I Love It When a Plan Comes Together!

[C.W. Desric]

The corridor was quiet except for the occasional sound of a heavy, durasteel door opening, the footsteps of an armed guard, and the constant tapping of the heavy rain as it tapped against the blaster-resistant windows of each cell.

Each cell was incredibly dark and damp, the only light source produced from a flickering light outside of each cell. The unmistakable stench of Correlian whiskey and urine. Suddenly, all was silent and considering the current condition, quite peaceful.

Suddenly, the sound of an ear-piercing shriek raced down the corridor. "AMMONIA! THEY'RE USING AMMONIA!", The voice shrieked. Most would be capable of determining that the panicked and deranged voice belonged to the one and only former pilot, C.W. Desric.

"SHUT THE KARK UP, DESRIC!", the obviously irritated voice of a towering, muscular guard beamed. "AMMONIA! THEY'RE USING AMMONIA!", C.W. barked once again, only to be interrupted by his screams as the guard's stun stick once again touched him.

"Eh...Come on.", the voice of the guard muttered once again. Slowly, the entrance of the cell slid open and the two guards would exit the cell, the door slowly sliding back into place.

With a grin, C.W. slowly pulled himself up, leaning against the cold, concrete wall. Blood dripped from his nose as he slowly turned his attention down to the floor. "HEY, BILLY! GET OFF MY LEG!", C.W. shrieked again.

Each prisoner on the cell block was used to this annoyance. C.W. would have full conversations at hours at a time with a non-existent Womp-Rat that he believed occupied his cell.

"BILLY!"

[member="Adson Rennek"]

 

[Darth Hashira]

Hearing the screams of his companion did not seem to affect Adson, instead he merely pushed his chair back against the wall of the cell he and [member="C.W. Desric"] occupied, shut his eyes, and awaited his immanent return. When C.W. was shoved into the small 5 meter by 3 meter cell, Adson awoke from his half slumber.

''It takes a real arsehole man to hit a man where he's weak, hope I never get to that level.'' Adson said staring at the obviously horrified C.W. waiting for the guard to leave.

''Shut up Adson before I come in there and give you some of that ammonia to'' The guard said walking away

''One of you blindfolded me and did that once, remember? I thought it was the slop you guys dig up and feed us'' Adson said yelling down the corridor with a hearty laugh.

After waiting a few moments and peering out into the corridor, Adson began to feel around the side of his mattress. Finding it rather quickly, Adson pulled at a string unraveling a small hole, reaching inside he produced a small electronic device.

''Ready?'' Adson asked C.W.

 

[C.W. Desric]

"Ready as always!", C.W. barked, slowly heading for the cell door. He was clearly nervous as he muttered the lyrics to a Tattoine Blues tune, glancing around nervously. Slowly, he kneeled down, slowly stroking a non-existent object. "Sorry, Billy! Can't do much about it!", C.W. chuckled, slowly pulling himself to his feet. "Cigar Man! You sure this is gonna work? The whole plan could floppity-flop, ya' know what I'm saying?!", He said.

Slowly, the door to the corridor slid open once again, a large, hulking guard stepped through the door, a large cart in front of him. The guard proceeded to come to a halt at each stop, temporarily opening the cell to pass the prisoner contained inside a small tray of inedible, processed garbage they considered 'food'.

Slowly, C.W. leaned against the cell door, whistling loudly as he ignored the guard's demands to back away from the cell.

"PRISONER! BACK. AWAY. FROM. THE. DOOR!", The guard shouted. C.W.'s whistling only grew louder as he examined his filthy fingernails. "PRISONER! I WILL GIVE YOU THREE SECONDS! EXACTLY THREE SECONDS TO BACK AWAY FROM THAT DAMN DOOR BEFORE I KARKIN' GOUGE OUT YOUR EYEBALLS AND-", however, the guard was interrupted as C.W. quickly flashed a grin at [member="Adson Rennek"], before stepping back into his cell, allowing the guard to enter with the tray.

 

[Darth Hashira]

Adson smashed the electronic device against the guards head, the device sent a powerful electronic shock through the guards body, dropping him to the ground. Adson grabbed the guards body as to not make a loud sound. Lowering his large frame to the ground, Adson grabbed the Stouker Concussion Rifle, and handed [member="C.W. Desric"] the guard's side arm.

Acting quickly, Adson raised the concussion rifle and aimed it at the other guard's leg, who was standing across the hall, also giving out rations. He pulled the trigger and the guard dropped to the ground. Running across the hall, Adson bashed the rifle's butt into the head of the guard, producing a loud, bone splitting CRACK.

''I'd say I'm sorry but that'd make me a liar'' Adson said to the incapacitated guard, looking around for more guards.

Adson looked down the corridor on either side of him, and then motioned for C.W. to come out.