Public Jailbreak: Take Two

[Shin Vandosh]

MaxSec Penal Colony, Uncharted Asteroid, Deep Outer Rim
Guards: Riot troops with Electrostaffs and Electrobolt Rifles.
Droids: RC-AD Riot Control / Assault Droids, with twin Z-6 Rotary Cannons and Frag Grenade Launcher.​

Wearing : X | Gear : X | Interacting With: Open

The magnacuffs were heavy around his wrists and ankles, the thick bands nearly tight enough to cut off his circulation - nearly, but not quite. His arms outstretched, his feet together, he hung limply in the grasp of the containment field, the blue striations of the field playing across his cuffs in the dim lighting. Beyond the glowing orbs of the containment field, a ringed force field emanated from the ground and ceiling, a high-voltage force cage to add yet another layer of containment. The coup de grace was of course the giant turadium vault, ten meters by ten meters with one meter thick walls, that contained these cages - and the meter thick blast door that sealed the entrance.​

"It's a little bit of overkill, yeah?" Shin muttered under his breath, his voice echoing off the metal walls. Annoyingly, he spun in place, the containment field happy to spin him like some rotating store display. "What, afraid I'll use some of your toys!? EH!? Afraid I'll get angry!?" Shin struggled against the cuffs, the field no more movable than cement, the action futile - in response the containment field shocked him, the actinic blue electricity coursing across his body. By the time it stopped, visible smoke rose in wisps, and Shin sagged against his restraints as stars danced across his vision. "Cowards! COWARDS! Come and face me!"​

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The field shocked him once more, this time sending a stronger current through Shin - an arcing white current that left visible burns around his ankles and wrists, promptly shocking him into unconsciousness. Normally reserved for only the most violent prisoners, the shocks would do no lasting harm. Even now, the burns slowly went from red and blistered to smooth and unblemished, the Firrerreo's unique physiology healing the wounds as if they had never been there.​

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Outside the cell, the uniformed riot guards looked at each other, the Firrerreo's shouts being able to be heard even through the blast door.​

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"He's...uh...pretty worked up." Said the guard on the left, gripping his electrostaff a little more tightly.​

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"Ignore him." Insisted his companion on the right.​

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"...What's he in for?" Continued the guard on the left, turning to make sure the status lights for the cell were all in the green.​

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"Says he's wrongly accused, but then he went and killed a bunch of guards at his old prison. Now he's here for biomedical research. Giving back to society and shazz." His companion responded.​

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"Bio...medical?" The unease in the left guard's voice was clear, and yet again his companion turned to look at him yet again.​

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"They test cybernetics on him; his physiology lets him heal from nearly anything, stave off infection, rejection, and more."​

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"Doesn't that make him...really dangerous?" The guard on the left asked, sparing another uneasy glance to the display panel to double-check the locks.​

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"Yes. Yes it does. That's why he's in there - and why we're out here."​

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"Oh. Oh...that's...good..." The guard on the left replied meekly.​

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Silently, an RC-AD droid drifted by, the guards straightening slightly as it passed down the sterile hallway. Dimly, behind the blast door, the prisoner laughed and cackled as he was shocked again. Inwardly, the guard on the left winced. Why had he taken this job? They had styled it as a promotion, but this was more like...​

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"Ah, geez, I gotta bad feeling about this."​

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[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The approach through the asteroid belt was tight, but Valery guided her X-wing safely until the colony came into view. The transponder codes she had been provided were already cycling through, and the heavy doors of the docking bay opened slowly to receive her. She powered down the engines once she was inside, the hiss of the canopy releasing as she readied herself to depart from her ship.

Sliding out of the cockpit, she adjusted her belt and allowed her eyes to scan the hangar. It was utilitarian in design and lined with security personnel who kept their attention fixed on her. The presence of a Jedi here was unusual, and that much was clear in the way they shifted slightly when she walked past.

She had not come to visit any prisoners. At least, not yet. Her focus was on the prison itself, and whether it could handle the kind of transfers her cell was expecting in the near future. If their efforts continued, there would be more captures, and the Rebels needed a place that could hold dangerous prisoners without constant risk of escape or collateral damage.

"Master Noble," a guard greeted, "We received your signal. The Warden is ready to walk you through the facility."

Valery inclined her head. "Good. Let's not waste time. If we're to bring in more, I need to know exactly what your limits are."

As she followed the escort deeper inside, the faint echo of laughter and shouting carried through the thick walls. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the sound, but she didn't comment on it yet. She would evaluate the conditions first, and then decide whether this place was as secure as they claimed.

Shin Vandosh ​

 

[Shin Vandosh]

Wearing : X | Gear : X | Interacting With: Open ( Valery Noble )

Warden Kell Yarn
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The guards escorted the Jedi through the halls, the hallways apparently deliberately labyrinthian to confuse any escape attempts. Eventually, they came to a long straightway - the hall occupied by a burly Devaronian that was flanked on either side by two RC-AD droids.​

"Master Jedi! Welcome to our little corner of the galaxy." Said the Devaronian as they drew nearer. With a large smile that didn't quite meet the eyes, he gestured widely with his hands. "We've the best prison on the outer rim! I'm glad you've chosen to tour our humble little facility." Turning, he gestured for her to follow, and he slowly walked to the end of the straightway. "Admittedly we were surprised when your, ehm, 'organization' reached out to us. But here on the rim we have no allegiances. Your money is good as anyone else's." They came to the end of the hall, and the warden input a conspicuously long code into a panel, a pair of massive blast doors slowly sliding open in response.​

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The cackling laughing and the distinct sound of electric shocks grew louder, and the warden cleared his throat in response. "Excuse me one second." Turning away, he spoke into a comlink in his sleeve, muttering briefly about "shutting that frelling idiot up" before turning back to the Jedi apologetically. "We have some...exuberant...prisoners here. But, rest assured, we have some of the best security available." The warden gestured down the hallway, at the rows and rows of vault doors. "Turadium holding vaults with primary containment fields and a secondary force cage. It can hold even a force user - so long as you bring them to us sedated. With a generous donation we can upgrade to universal energy cages - for absolute assurances of maximum containment."​

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As they passed a certain vault, the laughing grew louder, and the warden looked visibly irritated. Turning to the pair of guards that were stationed at that particular cell door, he snapped at them angrily. "I thought I told you to shut him up?"​

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The guards snapped to attention, their electrostaves clanging on the floor in a salute, the guard on the right responding. "Sir! We turned up the voltage, but it didn't do the trick. He said, I quote; 'turn it up higher skeg suckers, I'm not quite there yet.' before he lost consciousness again. Every time we shock him he just wakes up a few minutes later."​

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"Disgusting." Muttered the warden under his breath. "We'll switch to a neural disruptor collar during the next maintenance cycle." Turning to the Jedi, the warden gestured down the hall. "If you come this way, I can show you one of our exotic containment units for non-humanoids."​

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery listened to the warden and patiently looked around. She kept her gaze level as he described the vaults and containment fields, but the cackling from down the hall made her brow lift. The way the guards spoke about him, and the warden's quick talk of upgrades and collars, told her they had their struggles she needed to investigate.

"When you say it can hold a Force user, explain exactly what you mean," she said, "Who is currently held here? What sedation protocols do you use for transfer and intake? Have you had any breaches or do you have protocols in place to handle the more dangerous prisoners?" She let the questions hang for a moment, studying the man in front of her.

"If we are to use this facility for our transfers, I need full transparency. If this prisoner down the hall is as resilient as you say, as an example, I want to know how you plan to keep him in line. He seems to... spark some frustration."

Her orange eyes flicked once more toward the vaults, then back to the warden.

Shin Vandosh ​

 

[Shin Vandosh]

Wearing : X | Gear : X | Interacting With: Open ( Valery Noble )

"We hold one thousand prisoners at any given time, only those of MaxSec level or above - those are your force users, those with strange physiology or abilities, or the regular who are too criminally insane to be kept with the general population." The warden's words came easily and quickly - despite his brusque and burly appearance, it seemed that he took an amount of pride in his occupation. "For intake and transfer, we utilize an intravenous smart tranquilizer blend based on the FGA-583 nerve agent. We administer two hundred micrograms per kilogram, titrated in one hundred microgram doses; this in preparation to carbonite freezing, of course."​

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The warden paused "I can go on, but I assure you that we have contingencies and protocols for every conceivable scenario." The warden hesitated, then inclined his head, relenting. "But, I understand - you're a new customer, and you will be delivering the most dangerous of prisoners to us. You are right to be...concerned."​

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The warden gestured at the guards. "Open the cell. Level two containment." The guards looked at each other worldessly, before each turned to a separate panel on the wall. It required two guards to open a cell it seemed. After a moment of the respective sensors scanning their palms, the blast door slowly unlocked and swung open with a hydraulic hiss. Inside, the force fields glowed brighter, revealing the surly prisoner, his prison garb numbering him 711517. He wild and feral looking, the man's developed canines and golden eyes making him look more beast than human.​

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"Well well well...the puppet-master himself. Come to monitor more experiments?" The prisoner bared his teeth, even as the field rotated him out of view. As it turned him back into view, he was still snarling. "Coward! And you, witch!" He turned his attention to the Jedi, making note of the lightsaber at her hip. "Have you no pride? You are a traitor to your species, Keshian!" The prisoner spat, his spittle sizzling against the force-field harmlessly.​

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The warden cleared his throat. "As you can see from the prisoner's physiology, he is Firrerreo. Were he a force-user, he would be entirely cut off from the force and entirely helpless. The prisoner's base-line physiology keeps him regenerating. As such, periodic unconsciousness is the best we can do. It's less that he isn't contained, and more we don't bother wasting the meds to keep him constantly sedated. As such, there is nothing to fear..." The warden gestured. "How is that, for transparency?"​

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[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery followed as the cell opened, her eyes narrowing slightly when the fields flared and the prisoner came into view. She let her gaze move over him slowly, taking in the sharp canines, the golden eyes, and the raw presence that radiated off him. He was strong, certainly, and handsome in a rough and dangerous way. But there was no mistaking the threat he carried, nor the feral edge that lingered in every word.

She did not react when he spat his insults at her. Instead, she watched him calmly. Only when the field rotated him back into view did she shift her attention toward the warden again.

"I appreciate your candor," she said at last, "This gives me a clearer sense of what your facility is capable of. You have measures in place, and that is important." Her eyes flicked back toward the prisoner once more before returning to the warden.

"But I have one more question." Her tone sharpened just slightly. "He mentioned experiments. What exactly did he mean by that?"

Shin Vandosh ​

 

[Shin Vandosh]

Wearing : X | Gear : X | Interacting With: Open ( Valery Noble )

In the background, the Firrerreo cursed loudly, continuing his stream of insults as he rotated in place. The rotation only made him angrier, the prisoner virtually in a lather as he became more and more inventive with his expletives. The devaronian, for his part, ignored the prisoner, contemplating how to answer the Jedi. "That's a little...complicated." The devaronian shrugged. "This facility is sponsored by numerous governments, corporations, banks, etcetera. You don't run a third-party prison installation on the outer rim without cutting deals across a variety of organizations." The prisoner scoffed loudly, using an inventive curse that heavily suggested penetration of numerous orifices by the devaronian's horns. "This big fella's incarceration is sponsored by MidiGen Biologics - they test out cyberware and pharmaceuticals on him, to make them safer for the general public. It's this prisoner's way of giving back to society, and repaying the cost back to the public."​

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The prisoner spat again, an impressive phlegm missile that actually sizzled into visible smoke. "Half this hell-hole is sponsored by MidiGen! The Keshian down the row is half blind due to their pharmaceuticals. The Trandoshan in row seven is afraid of meat. How they accomplished that is a mystery."​

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"Yes, yes." Waved the devaronian. "That Keshian assassinated a senator. The Trandoshan ate six ugnaughts - alive. Most if not all experimentation is reversible." He thought, for a second. "Except maybe the meat thing. I dunno what that's about."​

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[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery listened in silence as the warden spoke, her expression gradually tightening. The further he went on, the less comfortable she became. Her gaze drifted briefly back to the Firrerreo, whose fury only seemed to grow with every word. The insults meant little to her, but the conviction behind them did.

When the devaronian finished, Valery exhaled slowly through her nose. "I understand the realities of operating a place like this," she said, "But experimentation on sentient beings, even prisoners, sits poorly with me. No matter what they have done, there are lines that should not be crossed."

She let that hang for a moment, then added, "I will need some time to consider where my prisoners are going to be taken." It was a political answer, she knew, but she meant it. There was no reality where she'd blindly agree to sending prisoners of war into prisons where they could be experimented on.

Valery then turned slightly toward the exit. "Thank you for the tour. You've given me a lot to think about." Her eyes softened just slightly, though the frown lingered. "Is there a place where I can freshen up before I depart?"

Even as she spoke, the Force stirred faintly at the edge of her awareness. A ripple, subtle but persistent, pressed against her senses like a whisper. She paused mid-step, her gaze shifting back toward the corridor. Something here was calling to her... something that told her her visit was not yet over.

Spoiler: OOC note

Apologies for the super slow reply! Life was being life, but I'm back now if you want to continue

Shin Vandosh ​

 

[Shin Vandosh]

Wearing : X | Gear : X | Interacting With: Open ( Valery Noble )

The warden inclined his head. "Of course, of course - do also keep in mind that any prisoners you send here will be privy to the rules you set for them. Likewise, your own standards will not be applied to any of MidiGen's prisoners." The devaronian shrugged, something of a noncommittal gesture.. "It's a gray area, to be true, but an important distinction."​

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The prisoner, for his part, had fallen silent; a vein throbbed in his forehead, and one of his eyes looked bloodshot. Deep from within, a low guttural snarl ripped up out of the man's gut to spill out of his lips - an animal sound that curdled the blood, and had no business coming out of a humanoid sentient. He locked eyes with the devaronian warden, holding the red alien's dispassionate gaze before spitting out a series of harsh sounding words. "Baki iti dokatu hin jiratu; urji iti baqatu hin jiru!" ​

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The words were incomprehensible to anything but a protocol droid, but the devaronian must have picked up some Firrerrese during the man's time there because he shook his head in response. "You'll never get the chance." He replied simply. Dismissively, he turned away from the alien who had gone silent, apparently content to stew in his rage.​

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The warden nodded curtly at the Jedi and her request. "Of course! We have some refreshers and a small waiting room near the main hangar - mostly for staff, but we keep it clean in case of visitors. You're welcome to use them." The warden made a move towards the exit, but then paused as he noticed her hesitation. He instantly seemed more on guard, perhaps very well educated on the peculiarities and abilities of force-users. "...Problem, ma'am?"​

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No worries! IRL comes first - glad you're doing ok.​

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery gave a small nod at the clarification, "Understood," she said with a polite smile. "If I decide to send anyone here, I will make sure the terms are clear in writing. I appreciate the distinction."

When the prisoner spoke again, her brow lifted slightly. The language was unfamiliar, but the tone was not. Still, she glanced toward the warden. "What did he say?" she asked quietly. Her gaze lingered on the Firrerreo for a moment longer, the tension between them almost palpable, before she finally turned away.

As she did, the faint ripple in the Force brushed against her again, sharp enough to make her pause mid-step. She lifted a hand to rub her left temple, exhaling through her nose before she caught the warden watching her closely. A small, dismissive smile touched her lips. "It's nothing," she said, her voice calm. "Just a bit of a headache. I'll be fine once I've freshened up."

She motioned for him to lead the way, though her eyes drifted back toward the hall one last time before she followed.

Shin Vandosh ​

 

[Shin Vandosh]

Wearing : X | Gear : X | Interacting With: Open ( Valery Noble )

The warden grimaced somewhat at the question. "He swore a blood oath to kill me. Ever heard of the Bothan Ar'krai? It's kind of like that; a complete and utter promise to do something, until the day you die."​

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Uneasily the warden watched as the two held each other's gaze. Surreptitiously, disguising the motion as adjusting his sleeves, he hit a small red button on his wrist comm. Elsewhere in the prison, the alert level increased by one, prompting rifles to be handed out, and for guards to be wary and security measures readied. The warden was a cautious man, perhaps excessively so, but one had to be when you dealt with force users every day.​

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The prisoner, facing the pair, noticed the motion. His smile grew wider, his fangs glinting in the light. Holding the woman's gaze, the tension growing, the prisoner eventually snorted. "Bilisa na basu hin dandesu, Jedai."​

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The warden cleared his throat, leading the Jedi guest out of the cell, declining to translate for the prisoner. "Well! If you'll come this way, I'll lead you back to the hangar - personally." His tone sounded friendly, but there was a firmness beneath it that brokered no negotiation. As they exited, he nodded at the two guards present - who looked visibly more tense - the pair placing their hands on the security pads and locking the cell. The walk back to the hangar was a short one, but the route was so circuitous that it made it seem much longer than it actually was - again, the corridors seemingly purposely made to confuse and confound. Eventually the pair made it to the main hangar, the warden inclining his head. "You'll find the freshers and breakroom just through that door across the way. If you need anything...don't hesitate to call. It's easy to get lost here."​