Hostile Fugitives

[Zef Halo]

Hartos Prison
Bilbringi

When a bold move to raid a military patrol near the Inner Rim goes wrong, you bet your arse you either end up on the chopping block or in a prison...for a very long time. Luckily, Bilbringi was not that extreme. You just end up in prison for many, many years on piracy charges. Stripped off his Mandalorian armor and tossed in the black and white outfits, Rohak found himself in a very precarious situation.

Until now.

It all happened at lunch. Some influential inmate's plan for escape unfolded and the whole prison turned to chaos. Makeshift prisoner weapons met the stun bolts of the wardens. Alarms rang so loud you couldn't hear your thoughts and the whole building shook when something from the outside struck its walls. The dar'manda, just like many other inmates, wasn't going to let this chance slip. He slammed the tray of his food in the head of an inmate who had a makeshift weapon with him and knocked him out cold. Rohak reached for the weapon on the ground but a rather large warden tackled him. The pirate's body withstood the force with a struggle before he was able to shove the large warden at a possibly unsuspecting inmate ([member="Greyanna Elvanshalee"]) when he realized his stupid mistake. His eyes caught the hanging chip card on the warden's belt. Rohak had just tossed away at someone else a man with a key that could potentially ease his escape.

Kark.

The dar'manda dashed right at the warden aiming to tackle him from behind.

 

[Greyanna Elvanshalee]

Great. A prison riot, and on nerfburger day at that. Grey was considerably peeved about that fact. The place hadn't exactly had the greatest of food, she had had worse, but seriously. A riot at lunch. How far was a wanted fugitive really going to get on an empty stomach and a shiv in their leg. Ridiculous.

It was chaos, obviously, and the violence wasn't limited to just guard versus prisoner. What better time to settle old scores than in the middle of all hell breaking loose. That bish from D Block who had stole a certain someones shower shoes. She was getting hers just as soon as Grey found her.

Her blonde hair, tied in a messy bun, was about all you could see in an ocean of giant aliens and flying bodies. Bobbing and weaving through the mess, she was on the prowl and oblivious to the warden stumbling her way.

Considerably smaller and unaware she was flattened to the floor and pinned under his weight. Both struggled to rise before a third body came crashing and freed Grey.

Quick to her feet, a quick inspection at these two meatheads told her all she needed. Watching the tussle, she spotted the key card and in that moment her prior beef was forgotten. Waiting for the right, she rushed in, one hand snatching the card and a foot meeting the wardens crotch.

There was no time to exchange pleasantries with the mando nor did she care. For all Grey knew he was aiming for that card. She turned to run, briefly looking back.

"Thanks for the assist! Catch you on the other side!" It wasn't sincere, almost mocking even. Well, it was a lot mocking. Grey had flashed the card purposefully before continuing her escape.

[member="Rohak Vizsla"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Rohak overwhelmed the guard but in the tussle a mischievous hand robbed him of his target. He held tight the guard's throat as he turned viciously to look up at the thief that was making her way off this chithole.

"Thanks for the assist! Catch you on the other side!"

The mocking tone aggravated him and with a punch in the guard's face out of spite, the Mandalorian jerked up and dashed after the blonde. His own long blonde-ish hair swung from side to side as he locked all focus upon the fugitive with the card he needed. All the possible slurs and curses he could hurl at the thief remained inside as both the pursued and pursuant had to take cover from the sudden appearance of armed wardens at the end of the corridor. Their escape temporarily halted as both would find themselves behind covers parallel to each other. The only thing saving her from Rohak jumping on her was that he'd turn into a practice target the moment he stepped out of his current cover.

"Give that key back!" He snarled loudly over the sounds of blaster fire and roars of prisoners. "And I won't have to rip your head off."

[member="Greyanna Elvanshalee"]