her own way through the galaxy.

She wasn't going to nitpick the why or how at the moment however, ripping apart the seems of how and why like a burning maw. It rippled and flexed agaisnt the cut, showing her a place to latch onto the cube that descended upon the world. The torn seam healing itself as if it had never been while Kurineth heaved with flagging energy and drained life force from the sudden influx of fighting below them. Noting the craft forming a signal to reach out to someone within the complex they were headed towards as her amorphous form stared around them. Little more than a shade once more riding on the skirts of a greater being as she drew in energy.

The delicious blend of emotions in the complex beneath them however drew her attention away from staring around the vessel. Growing in violence and fear as the alarms of the complex flared and sang beneath them.

One presence in particular sparking a chaotic line amongst those present still. A thrumming of distaste among those with ire pointed at the beings so violently inclined to the taste of possible freedom on their mind at the end of the speech as Kurineth turned inward, focusing her remaining energy in case she needed to jump earlier than expected.

Her attention directed to the other now, she finally spoke after so suddenly hitching a ride as she had done once before.

W̶̊h̵̀o̵ ̵̩̇r̵̼̉e̶͌q̶uï̸̔r̴e̷̥͘s̶̊ a̴͌s̶̑s̷i̵s̶͇̔t̵̛̒an̵c̸ĕ̵?̸ Her thoughts directly transfered to the other being as she turned her attention outward once more, fixing her stare at the life force of the being who had enticed so much emotion inside the prison.

 

[Keilara Kala'myr]

Objective: Find her way to Tommy
Location: Secret Prison Facility, Coruscant
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Assault Rifle | 2x Sunfury Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger | 2x Riftblades | Promise of Freedom | Ring of Wishes and Dreams || Cloaking Device | 5x ASBF Probe Droid || OPBC-01m
Tags: Thomas Barran | Zinn Zinn Bink'sa | Onrai | Nekana Quane | Kurineth Cull | Maestus | Open

[ Come back… ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
Keilara Kala'myr | Mercy | Ziare Dyarron | Freedom​

With hurried steps, I caught up behind the guards who had gone inside after the explosion. Meanwhile MANIAC was projecting on my retina where Tommy was and how to get there, showing me the corridors and staircases. I wasn't that far away from him anymore. As I passed behind the guards, I remembered for a moment how long it had been since I last killed a living creature. Since the end of the Second Great Hyperspace War, I had not engaged in any combat in Realspace, nor had I killed any sentient lifeform that was alive. The last person I killed in this dimension was an agent of Tu'teggacha. Then I killed Tu'teggacha afterwards, but that was in Otherworld or Otherspace. I'm not sure.

Since then I've only killed demons or Nether creatures, and they weren't like the ones here. For a few moments I felt the urge to kill the guards again, just to take my anger out on them. It took almost all my willpower not to do it. And one mental scream would have been enough to do it. Even though I hadn't aged physically, for me it had been years, a little over two decades, even if the children were less and they were now teenagers. I've had time to train and improve, not only in terms of physical combat, but also in terms of my mental abilities. Sometimes it can be advantageous to live in the "middle" of a city of a telepathic species.

And it was always good to vent anger in some way. And for that, a mental scream would have been appropriate. Quite a few would have died, guards and prisoners alike. Like when our own people tried to separate me from Asher's metal body and brain after the Tython's event on the ship. As I reached out with my telepathic powers to roughly survey the place and get a feel for how much consciousness might be here, there were a lot of people. I was already focused on Tommy's mind, as he was easy to find, and I could sense that there were more and more people around him. Which I wasn't happy about, so it wouldn't be as good of a surprise. By this time I was inside the prison and had reached the dark corridors.

Some of the guards had trouble seeing, as did the escaping prisoners, among whom there was a shootout and a fight, and I just kept walking, silently, gracefully in the right direction. I switched on the night vision function on my armour helmet, so the darkness didn't hinder me. However, in some places there were guards or prisoners blocking the corridor or the door. For a moment I flinched, because I hated being hindered in my task. With my telepathic power I reached into their minds; it was not difficult, they were simple humans or other beings without any mental protection. Then, as if with my hand, I took their brains in a circle and twisted them; thus I struck them with a mental attack.

A stroke; at least that is what the medical expert will say when he examines them. Their eyes, ears, noses and mouths were bleeding as they collapsed to the ground holding their heads. Although there were some who didn't even have time for that. It felt good; I just stepped over their bodies and moved on. Soon I passed through this building and came out onto a courtyard or some kind of passage between two buildings. Here again I hurried on, in a shaded area, not running. In an open country, even the best cloaking device will be visible if you run with it. I learnt this a long time ago and now instinctively look for shadier places and where I can run under cover.

After a few minutes I arrived at the tower, or rather its entrance. I was under no illusions that this was not the ground floor and that the tower even goes up and down. But I had to go up from here, that's where I felt Thomas Barran. I didn't know whether these outbuildings had separate generators that MANIAC couldn't neutralise, so I quickly took advantage of the fact that the door was still open to get into the building. I took one last deep breath and then headed up the tower in the direction from which I could sense Thomas's mind and those who were there with him…

 

[Sahar]

Sahar|CLASSIFIED CELL|Lost
Ignacious Korvan Thomas Barran Nekana Quane Zinn Zinn Bink'sa ​

The bright lights of the cell abruptly went out and plunged the whole block into abject darkness; the Kandaran woman stared up at the camera, pointing down at her with a hint of mild confusion. Was this some drill? A means of terrorising the inmates? Back then, they didn't do such frivolities in the old black sites that the knights maintained. Sahar preferred to intimidate inmates in a much more direct manner.

She sighed and turned to go back to her bed.

Clink.

Sahar turned around with a raised eyebrow as the cell door abruptly broke open.

Curiosity turned to amusement.

She slinked down in a low crouch adjacent to her cell bed, quietly reaching for her shiv underneath and hiding it just behind her back as she crept to the door. The guards' confused remarks outside and the distant sound of chaos and shouting aided her in getting close to the door. After all, they were too busy trying to figure out what was going on and calm down the multitude of other inmates now slowly making their way out of their cells.

"We lost contact with the central command? What the hell is going on? Is it terrorists? Criminals? Answer me, Jann?!"

The guard frantically called into his commlink, pacing back and down the corridor, as his friend pointed his blaster at the open cell doors and inmates who began to move out and crowd the corridor. He failed to take note of the Kandaran as Sahar yanked his hand away from his comm and drove the shiv into his wrist before ripping it out and jamming it repeatedly in his neck.

"F*ck"

The other guard turned his attention to her and fired frantically, the bolts hitting the ceiling above the knight sending sparks and smoke everywhere as she rushed in and tackled the guard to the floor.

"I've... been waiting so long for this you rodent."

She clenched her teeth, feeling a twitch of excitement as the feeling of being free drew finally near. The guard below squirmed under her grip as she repeatedly punched him to make him stay still breaking his nose. The other prisoners picked up the blasters of the guards and moved to watch for more.

"I'm gonna need your clearance card, I want my...stuff back."

Sahar grabbed his clearance card out of his pocket and his stun baton for good measure; in the distance, the sound of fighting gradually grew louder as the more violent prisoners began overpowering the guards and taking control of many of the blocks. She looked up at the zeltron woman and nodded before pointing at the door ahead as she threw the guards spare blaster pistol for her. She turned her attention back to the guard as she lifted his head up with her hands around his jaw and neck gently.

"No hard feelings."

With force, she broke his neck swiftly before rising from his body and moving over to Nekana Quane .

"Let's get out; I wanna find my armour and saber and leave; it's probably still in that-."

A familiar annoying voice cut her short, causing the knight to recoil in disgust.

"All the doorsies are open. Wesa out here been slavin, wesa been breakin our backs and for what?!?! To be mobbed, and crunched by the big boomers that enslave us? No!! Wesa gonna die, so you wanna die on your feet, or being caged like a big goober fish. Runsss, fight, kill all you have to. You find someones confuzzled, yousa help them. If we fightin as half as hard as wesa been locked up by these boomers wesa gonna get out of here. There is one way out! Fights, runs, help ones out and we will all be home. Either die fightings, or die left to rot. Gosa! Gosa One Way Out!!! One Way Out!!! ONE WAY OUT!!!!"

Not that f*cking Gungan...

 

[Darth Saevius]

Objective: I - Infiltration
Location: Coruscant - in-bound shuttle
Tags: Corlys Skirata | Spindle | Joseph Torson | Alexander Garrick | [OPEN]

Right on cue, the Nagai barked a cackle. "No no, take your time," she hissed, shuddering in her restraints, practically throwing herself at one of the escorts in a maddened attempt at escape. Surely that was enough of a hubbub, right?

Immediately upon lurching, ‘The Droid’ reached out with his cold and unforgiving grasp and pulled on the collar of the female prisoner. His vice grip would be enough to sell the fabrication, and probably earn no insignificant level of scolding when this was all over. “You will comply.” was all he said, doing his best to sound intimidating and monotone as he did so. That would probably earn him a scolding too.

It was apparently enough to convince the deck officer, who motioned for the group to follow him. The small group entered through the main entrance of the prison, where a sally port led into the prison proper. The guard used his access card to open the sally port, which opened to a small detention room with yet another sally port on the opposite wall. He motioned for the small holding cage to the side. Just as he did so however, the entire facility shook violently, with the lights flickering until shutting off. The red glow of emergency lights came to life, and within an instant - the group acted. Crimson light surged from Saevius’ lightsaber as it was quickly drawn from its hiding spot, cutting down the officer who stood at his side. Corlys and company dropped the other two guards, which allowed Saevius the time to release Spindle from her bonds. “You play crazy well, for what’s it's worth...” He tossed her lightsaber to her.

Corlys, for his part, checked his carbine and reached down to grab the access card of the officer. It was a useless gesture, as soon the sally port opened - along with what seemed to be every damned gate in the facility.

Hardly a second had passed for them all to give into puzzlement before a loud voice echoed over the speakers:

"All the doorsies are open. Wesa out here been slavin, wesa been breakin our backs and for what?!?! To be mobbed, and crunched by the big boomers that enslave us? No!! Wesa gonna die, so you wanna die on your feet, or being caged like a big goober fish. Runsss, fight, kill all you have to. You find someones confuzzled, yousa help them. If we fightin as half as hard as wesa been locked up by these boomers wesa gonna get out of here. There is one way out! Fights, runs, help ones out and we will all be home. Either die fightings, or die left to rot. Gosa! Gosa One Way Out!!! One Way Out!!! ONE WAY OUT!!!!"

“How quaint...” Saevius remarked, with a small tone of amusement bleeding through the speakers of his chassis.

“Right...” Corlys responded before coming to his senses. “Let’s move - fast and easy. Eliminate anyone who is in your way, but let’s not get too blood thirsty. Let’s move out!”

 

[Nekana Quane]

IN THE CLINK

SuperMax Prison Facility
Galactic City, Coruscant
→ Escaping with: Sahar
→ Other Prisoners: Thomas Barran • Zinn Zinn Bink'sa
→ Other Allies?: Corlys Skirata • Maestus • Keilara Kala'myr
Darth Saevius • Joseph Torson • Alexander Garrick • Spindle • Kurineth Cull
→ Opposition: Rann Thress

The abrupt darkness made her eyes flick open, drawing the half-Zeltron out of her meditation when the ceaseless illumination on the other side of her eyelids died out. After a scant moment of confusion, familiarity sunk in: either there was some power failure, or the cut had been deliberate. The thought made her tense, for the last time such a thing happened she had ended up here, and she had no real ability to see in thick darkness any more than most near-humans.

When the electronic lock clicked and her cell door yawned open, she cautiously approached the egress and observed, surreptitiously peering around the edge of the threshold, watching as other inmates made their way out. Listening to the confusion of the guards, and tasting their growing panic. Then Nekana saw the Imperial as she approached the frantic guard. Her lips curled and she slunk out of her own cell as the attention of the guards centered on the dark-haired woman; the currently pink-skinned woman opted to watch her instead, a decision that rewarded her with a display she’d often only seen out of enforcers and thugs.

“Beautiful.”

‘Kana caught the blaster Sahar tossed her way, and checked the charge; full up, these weren’t often used here. She’d used her fair share of blasters, the underworld was rife with it, but she had her preferences. This, however, would do.

“Yeah, let’s…”

Then the speakers across the entire prison complex came alive with the sound of the last thing she could possibly expect to hear, and seeing the disgust bloom across Sahar’s face caused the former Black Sun woman to suppress a blip of a laugh. That spiced-up nutter?! Was this his idea? She couldn’t keep the dark humour out of her voice, however.

“...well, you heard him," Kana tipped her chin at the exit, "You can kill him later if you want to."

No hard feelings.

"I'll even watch."

 

[Thomas Barran]

4th Post

-A PRELUDE TO TERROR-

THE_BLOODHOUND
GREAT KHAN OF THE SCAR HOUNDS
WARLORD OF RHIGAR & MAR'ZAMBUL
DIVINE CHAMPION OF MOTHER REBIRTH

Tags: Zinn Zinn Bink'sa Sahar Nekana Quane Keilara Kala'myr Maestus
Onrai Kurineth Cull

AT THE PRECIPICE I: REDACTED PRISON BLUES - PART 4

GEN POP-4, [REDACTED] PRISON,
GALACTIC CITY, CORUSCANT (901 ABY)

<"All the doorsies are open. Wesa out here been slavin, wesa been breakin our backs and for what?!?! To be mobbed, and crunched by the big boomers that enslave us? No!! Wesa gonna die, so you wanna die on your feet, or being caged like a big goober fish. Runsss, fight, kill all you have to. You find someones confuzzled, yousa help them. If we fightin as half as hard as wesa been locked up by these boomers wesa gonna get out of here. There is one way out! Fights, runs, help ones out and we will all be home. Either die fightings, or die left to rot. Gosa! Gosa One Way Out!!! One Way Out!!! ONE WAY OUT!!!!">

Not bad, Brother Zinn Zinn.... Not bad at all.
​

After hearing (what could very well have been-) the greatest Gungan speech ever over the prison's intercom-system, or at least the greatest the one-eyed Woad ever hear in both his lives, Thomas was quick to overhear the riots flaring up in both cellhouses, chuckling to himself with an approval he wasn't quite expecting to express in these moments. Almost as if the very meaning of Chaos itself was coming back to find him, Barran was almost shocked that he'd find that feeling again with the likes of Bink'sa considered, but after further consideration in his approach to the Supermax building's main entrance, it all began to make a little more sense before he had even made it halfway across the western sector of the open yard.

But then, just as soon as the Bloodhound found his running-momentum, he was stopped in his tracks by the sudden cutting of the prison's primary power-source, drenching the entire complex in complete darkness for a moment; even after the backup-power generator was heard whirring and roaring into life somewhere behind him, the lights and locks remained inactive, and for long enough that the rioting consequently seemed to crescendo to entirely new extremes. It was mayhem enough before when Zinn Zinn was just pressing buttons to find the right one, and on this Thomas relied from the start, but with the sudden cutting of the power, it was dawning on the Bloodhound then that the Warden had more than just his fair shares of malcontents to contend with.

Gatecrashers were attending the party - and there was nothing the guards nor the surrounding areas could do about it.

~=D̵o̸e̷s̴ ̷s̸o̵m̵e̸o̸n̴e̵ ̵n̸e̸e̵d̶ ̴t̶o̶ ̵e̵s̷c̸a̴p̷e̸ ̴t̸h̷i̶s̷ ̷p̸l̸a̷c̷e̴?=~​

'What the kark is th-?', Thomas muttered in curiosity to himself, catching a glimpse of the descending cube of tendrils from his one good eye, but then the sight of one of the prison's intruder's caught the periphery in the following seconds. Though fortunately for Barran, this was a face he recognised as one who fought for his cause before, exclaiming,'Hey, Cull! I've got this one - jus' wait in the tower for now!', as he stepped forth to make himself visible to the approaching, affiliated entity. Yelling to account for distance, the Bloodhound then waved his hands overhead and bellowed,'HEY!!!! HEEEEEYYYY!!!! DOWN HERE - YES, TO ME!!!! TO MEEEE!!!!', stepping closer despite the remaining sense of tentative unease around such an unknown entity, as he somehow knew the creature (or it's creator) on a subconscious level.

Knowing it's magic, but only by reputation.

'We're covered down below, but the authorities will be on our backs from the moment we break out, so I ask - think you can hold 'em off for us? Clear the way beyond the gates, something like that?'

​

With nothing else to ask on the matter, the Bloodhound awaited his answer, though as for a vocal response, apparently none would be needed this time. The creature knew the assignment, and had chosen to answer in action, as opposed to the pre-emptive action of verbalised intentions, habits of which Barran personally understood to be those of a creature that preferred telepathic communication. A particular skill of which the One-Eyed Woad learned in the years of his death-between-lives, but in the process of having to relearn it in the wake of his resurrection, the art had been mastered enough to respond as the floating entity would.

~=My thanks for the assistance, the escapees will be grateful.... See you around.=~
​

After such a request, Thomas knew it would likely mean the devastation (or at the very least, the great disruption) of all the surrounding neighbourhoods, but if it assured the mass-breakout of all the prison's surviving inmates, Barran understood by then that he could afford himself a little smirk of excited anticipation, mildly revelling in the realisation of all the disruption it would cause for all the region's inbound authorities. Bringing the Bloodhound to hope that the welcome arrival of intruders (along with the heightened likelihood of his tribe being in closer proximity than most) brought a quick, clinical escape at the end of his clusterkark of an escapade, made all the more likely when the sudden arrival of the Horde's Matriarch caught Barran unaware.

'MERCYYYYY, I'LL BE BACK SOON!!!! I NEED MY MASK - AND THE SWORD!!!!'

​

The last phase was covered, but the second phase had only just begun, time was running out; however, the One-Eyed Woad was confident in the safety the control tower provided, especially with the consideration of it's increasing count of occupants he could trust. Serving then as the ideal temporary-HQ, Thomas then began to see the tower for it's potential as a possible extraction-point, and by the time everything had been retrieved from the prison's lockup on Basement Level-2, there would be nothing then to stop the Bloodhound from leaving Coruscant in a cloud of dust. As much as the delayed reunion seemed like poor form after so long, Thomas knew he was worse than useless without the horde's answer to a crown-and-sceptre, the very items that defined the Bloodhound as their Great Khan in the first place.

'PLEASE, HOLD THE TOWER WITH THE GUNGAN!!!! HE'S A GOOD FRIEND!!!!'

~=Its good t'see ye again, sis.=~
~=I promise - I won't be long.=~
​

With every possible development handled, there was nothing else for it than to continue as previously intended, and so Barran parted with a nod and ran sprinting for the Supermax building's main entrance - sprinting with every last sinew readied to embrace the mayhem that awaited beyond it's deactivated double-doors.

 

[Rann Thress]

Rann Thress, Well-liked and Endlessly Effective Escapee Eradicator!
Location: Bottom of One of Many Cell Blocks // Moving back to Control Tower
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TAGS: Nekana Quane Sahar Thomas Barran Zinn Zinn Bink'sa @Any others who still wanna rumble in the jungle. (am i the only one here holy crap)

The prisoners rushed forward, eager to bring Rann to the ground and no doubt kill him, but Rann made sure not to let too many get too close at one time as he expertly fell back, using whatever chairs or tables to throw at the approaching mob and swiftly dispatch whatever few did manage to get within saber distance.

He continued this, entirely focused on the objective at hand, to the detriment of all else. Arcs of purple light flashed through the sky as he continued to cut down the number before the remaining few decided, wisely, "Kark that" and turned, opting to find a different way out of the Prison giving Rann a well deserved reprieve for a moment and allowing him to finally take a glance around and assess the situation.

Guards were being ganged up on and beaten to death or thrown over the railings above him, in the distance several more prisoners continued to find their way out of their still opening cells, eager to find their freedom. A few looked over at Rann, and Rann at them, before electing to turn the otherway.

Rann, groaning angrily, began to chase after them shouting "Stop! St-Ohhhhhhhhhssscrewit" as he broke into a run. As he gained on them leaving the cellblock down a hallway, he saw the group fiddling with a panel. "Don't break my stuff. DON'T YOU BREAK MY STUFF." He roared as he charged at them just as the panel sparked and a bulkhead inbetween them slammed shut. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Rann yelled in frustration, kicking the door.


He thought about cutting the door open, but thought against it. He opted instead to turn around and follow protocol, with where he currently was...the closest rally point would be the Control Tower he had left Horgan. Guards would have rallied there and began to coordinate retaking the prison by now, and they could use Ranns help.

Walking back out the hallway, Rann tried to key his comm again to no avail, and cursed silently as he summoned the Force to enhance himself, and jumped up level by level of the Cellblock. Once he rose high enough, he tried again only to be interrrupted by a prison-wide broadcast:

<"All the doorsies are open. Wesa out here been slavin, wesa been breakin our backs and for what?!?! To be mobbed, and crunched by the big boomers that enslave us? No!! Wesa gonna die, so you wanna die on your feet, or being caged like a big goober fish. Runsss, fight, kill all you have to. You find someones confuzzled, yousa help them. If we fightin as half as hard as wesa been locked up by these boomers wesa gonna get out of here. There is one way out! Fights, runs, help ones out and we will all be home. Either die fightings, or die left to rot. Gosa! Gosa One Way Out!!! One Way Out!!! ONE WAY OUT!!!!">

Rann's blood ran cold.... If they were able to make that speech, then...
"No." Rann said, quietly, before breaking into a full sprint back towards the control tower. As he continued his approach, he keyed his comm once more. Unsure if the issues had been fixed, he wanted to say something regardless,

"To whatever is in the Control Tower. You're living your last moments." He said, his voice eerily monotoned as he sprint, closing on the tower.

 

[Kurineth Cull]

LOCATION: Coruscant Prison, Control Tower
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
WEAPONS: Phase-knife
TAGS: Onrai Zinn Zinn Bink'sa Thomas Barran Rann Thress

When they drew near enough, a familiar face appeared to Kurineth as she prepared herself to drop into the tower. The shadowy ball that had been clinging to the spacefaring entity beginning to form her physical form in full against the bottom of the cube. Close enough now she was calculating how badly it would hurt if she simply leapt to the nearest the structure as instructions were yelled up to her.

Drawing her attention down as Barran was staring up at them. Instructions delivered, she gave him a thumbs up, glancing down at her hand and back to him before cupping her hands and shouting back.

"Okay!" Leaning back once more to stare at the structure before letting her hands grab onto a protruding section of the cube, letting her legs swing out as she folded and let the momentum swing her towards the roof of the tower. Flipping once, then twice as she cackled madly mid-air.

"Incoming!" Her raucous cackle disappearing as dark tendrils formed in front of her path. Form vanishing from sight as the dark mass seemed to plant itself against the roof with a resounding thud inside and out. The shadowy mass passing through the roof slowly before emerging inside the tower. Her physical body emerging from the ceiling in a wash of shadow and tendrils to drop down with a swift spin on her hands and toes on the floor below.

Eyes rising to meet the only other being inside the tower for the moment. A Gungan she had only seen before as a living being in the Force, and unsure if they were friend or foe. Blinking once before standing and grabbing the hilt of the knife in a swift motion before the blade ignited as she prepared to fight.

"You Barran's friend?" Her only question as she scanned the room for others without letting him out of her sight. She didn't jump at the chance to gut someone given all the things going on around them. The need to jump right into violence subdued without the larger presence of other Scar Hounds around her.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Cell Block, heading to the Control Tower//:
//: Allies: //: Rann Thress //:
//: Enemies: Onrai //: Kurineth Cull //: Zinn Zinn Bink'sa //: //: Thomas Barran //:

Everything was going to shit. The mission was a bust because, suddenly, there was a prison break. All her informants lay dead around her, and the Corellian stood collecting herself for just that brief moment of peace. "Fething chaos." Allyson groaned as she ripped off the Sith mask she wore. As her features reappeared, she figured it was as good a time to drop the disguise. The mask disappeared into her pocket, and she quickly scanned the scene around her; everything was going downhill and fast.

Her attention quickly snapped towards the direct controls room in her cell block. The voice of the Gungan echoed, causing the Corellian to chuckle. No matter how threatening the words were, the gungans tone and attempt to speak in basic always made her laugh. Stepping over the bodies she had defended herself against, she began to run towards the supposed only way out. The orange jumpsuit she wore made her blend in easier with the inmate chaos, but it could be an issue if she ran into someone who didn't know she was there looking into leads for an investigation.

The thought of running into other Jedi didn't cross her mind. As she rounded the corner, she came face to face with another. Without thinking, Allyson drew the force together in her palms, forming a weapon made of light. Ribbons collected, forming the curves of a bow till it connected at both ends, creating the draw and the arrow. Pulling the light bow back, she let the man draw closer. If he was close, she could quickly end him and continue on to her escape.

Lucky for Rann Thress, Allyson's cybernetic eye scanned his face and quickly alerted the Spy. The weapon fired as she screamed, "AHHHHH DUCK JEDI!" A flash of light brushed past Rann as it embedded itself into the body of one of the inmates who was chasing the man. Its mawed face released a blood-curdling scream as it began to dissipate into nothingness from the pure force light arrow.

"The karking hell are you doing, running aimlessly around here! Are you the one that karked up this mission??" Allyson frowned but remembered quickly they were in the thick of it. "I hope you can fight better than you can do whatever you're doing now. Who the kark are you?"

 

[Rann Thress]

Rann Thress, Professional Almost Getting Killed by your friend-iteer!
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Location: Cellblock catwalk, Enroute to Control Tower
Tags: Allyson Locke Thomas Barran Kurineth Cull Sahar Zinn Zinn Bink'sa Nekana Quane @Anyone else who still wanna go TEN ROUNDS WITH THE CHAMP.

Rann should have clocked the figure laying in wait ahead of him, but...he didn't. Either because of the bloodrage he was in, or she was just too sneaky. She had him dead to rights, and a split second warning caused Rann to stumble to a halt and panickily sidestep against the railing as the bolt of light fired. In awe, he watched the projectile in what seemed like slow motion as it whizzed passed, missing him by centimeters. Close enough the crackle of energy made his beard stand on end as it zoomed by and struck a prisoner Rann had neglected to notice. Awe and shock turned to anger as his face hardened and he turned back to face whoever the hell this woman was.

"WWWWHAAAT THE HELL." He yelled out, his face reddening with renewed anger, completely forgetting -for the moment- that he was on a mission of vengeance for the assumed death of his friend, Horgan in the control room. "How're you going to almost kill me and YOU'RE THE ONE ANNOYED?!?" He stepped forward and had the forethought to disignite his purple lightsaber before approaching closer. "And HOW do YOU imagine that IIIIIIIII caused. All. THIS?!?!?" He gestured wildly with his hands to the flames, screams, and general chaos of the prison around them. "This isn't something that happens 'cause you didn't clock out for lunch on time!" Rann continued with, what he'd call, righteous anger before studying her face. He blinked. And blinked again. And squinted and blinked before reaching into his pants pocket and pulling out a small binder. Sifting through the cards inside, he pulled out an old, faded purple one with the words "Locke and Key" on it, the number for John Locke with a note to call for a new robotic arm, and to the side taking up over half the picture was...
"What the fu-Allyson Locke?" He looked back and forth, starstruck for a moment before blinking again and throwing the binder back in his pocket, "Why the hell is Allyson Locke in prison?" he asked, gesturing to her prison uniform. "And you almost KILLED ME!" He shouted again, before sighing angrily and pulling his lightsaber from his belt. "Whatever. Yeah I'm pretty good at fighting. I'm no jedi, I'm Rann. One of Metus' kids, that's how you'll know me best. I'm going there," he gestured to the control tower with his finger, "Friend of mine is dead. I'm gonna kill that gungan. Then re-establish com--you know what? Control Tower. We can chit chat once the moron is deceased. You're coming or you're not, but I'm going." he said as he pushed passed her, turned and shrugged, "You look better in the picture," he lied with a mix of bemusement and frustration on his face before turning again and continuing. "Gonna shoot me and act like I'm the problem," he complained under his breath as the control tower grew closer and closer.

 

[Onrai]

Floating over the Tower, Coruscant Prison
Tags: Kurineth Cull Keilara Kala'myr Sahar Nekana Quane Thomas Barran Allyson Locke

The cube's response was twofold. As it drew far closer to the tower in question, showcasing its scope and scale, a tendril emerged from between its platinum scales, dripping with amorphous juices as it pressed against the gate. Effort was further and further applied to it until the very durasteel of its structure had been warped to the point of uselessness. The energies of the systems interwoven within the gate, powerful enough to fry any would-be escapee, were drawn into the multidegree appendages. From the mouth of the cube came great gouts of electrical discharge - not the Force, not even the Anti-Force, but mere redirection of electrical energy. The discharge exuded great gouts of lightning and thunder upon the exterior defenses. Sentry towers were struck, spooking their occupants and sending electrical equipment haywire. Other more unfortunate souls saw themselves suffer the one-in-a-million chance of electrical discharge coursing through their body, some lucky enough to merely be knocked unconscious, while others lost their vital signs.

The cube hovered somewhat closely over the gate area as smaller limp tendrils emerged from beneath it. Whenever a prisoner grabbed one of the tendrils, it rapidly entwined itself around them and drew them up at a sudden speed, likely causing a bit of whiplash before they were dragged into the cube's immense bulk. Some, the useful, would be sorted and given opportunities to serve. Others would serve in a different way, their irredeemable deeds condemning their life force to devouring at the hands of the intelligence behind the cube. For some, it would be a means of exit from the place.

The voice spoke again, this time directly to the one among those here who she held most dear.

"T̶h̶e̷r̵e̵ ̷y̷o̸u̶ ̶g̶o̶,̸ ̵m̷y̴ ̴c̴h̵i̷l̶d̷.̷ ̶D̷o̴ ̵w̴h̵a̴t̷ ̵y̷o̴u̴ ̴c̷a̵m̵e̷ ̵h̸e̵r̷e̴ ̷t̷o̸ ̵d̴o̷ ̴a̷n̵d̸ ̷b̷r̴i̸n̶g̴ ̷t̴h̴o̸s̸e̴ ̶w̴h̴o̷ ̴y̸o̶u̶ ̴c̴a̵n̷ ̵t̶o̶ ̵m̸e̷.̵"

 

[Thomas Barran]

5th Post

-A PRELUDE TO TERROR-

THE_BLOODHOUND
GREAT KHAN OF THE SCAR HOUNDS
WARLORD OF RHIGAR & MAR'ZAMBUL
DIVINE CHAMPION OF MOTHER REBIRTH

Tags: Zinn Zinn Bink'sa Sahar Nekana Quane Keilara Kala'myr Maestus
Onrai Kurineth Cull

AT THE PRECIPICE I: REDACTED PRISON BLUES - PART 5

BASEMENT LOCKUP-1, [REDACTED] PRISON,
GALACTIC CITY, CORUSCANT (901 ABY)

The nerve, I'm not even armed yet.... I'll punish them for that.
​

'Nowhere to go now, Gen Pop! Caught you veering for the lockup, like all the other up-jumped villains in here soon after you.... We look forward to that, but first - Eyepatch will keep us company.'

After sneaking past inmate and guard alike, and for long enough that even the task of alighting from the deactivated elevator had went uncontested, (a loud, endurance-sapping process from start to finish) the predicted site of the personal-effects lockup was found in sooty, dust-covered effort, though Thomas soon found out that some of the prison personnel were lying in wait for such an attempt to arm for an escape. The Bloodhound likely would have begrudged this containment-tactic if it weren't for the fact it closely resembled his own in wartime, soul-destroying events that transpired fewer than thirty years before that night, a point in time of which taught Barran a lot about himself.

'Aw'right then, lads.... Come one, come all - fortune favours the Eyepatch either way.'

Thus in this understanding, commended all that it must've taken for the guards to corner the Bloodhound from the shadows like this.

'I bid you all a pleasant trip TO THE NETHER!!!!'

Striking out at the first, bravest two to step forth from the shroud, accounting for the fact these guards would likely shoot first whilst the others were just getting to shoulder their weapons, the One-Eyed Woad smashed the goggle-lenses in their SWAT-armour loadout, causing considerable enough pain to distract from the following stomps to the array-padded kneecaps. If the outcries weren't heard echoing throughout the maze of the building's lowest basement floor before, then the following MCL and ACL tears (coupled with the pains of singular impacts that shattered each kneecap on impact) certainly left no illusions as to what the remaining, hiding personnel would hear, and this was all before a single shot had been fired in furious response.

'HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUURGH!!!!'

Lifting the nearest of his wailing victims, Barran then used his strength to rais the still-flailing, fully-loaded guardsman overhead with a guttural, blood-curdling scream of wild abandon, only to hurl the bravest of their squad at his own subordinates before they could get a clean shot. Thus with no other option than to aim for the legs and feet of the Bloodhound, their telegraphed low-draw postures gave their tormentor all the reason he needed to lunge at the others, leaping in the same careening trajectory as his living projectile.

By then, it was already far too late to shoot or strike out against the blood-covered monster in their midst, too late to run away from the screams that followed - regardless of whether they heard horror or fury.

The Goidel's hard-flung quarry had collided head-first with the frontmost of the other attackers, but in the continued momentum that followed the unfortunate soul into the midst of the little mob, the shrieking, blinded ring-leader had sent more than a few his peers back into the shadows behind them, tumbling into semi-consciousness as the Bloodhound followed up with a makeshift-shiv in hand. Unfortunately for the guards who were struck, however, all those who had remained untouched would see the violence unfold in shaky, torchlit flurries of ultraviolence, and after just a few tentative glances between them, silently opted to retreat in search of other basement-stationed personnel.

'COME HERE!!!!'

​

A sound plan, if it weren't for the fact a suppressed savagery had only just awakened within the Bloodhound, embracing power the imprisoned Khan had not felt in almost twenty years, let alone the year spent incarcerated in Gen Pop-4; it was bad enough to bear witness to the last moments of a frenzied attack on peers who were still trying their hardest to jump their foe, but in their inability to get a clean shot on the inmate at any point, the remaining armoured guards were only set to be dismayed further in the following moments. The last screams, blind-shooting blaster trails, and growls of aggression had fallen silent in the distance, leaving the survivors in the dim-lit, static silence of the bloodied lower-basement level, devoid of breath or footfall for too long to be purposeless.

<"Basement One! Assistance needed in Lockup! I repeat - assistance needed in Lockup! Basement One, do you read me?">​

'We're gonna die out here, aren't we?'

The torches on their SMG-topics couldn't detect any movement, but deep down the remaining squad-members knew the untethered inmate was still alive, almost as if the very intent of their nemesis was creeping up the backs of their neck, affecting their very nerves as spiders would with venom. Seemingly left to dwell on the danger they had stumbled upon, and with nothing but their own shuddered, fearful breathing-cadences (and other fearful disgraces of the sort) for company, it was in the mind-shattering silences when their nerves would be tested the most, making skittish, jumpy liabilities of the squad's last survivors.

'CONTACT FRONT - OPEN FIRE!!!!'

And their tormentor, in the midst of a wordless, sadistic thrill of the hunt, chose to let their fear take root a while longer.

'CEASEFIRE!!!! I SAID CEASEFIRE, DAMNIT!!!! Shoot only what you see, fellas.... You're better than this - this freak.'

By then, the mirth Thomas had been trying his utmost to suppress was just too much to hold in place, resounding with an unforgiving, grating echo as a snort of the sharpest derision imaginable, mocking the ringleader's attempts to shore up morale for the final clash between them, and without uttering so much as a word in response. One or two shots would try to reach the outburst at it's auditory source, but Barran had already changed positions, creeping ever closer, and from angles unseen by the peripheries of the last survivors at the time. Little more than a fire-team of four, covering every hallway approach to the elevators, and though any other circumstance of the sort would reward conventional proficiency under pressure, this made them all much too easy to predict and irritate accordingly.

'BETTER THAN THIS HALF-BLIND, COWARDLY HASBEEN!!!! A BEAST DEFANGED BY TIME ITSELF - BUT STILL A DISGRACE WHO SLEW HIS OWN FATHER!!!!'

​

Wheezing, knee-slapping laughter followed, and just as the scoff of insolence had just moments before, the following expression of wordless mockery would attack the very patience that kept his nerves a little steelier than the others, almost forcing the ringleader to lash out and make a hypocrite of himself in another needless waste of ammunition. At that point, even the outspoken guard needed his last-surviving confidant to keep him in line, heard muttering,'They always seem to like their little games, but there's less harm in letting him play than one might think.... He stalls for time, but for our sake - not his, remember that.', though this only made the Bloodhound's laughter worse.

Seemingly more vicious, and perhaps more brazen than expected, as it also sounded - closer somehow.

​

'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!'

 

[Reave]

ALLIANCE SUPERMAX
Sahar Nekana Quane ​

---

Slow comprehension dawned on Reave when he heard the gungan's insane broadcast that this was a riot. Thundering footfalls echoed outside his cell. He counted down the seconds as they grew closer before leaping out just in time to collide with a pair of guards. Massive crimson hands smashed one's skull against duracrete before a stun baton sent jolts of agony coursing through him.

With a primal scream Reave smacked it aside and picked the guard up by their throat. Limbs thrashing wildly, more electricity scorched his skin until he squeezed hard enough to hear bones snap. Adrenaline numbed him and he tossed the lifeless body carelessly aside. There were other empty cells but Reave didn't stop until he came across two female prisoners standing over some more dead guards.

Reave raised the stun baton he'd stolen and for an awful moment it looked like the pirate might get violent.

"One way out!"

He charged past them in the direction of gen pop and their only chance at freedom.

 

[Zinn Zinn Bink'sa]

Location: Supermax Prison, Coruscant, Prison Control Tower
Tags: Thomas Barran Sahar Nekana Quane Keilara Kala'myr Onrai Allyson Locke Rann Thress Maestus Darth Saevius Kurineth Cull

Zinn Zinn could hear his own echo through the comms as he finished. “Wesa ready for dem big boomers…” He said his yellow eye stalks narrowing on the various consoles, and screens of the control room. All hell was quickly breaking loose, as his fiddling with the controls plus the speech he made through the entire prison has caused a furious frenzy to break out. “Hehe, glorious, delicious chaos! Wes’s gonna have all the funsies!” He would say excitedly, as he sat back into a rolling chair, and would spin himself around as he watched in a dizzy haze the prisoners cause chaos all around.

He noticed some of the prisoners were staring at the cameras. Some of the prisoners were watching the Gungan, and the Gungan watched as he playfully pressed buttons. “Pressing all the buttons! Pressy press all the buttons… doo doo doo…. Wesa out here causing freedom! Doo… doo… doo” The Gungan would say as he randomly played with the console like some ignorant child. He watched on one monitor how Barren was going through block to block. The bloodhound was taking out guards securing a path. His aim was to get weapons for the prisoners, securing the lock up room which caused Zinn Zinn to howl in murderous glee. His tongue stuck out as he spoke. “Yesss palo!! Yousa get the big flashers, and the big sparkly, glowy sharp sharp. Wesa get all the toys!!” Zinn Zinn would say as he spun around his rolls chair. Then as if all at once a series of comms started to hit him. First a strange sound that was too much noise for Zinn Zinn to hear. He promptly ignored it. Before he could answer he could hear a voice behind him. “What the…” He saw what looked to be a Maw Raider. A woman that gave off a disturbing energy that caused Zinn Zinn to freak out. “Yousa wanna get nuts?!! Let’s get nuts!!!” He said stepping off the rolly chair only to clumsily pick up the chair as if to send it flying at her. Noticing the blade she carried ready to strike at any moment. “Wait… Dosa friend? Dosa palo? Why Yousa say before? Of course Mesa friend!” Zinn Zinn would say as he slowly lowered the chair attempting to defuse the situation very quickly. Then a voice came over the comms again. "To whatever is in the Control Tower. You're living your last moments." Zinn Zinn would pause as he went back over to the microphone.

Zinn Zinn attempted to deepen his voice as he spoke. “Dis is the Warden!!! Everything is fine, everything is all fine. Yousa go back to work, of Yousa fired! Yousa go back to work, or Yousa in big bang, bang trouble. Yousa up for a report with big bossin boomers. Dis is my prison and if yousa don’t go back to work, then you’d gonna get unfornate mobbing and crunchin. YOUSA LEAVE DA WARDEN ALONE!!” He would scream to the man over the comms, hoping his deep voice would scare off the pair of Jedi close to the control tower. The Gungan was sweating nervously as he was just wanting to get da hell out.

Zinn Zinn could hear heavy footsteps. Once more in self defense he would pick the rolling chair up again. This time it wasn’t an Alliance lackey, but an armored warrior that gave off an aura of fear. She was covered head to toe, and Zinn Zinn would roll his eyes. “Who is Yousa??! Yousa a friend? I hope to da Gods yousa a friend?!?!?” Zinn Zinn would yell, as the anxiety and stress was getting to the Prison’s newest warden… And he was only a day away from retirement…

 

[Keilara Kala'myr]

Objective: Find her way to Tommy
Location: Secret Prison Facility, Coruscant
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Assault Rifle | 2x Sunfury Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger | 2x Riftblades | Promise of Freedom | Ring of Wishes and Dreams || Cloaking Device | 5x ASBF Probe Droid || OPBC-01m
Allies: Thomas Barran | Zinn Zinn Bink'sa | Onrai | Nekana Quane | Kurineth Cull | Maestus | Open
Enemies: Rann Thress | Allyson Locke | Open

[ Come back… ]
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Keilara Kala'myr | Mercy | Ziare Dyarron | Freedom​

I passed more opponents, but the riot was big enough to make my progress easy, and soon I came up to where I felt Tommy. Only then did I turn off my cloaking device, so now the others could see me. I was wearing the same armour as in the previous big war, so if there were people here that I knew, or had been members of the Maw before, they would know it was me. Although I wasn't the chosen successor to Asher, aka Mongrel, I was nevertheless well known within the Scar Hounds for being his most trusted advisor and essentially his second in command. No, at the time, I never considered Tommy to be, because he was unproven and only became the chosen successor out of nowhere, because of a vision. When he came to us, I was already a veteran.

Now... I am still the only one who really knew the founder of the Scar Hounds Tribe, the legend. Although, if my information was correct, I was a legend too in the Tribe. Under Asher's leadership, our being romantically involved would have been considered a weakness; for Tommy, however, it was a strength and he twisted the laws and traditions to protect me and the twins. It was another matter that he could not protect me from Tu'teggacha.

When I arrived, despite my armour, Tommy recognised me immediately, but there was no time for a brotherly reunion... ironically, Thomas Barran was born in the same year as Kallan - and so Asher later shared an elderly mind with him. Which meant they were all eighteen years older than me. In some worlds, I could have been their daughter with that age difference. But Thomas became my adopted brother, Kallan my brother-in-law... and Asher the father of my husband and children. True, he looked now as he did when he was captured by the Maw, i.e. we looked almost the same age; Netherworld had its advantages.

"You are getting old… Old Man!" I teased him a little, in a somewhat mocking tone.

I sighed when he finally ran out of here that I still needed his mask and sword... The sword that Asher used in the war when it was known as the Mongrel. Which I later took care of and only sent back to Tommy when I went to kill Tu'teggacha. I knew it would be my last day in this world, if I died I would still get to my husband, if not I would still get to him, just in a different way. I watched as he ran out of the room and I watched the others. I recognized only the gungan.

~ If you get yourself killed, I'll kick your ass in the Netherworld! Literally! And I'll enjoy it, because you left me with a gungan! ~ I mentally snarled my reply back to Tommy.

I didn't like these fish people, they can't even speak normally! Half a minute and they give me a headache. Zinn Zinn was a familiar face. I immediately asked for his data from MANIAC, and yes, he was indeed a former Maw. Meanwhile we could hear things from outside and someone else warned us that we were about to die. I wonder. Or was that supposed to be a threat? Oh, I'm "scared"! If I was afraid of death, I would never have been a member of the Scar Hounds. We were the ones who were always sacrificed and only the strong could survive. But that was probably forgotten by most of the galaxy, by the young soldiers and guards who weren't even alive or children when it happened.

After that I turned to gungan, especially as he was asking questions, but I also said my words to the woman who was still here.

"I am Mercy, matriarch of the Scar Hounds Tribe, wife of The Mongrel and mother of his children. So yes, we are on the same side. And Barran... well, we could say we're adopted brother and sister." I said to the gungan quickly. "The enemy is already close, it's time to prepare to help Barran.l." I said this to the gungan and the woman here.

Especially as he's turned into such an old man, I'm surprised he can even run... has so much time passed in this world? I mean, I forgot that he wasn't even young when we first met... I loved Netherworld in that way.

I took the rifle in my hand and knelt down, raising the gun to the door. When the enemy comes in, it's time for an unpleasant surprise, both mentally and physically.