Public Doing Time is Part of Doing Business [Open to Criminal Scum]

[Kinley Pryse]

Buried beneath the choking smog of Anoat's industrial wastelands, Karthak Prison Complex is where the galaxy forgets its worst. Built into the jagged rock of a dead volcano and powered by the runoff of toxic refineries, it's less a correctional facility and more a death sentence in slow motion. The walls sweat rust, the air tastes like metal and ash, and the guards—half droid, half sadist—make the inmates' lives a constant war zone. There are no stars visible from inside, only the dull red glow of warning lights and the echo of violence down concrete corridors. Escape isn't just unlikely—it's suicidal. But hey you wouldn't be a true member of the Underworld if you didn't believe in a few risks right? The prisoners inside this ruthless facility have had enough. They've formed an alliance and are getting ready to go big so they can go home.
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Objective 1: Infiltrate the mainframe area and hack the system.​

Your objective is to infiltrate the prison's main data core, hidden three levels beneath the central guard tower. Once inside, hack the security grid to loop the surveillance feeds and disable electronic locks across Cell Blocks C through F. Timing is critical—every second the cameras are blind is one step closer to open doors and chaos in the halls. Stay quiet, move fast, and don't trip the alarms. One slip, and it's lockdown for everyone—forever.
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Objective 2: Break into the armory and secure weapons
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The armory is sealed behind reinforced blast doors in the lower east wing—heavily guarded, always locked, and crawling with sentry droids. Your job is to breach it. Once inside, secure weapons, stun packs, and riot gear to arm the crew for the breakout. No gear means no chance—so hit hard, move fast, and leave no one behind. If the guards catch wind before you're in, the whole plan burns.
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Objective 3: Start a riot as a diversion​

Starting a riot isn't as simple as throwing a punch—especially under the watchful eyes of stun-collar enforcers and auto-turrets. You'll need to spark chaos without getting crushed before it spreads. Convince the right inmates, exploit old grudges, maybe sabotage the food supply or trigger a blackout in the yard. The guards need to believe it's real—violent, uncontrollable, and worth pulling resources away from the escape route. Just be ready: once it starts, there's no dialing it back.​

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[Kasmion Duum]

Kasmion's part of the plan was the riot. Hack, no. Droids, certainly not. But riots he could do all day. He had plenty of miserable grim resentment to share as fuel, plenty of insight into his fellow inmates' weak points. This and his training as a Shamer, a lethal telepath, had kept him as safe as anyone in here could be over the course of weeks. Neither this prison nor Sith territory nor the will of the Sith themselves would hold him; he had sworn this.

At the appropriate moment, exactly at the appropriate moment, the riot kicked off. He'd set the wheels in motion some days earlier with well-chosen unforgettable suggestions to persons whose continued safety was not among his priorities. He'd made rapid judgments after arriving here, and grudges too, and he'd done nothing with those until now. The first five people to get hit had all crossed or disrespected him in unconnected ways. He watched from the edge of the yard with some grim satisfaction.

Kinley Pryse

 

[CT-312]

//: Jacen Breska Sinya Tarkona Kinley Pryse | OPEN //:
//: Anoat - Karthak Prison Complex //:
//: ATTIRE //:
//: OBJECTIVE 2 - Lock & Loaded //:

It reeked of sweat, rust, and despair. A dim lit industrial common area that had benches and tables with some broken seatings. Cracked tiles lined the floor, stains with fluids no one dared to identify. Overhead, a half-shattered ceiling panel buzzed like an angry insect. Slowly the inmate's cell doors were being opened. It was “recess”, the one time they were able to be out of their cell blocks to stretch their legs. Bright orange jumpsuits made all the inmates easily identifiable. Some inmates loitered in cautious clusters while others were by themselves. Sentry droids clanked along their present routes. Scanning inmates and its surroundings for any anomalies.

Sitting at the edge of the bunk, CT-312 caught the small ball that bounced off the wall. Throwing and catching it back repeatedly, waiting for her turn. It’s been almost a week and a half since CT-312 and TK-710 were admitted in. Commandeering an incoming inmate transfer transport. “Removing” the original two inmates. Both now donning the numbers KRK-9812 & KRK-4476. Looking down at her jumpsuit, the serial tag number printed “KRK-9812”. Recalling the events leading up to this:

— //: ISD LADY OF FORTUNE ://—

The light in the room was sterile and bright, humming with the quiet tension. CT-312 stood beside TK-710 in front of the holotable that was located in the middle of the room. There were no other personnel present, just the two of them. A voice cut from the overhead speakers giving them their new mission orders. The holotable activated showing details and images of their assignment. “You both will pick an alias and will be going to prison. Located on Anoat, Karthak Prison Complex. Target is a defector of the DeathDrop, IC-8473. Formally assigned to the Imperial Intelligence Recon.”

A holo-image of the target shimmered above the table. A man who had a lean build, bald, sharp-faced, and a burn scar under one eye was shown. “We’ve traced him to Karthak under a false ID. He is currently prisoner KRK-8473, hiding under a fabricated prison sentence. Thinking we’ll forget. Your orders are to locate, confirm what he said and whom he has spoken to, and terminate. Bring back proof he’s dead: DNA sample, retinal ID, biometric scan. Whatever’s left when you’re done.”

Interrogate. CT-312 could kill cleanly, making it quick or slow. She knew how to shut someone down. But never had been asked to make someone talk. Not having any training on what to do or how to stomach what may come after.

“And if he won’t talk?”

“Then make him talk. Break him. That’s why we’re sending you both instead of another drone in Imperial armor. This is a mission for ghosts.”

At that moment, CT-312 realized what this assignment really was. A test. Of loyalty and creativity. To see what they were willing to become when their orders drifted into the gray.

“There is no recovery team. You’ll be partnered up with a civilian contact. Smuggler. Name’s Sinya Tarkona . She will supply you with weapons and whatever you need to get the job done. They are also your ride out for extraction. There’s an armory sealed behind reinforced blast doors on the lower east wing. Breach it, arm yourself, and break out. Your connection to the DeathDrop must remain undisclosed. That is all.”

—

The door to CT-312’s cell was remotely opened. Sliding automatically with a loud click. Pocketing the ball, she got up from her bunk and began making her way out into the common area where the rest of the inmates were. Lazily walking with watchful eyes. CT-312 has been memorizing the patrol routes and times for the sentry droids. Occasionally locating the camera’s around the facility.

As CT-312 finally stepped into the common area, spotting TK-710 in her peripherals. Slowly making her way around towards him, her eyes scanned the rest of the inmates. Locating their target, KRK-8473. Who was sitting by himself on one of the benches, skittish. Swapping up her reaction and persona to a more enthusiastic approach as she neared TK-710.

“KRK-4476! Remember me? It’s Rook. Funny seeing you here. It's been so long since the last job. I forget, what do you call yourself again?“ Patting TK-710 on his back. Rook leaned in a bit closer whispering “Don’t forget we’re meeting our contact later on today. We should be getting some supplies in.” Taking a few steps back, hands now shoved in her pockets, she turned around. “Have you seen our good friend KRK-8473?” Smiling.

A voice cut through the chatter and hum of the area, interrupting. “Those who were assigned prison jobs, it’s time to get to work you slops”

Rook raised her brow at the sudden announcement. "You heard the big man in the sky. Time for work." They both began making their way to the laundry area.

 

[Jacen Breska]

OBJ2: LOCK AND LOAD ​

WEARING:: Jacen’s Prisoner Jumpsuit
EQUIPMENT: Nothing
LOCATION: :: ANOAT PRISON ::
TAG:[/I] Sinya Tarkona Kinley Pryse CT-312

This is a mission for ghosts.

Jacen just nodded along, internalizing the orders he was being given. Interrogate and execute. No need to extract the target.
Part of him wondered when he suddenly became one of the Order's silent hit men. First Trenwyth, now this.
But the targets he was given made it all worth it. Rebels there, a traitor here.

Jacen learned a lot about himself during his time serving the Sith. His willingness to cause pain for the right reasons, and what those right reasons were. Traitors. People who break faith, cause chaos. Enemies of the peace his Empire sought to bring.
"We'll get it done," he said with another nod before looking over at CT-312. "Let's go back to jail," he finished with a chuckle.

The beds of the Prison were rock hard. Like resting on metal. But still, Jacen found himself spending alot of time laying on it with his hands under his head staring at the ceiling. When the door slid open and it was time to go out and mingle. Almost immediately he saw 312 moving towards him, and he nodded at her. "Yeah, Rook, yeah," he said, nodding as if suddenly remembering. "My name's..." he paused for a moment, then finished, "Senn."

He nodded again as she reminded him of their duties, and shook it again when she asked if he saw the traitor. "No, not yet. I've been asking. I don't think our friend is in this wing." He shook his head again and nudged his head towards a more secured wing, protective custody.

The call to begin their work duty came as no surprise, and Jacen nodded along as 312 repeated the order. "Oh goodie. My favorite part of the day," he joked.

The door to the laundry area was guarded by a single droid with a blaster melded into it's frame on one hand and a stun baton on the other. "About time," it said coldly, "You have double duty today, inmates," is said, regarding the two with lifeless hollow sockets where the eyes should be, "Laundry and shipment,"
Jacen smiled, remembering the unfortunate accident the inmates assigned to dockwork suffered the previous night, "Don't look so happy, inmate KRK-4476," The droid said, turning it's head towards Jacen with a mechanical, almost imperceptible whirr, "...or you'll be charged with what happened."

Jacen nodded his head, "Of course not. Just happy to work, you know me."

"Unfortunately," The droid said and stepped aside, "Take care of the laundry quick, inmates, then report to the dock."

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[Sinya Tarkona]

Objective: 2 "Lock and Load"
Location: Wild Bantha, Karthak Prison landing pad.
Equipment: Stashed in smuggling compartment.
Tags: Kinley Pryse // Jacen Breska // CT-312

Sinya stood in the Cargo Bay of the Wild Bantha with her ship's loadmaster, a young human male with a shock of blond hair who insisted on going by the name Skid. They were making final preparations on a trio of cargo containers, all of which contained supplies that were boring but necessary for the prison to exist, sanitary products, uniforms, and minor luxuries that prisoners could purchase on their commissary accounts. Two of them were exactly what they appeared to be, ready to be collected by prisoners that she was assured were part of one of her two jobs here. But the third, the container, she would be punching herself had a small smuggling compartment built into it, the proper pressure in the right place when opening the container's lid would show a pair of blaster carbines, her A-180 pistols, a datapad loaded with intrusion software, her comlink, and a handful of EMP charges large enough to fry a droid, some security sensors, or the circuitry in a door.

"Don't worry about a thing Boss. A Hutt has a better chance of finding a treadmill than the guards do of finding our extra shipment." Skid told her as he gave the container door a slap as if it would ensure it's security.

Sinya wasn't worried about that though, she'd made Skid the ship's loadmaster because somehow he was able to keep anything he wanted hidden from the authorities. Hollowing out the secure door on a small shipping container to use as a smuggling compartment had been his idea.

"The only thing that's got me worried is that you're telling me not to." Sinya remarked with a healthy dose of humour.

What she was worried about was that she'd double dipped on jobs here; the first one was to deliver supplies to a pair of Sith Order infiltrators, wait for them to deal with some sort of defector or informant, then fly them out. She'd been told they would be the prisoners assigned to the work detail to help her unload her cargo, KRK-9812 and KRK-4476. The second job was to assist in the breakout of KRK-3227, Kinley Pryse. This job was backed by the Black Sun, and some wheels were greased with bribes and messages from them beforehand.

Both employers had provided her with the prisoner IDs of the people she needed to look for and she reviewed them one last time before putting her datapad away.

Spoiler: Prisoner IDs

Black Sun

Sith Order

The Bantha's cargo bay ramp lowered, and the door opened as a board-looking scanning crew from the prison's staff walked up into the cargo bay. One approached Sinya and handed her a green plastoid card with some writing and her picture on it, a visitor badge. The other lazily scanned the three crates, being extra sloppy on the container with the smuggling compartment, one of the guards Black Sun had bribed, most likely, she tried to remember his face so she wouldn't shoot him by accident later.

"Everything appears to be in order. Wait here and the prisoners assigned to assist you will be along shortly." The guard who had given her the ID said before disappearing down the ramp with his partner leaving them alone for the moment.

 

[Kinley Pryse]

You've been hit by... you've been struck by...

I've got friends in low places and enemies in graves
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Kinley was, oddly enough, enjoying prison. Doing time came with the territory in her line of work, and truth be told, the break from her boss, Flint, was more than welcome. She'd used her inmate credits to call home and make sure someone was checking in on her dad. With no pressing obligations and no Flint breathing down her neck, it almost felt like a vacation. Anything was better than dealing with that smug, slippery bastard. What she didn't know was that Flint wasn't exactly the patient type—and he'd already greased the right palms to pull her out, whether she wanted it or not.

Her first suspicion was the small riot happening in the yard. She noticed a large blue individual enjoy the chaos and raised her eyebrows. She was curious what this was about but she knew better than to outright ask. Instead she slunk over with her hands in her pocket, chewing gum and grinned.

"I've got ten credits on the Rodian. He looks like a scrapper." ​

Tags: Interacting with: Kasmion Duum
Nearby: CT-312 Jacen Breska Sinya Tarkona

A Smooth Criminal

 

[Kasmion Duum]

"I've got ten credits on the Rodian. He looks like a scrapper."

Kasmion gave Kinley a double take. At a surface level, she felt all out of step with the context. That could suggest a non-standard mind. It could also just mean she knew something he didn't. There was a seat available at a vacated table. He took it and various participants decided independently not to include that table in their various participations.

"I know why I'm not worried," he said, returning his focus to the growing brawl. "What interests me is why you aren't worried."

h/t Sinya Tarkona​

Immediate: Kinley Pryse
Elsewhere: CT-312 Jacen Breska

 

[The Madclaw]

A riot.

The white-furred Wookiee at the weight bench with the digital weight set paused his next repetition as the violence began, seeping like a small leak in a dam, then bursting out in a torrent of fists and claws.

When one spent decades in the prison systems of the galaxy, you began to appreciate the subtle differences. Never quite exactly the same.

The Silverback got to his feet with false lethargy, looking around at the tiny pathetic insects that passed for sapients around him assaulting each other. One bumped into him by accident. He could have let it pass.

He did not.

Seizing the entire bench - the digital weights were bolted down - he raised it overhead and brought it down on the skull of the prisoner who had bumped into him. He crumpled to the floor.

The Silverback bared his fangs and let the thrill of the violence run through his veins. No law here but that of the jungle.

He prowled forward, seeking his next victim.

* * *

A Gran flew past Kasmion Duum and Kinley Pryse ’s table with a bleat of terror before crunching into the ground.

 

[CT-312]

//: Jacen Breska Sinya Tarkona | OPEN //:
//: [Nearby] Kinley Pryse Kasmion Duum The Madclaw //:
//: Anoat - Karthak Prison Complex //:
//: ATTIRE //:
//: OBJECTIVE 2 - Lock & Loaded //:

Just as they were about to enter the laundry room, the security droid standing in front stopped Senn and Rook. Informing the two of double duty, laundry and shipment. Rook could’ve sworn the metal junk was squinting at her as it was addressing Senn’s expression of smiling. The droid took a threatening step forward, ushering them to get a move on.

The corridor between the laundry and docking bay was longer than it needed to be. Narrow and harshly lit. Light buzzing with old wiring and humming pipes that lined the ceiling filled the air. Walls stained of rust from decades of neglect. Every few meters there was another camera. Another sensor. Rook counted and memorized them all.

Her thoughts and persona briefly flickered back to her normal self. Boots thudding softly on the cracked flooring. Orange jumpsuit swaying with every step. CT-312’s serial number KRK-9812 felt like a brand on her chest. The Scout missed the weight of her armor. Helmet making her anonymous and suited up, dangerous. Now she was just another face. Another number among the damned. And yet, she was more lethal now than ever. A Nexu in a senator’s robe. Even so, the absence of armor left a discomfort she couldn’t shake.

As they neared the docking section, the air changed. It was less humid. There were a few other prisoners waiting by the door. Stopped by another security droid, scanning IDs. “Identification”. It was finally Rook’s turn. Taking out her prison ID, the red light flashed green on the droid. Walking in, waiting with the other prisoners in the cargo bay. The Bantha’s cargo ramped lower and the door opened. Her eyes recognized their contact immediately. A guard came back up from the ramp, after scanning Sinya Tarkona ID, heading straight to Rook and Senn.

“You two. Get down there and bring up those boxes.” pointing his thumb at the blue Twi'lek surrounded by a few crates at the bottom of the bay. Making their way down, stopping short in front. “Rook," she introduced herself. Giving a nod to Sinya "We’re the ones being assigned to you.”

 

[Jacen Breska]

OBJ2: LOCK AND LOAD ​

WEARING:: Jacen’s Prison Jumpsuit
EQUIPMENT: Nothing
LOCATION: :: ANOAT PRISON ::
TAG: CT-312 Sinya Tarkona Kinley Pryse Kasmion Duum The Madclaw

Jacen immediately set himself to work, folding cleaned uniforms that had just finished their cycle and putting dirty uniforms in to begin theirs, and in between tasks, he looked at CT-312 and giggled to himself, "I don't think this is something I'll forget anytime soon," he said, staring at her out of her armor in the prison jumpsuit. He felt the same way she must have felt. Exposed. Naked, almost. But for someone who had only showed their face to Jacen a time or two before? This must have been agony. She appeared to be working fast, eager to simply complete their mission so she could hide back inside her protective shell like a turtle.

"I'm beginning to sense you're not allowing yourself to really absorb this experience, Rook," he said, emphasizing her 'name' as he set down a cleanly pressed uniform. He remained careful to not give the game away, talking as vaguely as possible as he attempted to torment his friend. "Now instead of whatever chit covered clothing you wore before, you get to wear this," he held his hand up, as if displaying his uniform, "Nice, orange, vibrant. Breathable. Not very shiv-resistant, though." he said with a wink, "I think I make it look good. Not that it's a contest," a beat passed, "But I'm winning."

With a quiet laugh, he returned to folding the last of the uniforms, stacking them onto the trolley. Delivering them to the cells and collecting the next load would come later towards the end of the day. That's what made laundry duty such a prized job position, Jacen had learned. There was quite a bit of downtime while the machines worked and the laundry was folded. But of course, whenever there was double duty it was always the Laundry teams that got it. That was the tradeoff of pulling Laundry. Theoretically an easier day, but the threat of double duty loomed over-head.

When they finished their work and exited the Laundry room, it came as no surprise when the Droid immediately began ushering them towards their next work destination in the Shipping area. Outside, a couple of guards stood outside a scanner as they processed inmates waiting to begin their workday in the Hangar. The line of inmates was dying down by the time the pair arrived, and after a short wait Jacen was called forward to present his identification card, which he did with a smile. The flash of green and lack of alarm signaled his ready to work.

Upon passing the door, both of them were immediately assigned to a blue twi-lek woman. A woman he recognized.

This is all going so well, he thought to himself.

He smiled, then nodded at the guard, who took the smile on his face as nothing more then contentment at being assigned to work for a beautiful Twi-Lek, and together with 312 moved to present himself to this contact of theirs.

"Senn," he said, following 312's lead with a quick nod and smiled, then looked at the boxes around them, "Nice to meet you and all," he said with a nod, then leaned over to look at the guard who had assigned them before looking back at Sinya, "I'll let you two hash out the details, all I need to know is--" he pointed at the boxes around them, "Which of these can I start moving so the guards don't start beating our asses for wasting time?"

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[Kinley Pryse]

You've been hit by... you've been struck by...

Gotta Pistol For a Mouth My Old Mama Gave Me That​

"I know why I'm not worried," he said, returning his focus to the growing brawl. "What interests me is why you aren't worried."

This was an odd reply and Kinley tilted her head with a quizzical smile on her face. Odd ducks were always fun to the woman and she could tell this man was a bit of an odd one. Before she had time to reply however a mad Wookie had thrown a Gran their way. Kinley recognized the white Wookie as one who had taken an arm off a Trandoshan in a bar one time. She was not in any hurry to go head to head with the ferocious beast if she could help it.

"Think its time to take a walk."

She scooted past the table and the Gran grabbed her leg, moaning. She bent down and helped the prisoner up just as some of the droid guards started to shout for the prisoners to knock it off.

"Metal heads ruin everything."

Indirect Tags: The Madclaw Kasmion Duum

A Smooth Criminal

 

[Kasmion Duum]

A Gran flew past Kasmion Duum Kasmion Duum and Kinley Pryse Kinley Pryse ’s table with a bleat of terror before crunching into the ground.

"Think its time to take a walk."

She scooted past the table and the Gran grabbed her leg, moaning. She bent down and helped the prisoner up just as some of the droid guards started to shout for the prisoners to knock it off.

"Metal heads ruin everything."

Kasmion winced at the psychic noise of the Gran's suddenly proximal confusion and terror. He didn't see the need to help anyone to help anyone; nobody helping was sort of the point. The riot needed to get worse.

But then again, he had empathy for the Gran species, and getting off his ass to be visibly part of a visibly more serious situation could only help. He helped dust off the bruised Gran.

The guard droids, not respected nor listened to, became louder and more numerous, a good thing.

To ensure coordination with those taking advantage of this distraction, he stretched out through his mind's eye and found people radiating a sense of purpose.

RIOT IN FULL SWING. NOW IS YOUR CHANCE.

CT-312 Jacen Breska Sinya Tarkona

 

[Sinya Tarkona]

Objective: 2 "Lock and Load"
Location: Wild Bantha, Karthak Prison landing pad.
Equipment: Stashed in smuggling compartment.
Tags: Kinley Pryse // Jacen Breska // CT-312 // Kasmion Duum

Sinya looked Rook and Senn over, quickly recognizing them as the two Sith Order contacts she was meeting here. She wasn't surprised when one of them, Senn, quickly jumped into action, he, well, both of them, had the look of people who didn't find inactivity appealing.

"Each of you grab a repulser cart and grab one of these two crates, I got this one." Sinya said and pointed towards the two crates that were exactly what they seemed to be, she didn't trust anyone not of her crew to handle the special crate until the time came.

She started pushing her crate quickly, looking to get herself and her two contacts away from the earshot and, more importantly, line of sight, of the guards.

Once there, she spoke up again. "Look, I can give you two your gear, let you get on with your mission and extract you as the contact says.

Sinya paused, "Or, I can scratch your back and you can scratch mine. I have another prisoner to extract, one Kinley Pryse. We get into the armoury, we can arm prisoners and make finding out what ever your mission was here a hell of a lot harder and picking up my passenger a bit easier."

As Sinya bent down and started to open up the smuggling compartment on her container, there was a loud alarm, several quick blasts to broadcast that there was a riot. Quickly, Sinya grabbed out the two blaster carbines and passed one to each Rook and Senn, then pulled out a pair of A-180 blaster pistols, slipped them into her empty holsters, put a comlink in her pocket, and then held out a bag full of EMP charges and a slicer's datapad.

"Frak it. What do the two of you say we just bumrush our two objectives together, loud, dumb, and messy? If you need cooperation from any other prisoners let them know I can give them a ride off this rock, I can take twenty all comfortable like, more if they don't mind sitting on the cargo bay floor."

 

[CT-312]

//: Jacen Breska Sinya Tarkona | OPEN //:
//: [Nearby] Kinley Pryse Kasmion Duum The Madclaw //:
//: Anoat - Karthak Prison Complex //:
//: ATTIRE //:
//: OBJECTIVE 2 - Lock & Loaded //:

“Oh, I’ve been really absorbing the experience Senn.” Rook said with a cheerful smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. More murder than cheer. "Really embracing my creative freedom." She flashed a grin, casual and cold. "You'd be surprised what you can turn into a shiv with enough motivation." Picking up a folded uniform, shook it out with a snap, then folded it with slow precision. "Red looks good with orange." she added, locking eyes with Senn. Her expression unreadable, calm as ever.

—

Rook grabbed the handle of the repulsor cart. Falling into a step aside Sinya. The crate was heavier than it looked, but manageable. Eyes scanning as their contact spoke of another objective to add onto the mission.

Kinley Pryse . Prisoner extraction.

Unexpected, but not a liability. Rook listened in silence. It didn’t compromise their mission. The defector still needed to be eliminated and the extraction remained the same. If anything, chaos made things simpler. Rook’s assessments were cut short by a loud blare that could be heard all over the Prison complex.

Three bursts. Loud. Sharp. A drone voice emitted:
“ALERT: RIOT IN PROGRESS. ALL UNITS RESPOND TO CENTRAL DETENTION”

Her muscles tensed, senses sharpened. This was optimal conditions, sensors would be distracted. Patterns broken. Droids would cluster around the epicenter of violence. Thinning out the perimeter. It was the kind of opening you couldn’t plan for.

RIOT IN FULL SWING. NOW IS YOUR CHANCE.

Static went through Rook’s skull. A whisper. In her mind. It wasn’t a voice she recognized. It wasn’t heard in any normal way. But it rooted itself like a command line in a HUD system. She wanted to question it, but now was not the time. The rest of her moved. Grabbing the A-180’s without second thought from Sinya. The familiar weight of a gun in her hands, comlink slid into her pocket. She grabbed the bag of EMP charges and the slicer’s datapad. “Hold the bay. Lock it down. We’ll find Kinley and circle back.” Turning to Sinya. “Keep in contact”

Patting Senn on the shoulder as she began walking pass by him. “Change of plans,” Turning back tossing a few EMP charges his way. ”We’re taking advantage of the riot that’s going on.” Rook didn’t wait for a reply. It was double-time now. “We have a new add-on. Kinley Pryse is part of the mission now.”

As they moved towards the lower east wing with blaster in hand, cameras were shot out clean. “Anyone who wants off this rock can come with. That's if they keep up and help out. First stop is the armory. Lower east wing. Let’s go” Corridors that once had multiple patrol droids now only have a few scattered in the area. It seems the majority of the droids started to converge in the common area of the riot. 'How big was the riot for the majority of the droids to be gone' Rook wondered.

Shooting the singular droid in their way, its body hit the ground with a loud thud. It was almost too easy. No alarms reset, no reinforcements came. The riot had pulled the whole prison’s attention like moths to a flame. Whatever that whisper was, she didn’t care. It was right.

 

[Jacen Breska]

OBJ2: LOCK AND LOAD ​

WEARING:: Jacen’s Prison Jumpsuit
EQUIPMENT: Blaster Carbine | 2 EMP Grenades
LOCATION: :: ANOAT PRISON ::
TAG: Kinley Pryse CT-312 Kasmion Duum Sinya Tarkona The Madclaw

Jacen smiled and nodded. No need for a discussion here. Great, he thought as he stepped closer to the cart and started to move it along, humming quietly to himself as he passed by the dock guard supervisor. Once they got further away, out of ear shot, The smuggler, Sinya, began to speak more about their contract and objectives.

He raised an eyebrow and looked over at ‘Rook’, then looked back at Sinya. “We’re just here to settle our business. I’m not looking to help you settle-” he paused mid sentence and looked up at the ceiling as an alarm began to sound and red lights flooded the corridor. Jacen cursed under his breath and looked back down at ‘Rook’, before meeting Sinya’s gaze again. This changed things, he thought. This made getting out even harder, more chaotic. Now they weren’t operating on their own timeline. And that meant he had to play ball.

“Alright. Fine,” he said with a slight scowl as he grabbed the offered blaster and inspected it. It’d do. He raised his eyes again, “Long as there’s a spot for us on your ship, I honestly don’t give a damn about anyone else,” he shrugged a shoulder and grabbed the datapad and a couple EMPs, reaching up and putting it inside a pocket on his jumpsuit.

“Loud dumb and messy it is.”

Jacen turned around and began heading back towards the main dock area. The guards there had already corralled the inmates, keeping them nice and docile in a small group in the middle of the room.

No time was wasted. Almost immediately, Jacen’s blaster was brought up and with cold precision he dropped three of the four. The lead guard was the only one who had time to turn around and see.
“Wait, Senn,” he said, throwing his own blaster and stun baton to the ground as he threw his hands up and got on his knees. “C’mon, you don’t have to, I won’t be trouble, man, come on!” He pleaded, his eyes full of begging.

Jacen hummed for a second in near silent thought. Inside his mind, a conflict raged. A moral dilemma. This man may be working for a private prison, but he was still a servant of the Sith, as Jacen himself was. And he was just doing his job.

…But, he decided, he was just doing his as well. And the only way to make sure the guard didn’t cause a problem? Was to make sure there was no guard.
He centered the begging man in the sights of the weapon and fired. A single arc of superheated red plasma shot forth and struck him. Smoke billowed from the guards chest as he collapsed backwards onto the ground unmoving.
The prisoners all looked at the trio, eyes wide, then looked at eachother. A single, roarious cheer broke out amongst the inmates and they all collectively rose to their feet and as one decided it was time to commandeer Sinya’s ship to escape. Almost as quickly, the auto cannons on the ship whirred to life and sighted their targets. Almost as quickly, the group of prisoners, themselves, were smoking heaps upon the floor.

It all happened before Jacen, or anyone, could warn them off. Stupid, he thought. What a stupid mistake a quick question would have solved.

Oh well.

He shrugged and turned away. The detector situated at the entrance whirred and beeped in protest as the trio passed, armed with weapons the automated systems might consider to be slightly dangerous. As they passed back through the corridors, sounds of chaos erupted from outside, in the cellblock proper. Blaster bolts and screams of rage drowned out the sound of the alarms.

Jacen exitted the corridor and kept his weapon up, keeping an eye out for any droids or guards that’d decide to try their luck. Most of them kept their attention firmly on the rabble. A couple of enforcement droids kept a big group of prisoners pinned down. That’s a helpful distraction, Jacen thought to himself as he fished an EMP out of his pocket, armed and chucked it at the crowd. A near imperceptible ticking played before a wave of blue erupted from the sphere, causing arcs of lightning to cover the enforcement droids bodies before they fell to the ground.

“Up and fight!” Jacen yelled, taking the stairs two steps at a time, “We’re getting out of here!” A cheer erupted as the prisoners rose and joined the riot.

“That’ll help,” he said quietly to himself as they made their way past gated areas overrun with rioting prisoners and struggling guards. Every few steps or so an enforcement droid would try to stop them. A few blasts to the center chassis would send them tumbling down to the floor below.
Finally, Jacen arrived at the sealed armory door and approached the control console.
“Alrighty,” he muttered, pulling the datapad out of his jumpsuit, “Easy peasy.”
He pulled a cable from the pad with a scomp link at the end and plugged it into the console’s computer socket. “Alrighty…” he repeated as lines of code and commands scrawled across the top of the datapad. It flashed green and the thick bulkhead door for the armory hissed and swung open.
“Welcome to the Armory,” he said with a smile, looking back at the others present as he rose back to his feet and stepped inside. A riot vest immediately shot out to him, as did a scatter blaster. Immediately, Jacen threw the vest on over his jumpsuit and slung the scatter blaster around his back before stepping out. A small group of prisoners began trickling in, and Jacen stepped to the side, waving them in with a smile, “Help yourself out, friends,” he said happily, and the prisoners cheered. “Does anyone know a Kinley Pryse? And a prisoner with the designation KRK-8473?” He asked as they passed by. A few heads looked at him and shook no in passing, but one stepped forward. An older man covered in scars. “Aye,” he said as he approached. He told Jacen where to find Kinley, and that the inmate he and 312 were looking for was indeed locked inside protective custody. Luckily, heading to one led to the other. Kinley was in a cell block on the way to protective custody. Jacen nodded, and slapped the man on the shoulder appreciatively as he turned and went his own way. “Alright,” he said, “On to Kinley.”

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