Alexis Thulia
Character
Just another quiet day in cell block I-47. It had been around three days since the prisoners were allowed out of their cells and into the common area. From the way things had been going as of late, it would likely be another three or four before that happened. The First Order officials that ran this particular facility seemed less and less inclined to allow their prisoners any sort of basic rights. Not that this was surprising in any way. This was the First Order, after all--not very well known for their hospitality. At least not known to Alexis Thulia.
The bounty hunter known as Brighthawk lay on her cot, datapad in hand as she plugs in her day's entry. The 'pad has been a steady companion of sorts. Something she can always rely on to be there. She enjoys being able to set her mind to something, rather than staring at the gray blastplate walls surrounding her. Every once in a while, she recalls the cryptic message she had received months ago. This message was what granted her the datapad in the first place. It has relayed information about some sort of "plan". From the sound of it, someone somewhere wanted her out of this prison. Enough to possibly break her out themselves. Alexis was quick to delete the message, lest someone find it and suspect her of attempted escape. She never let herself get her hopes up. Never once counted the days to her potential rescue. The thought seemed foolish, and she would not allow herself to get lost in folly ideals of freedom or rescue.
She had resigned herself to her fate by this point. Five years seemed like a long time to wait for death. You'd think they could at least put us on some secure world or something. At least let us LIVE OUT our last days. This was a thought she often had. One that she knew was foolish, but still it came all the same. Groaning, she laid the datapad aside and stared at the ceiling.
Just then, the loud hiss of a cell door opening sounded. She quickly stashed the datapad in its usual hiding place--a small nook between the wall and her cot--before the stormtrooper on the other side of the door could see. She sat up on the cot and stared at the white-armored soldier, her eyes narrow. "And just what do you want, bucket head?" she asked in a tone of disgust.
"Shore leave. You've been granted access to the common area for the day. Just keep out of trouble if you know what's good for you."
Without another word, the 'trooper walked away, leaving the door open behind him. She was familiar with this so called "shore leave". Not that she ever partook. There was nothing more out there than in her cell. Alexis liked to keep to herself whenever she could help it. So why did she suddenly feel the urge to actually leave her cell now? Unable to formulate a reason and not really caring to try, she rose to her feet and walked to the door. She peaked her head out, looking down both sides of the gantry that overlooked the large common area. Other prisoners could be seen stepping out of their cells, Alexis following suit as she approached the metal railing.
Looking back into her cell, she shrugged and vaulted over the railing, landing neatly on the floor below. Her small feat drew the attention of few people, those it did only glancing in her direction for a moment. She looked around again and decided to occupy an empty space beneath one of the stairwells. Socializing still wasn't on the menu, even if she had decided to join the masses for once.
The bounty hunter known as Brighthawk lay on her cot, datapad in hand as she plugs in her day's entry. The 'pad has been a steady companion of sorts. Something she can always rely on to be there. She enjoys being able to set her mind to something, rather than staring at the gray blastplate walls surrounding her. Every once in a while, she recalls the cryptic message she had received months ago. This message was what granted her the datapad in the first place. It has relayed information about some sort of "plan". From the sound of it, someone somewhere wanted her out of this prison. Enough to possibly break her out themselves. Alexis was quick to delete the message, lest someone find it and suspect her of attempted escape. She never let herself get her hopes up. Never once counted the days to her potential rescue. The thought seemed foolish, and she would not allow herself to get lost in folly ideals of freedom or rescue.
She had resigned herself to her fate by this point. Five years seemed like a long time to wait for death. You'd think they could at least put us on some secure world or something. At least let us LIVE OUT our last days. This was a thought she often had. One that she knew was foolish, but still it came all the same. Groaning, she laid the datapad aside and stared at the ceiling.
Just then, the loud hiss of a cell door opening sounded. She quickly stashed the datapad in its usual hiding place--a small nook between the wall and her cot--before the stormtrooper on the other side of the door could see. She sat up on the cot and stared at the white-armored soldier, her eyes narrow. "And just what do you want, bucket head?" she asked in a tone of disgust.
"Shore leave. You've been granted access to the common area for the day. Just keep out of trouble if you know what's good for you."
Without another word, the 'trooper walked away, leaving the door open behind him. She was familiar with this so called "shore leave". Not that she ever partook. There was nothing more out there than in her cell. Alexis liked to keep to herself whenever she could help it. So why did she suddenly feel the urge to actually leave her cell now? Unable to formulate a reason and not really caring to try, she rose to her feet and walked to the door. She peaked her head out, looking down both sides of the gantry that overlooked the large common area. Other prisoners could be seen stepping out of their cells, Alexis following suit as she approached the metal railing.
Looking back into her cell, she shrugged and vaulted over the railing, landing neatly on the floor below. Her small feat drew the attention of few people, those it did only glancing in her direction for a moment. She looked around again and decided to occupy an empty space beneath one of the stairwells. Socializing still wasn't on the menu, even if she had decided to join the masses for once.
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