Out on Bad Behavior (PRISON BREAK)

[Alexis Thulia]

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.

[member="Ashtah Ordo"] | [member="Sibar Laval"] | [member="Ricochet"]​

 

[Ricochet]

This perhaps was Ricochet's guilty pleasure. After the assault on Skye, they had racked up a few prisoners form the Resistance. But, there were new arrivals too. Ricochet in her grey high collared fatigue uniform marched into the main lobby of the prison complex. Without her helmet the men could see her red glowing robotic left eye and the new pair of scars that ran up her lips. She glared at the prison wardens and commanded them to take her to the open area. She would inspect the inmates. Select those for re-conditioning, interrogation or shipment to the mines that they had recently established.

Flanked by a group of stormtroopers, the Fist of the First Order, as she was known, marched out into the courtyard were most of the inmates were assembled. The wardens barked at the inmates to file up in a long line. And one by one Ricochet interrogated them with her eyes. Dead stares and the robotic fluctuations of her left eye pierced into the psyche of the prisoners. She wanted to watch the move, tick and even provoke a reaction.

As she passed one of the men whispered a damning, "Imperial queen." Ricochet heard it. Pivoting on her heel she thrust out her cybernetic right arm and the gears and mechanisms that allowed her arm to do superhuman pressure gripped tightly at his neck. The man by reflex lunged to confront the arm but his flesh could not overpower her robotics. Ricochet said nothing instead continued to tax the robotics of her arm. The man gasped and hissed until he said nothing, only the audible crack of his throat wheezed out. Ricochet let go and continued her survey.

Coming to a young woman, [member="Alexis Thulia"], she stared into her eyes and then smiled. "I've read reports about this one." Ricochet began, disregarding the woman's opinion and only speaking to the warden. "Failed assassination was it?" She continued.

 

[Alexis Thulia]

Alexis had chosen her spot under the stairwell in an attempt to avoid the other prisoners. Far be it to think that she could avoid the wardens, however, so when they were suddenly calling for them all to line up, she didn't make any fuzz over it. Rolling her eyes at no one in particular, she fell in line between a human and a Rodian. They two were significantly taller than her, and she hoped this would help her avoid the eyes of the First Order cronies.

She looked around for any indication as to why they had all been lined up, finally laying eyes on a dark-haired woman as she made her way down the ranks. Alexis heard someone insult the woman just as she did. She watched as the woman spun around, gripping the man's throat, slowly squeezing the life out of him with a final crack. The man crumpled to the ground, and the woman moved on without a second glance.

It wasn't long before Alexis was staring back into that woman's cold, calculating eyes. Alexis didn't flinch or even blink. She wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of intimidating her. She did react, however, when the woman smiled, narrowing her eyes in confusion.

When the woman mentioned hearing reports about Alexis, the young girl felt a little bit of pride. However, when she mentioned the reason for her imprisonment, Alexis rolled her eyes again. "You guys should really look into your facts. That was a hunt, not an assassination. Lots more boom."

She flashed her childish grin at the woman, fully aware now that she wasn't afraid to deal with insubordination. Alexis simply didn't care, however. She wasn't going to be brought to her knees by some "Imperial queen". She had always intended to go out fighting, no matter the circumstances.

​[member="Ricochet"] | [member="Sibar Laval"] | [member="Ashtah Ordo"]​

 

[Tanith Alde]

Stormtrooper armor was uncomfortable. Or Atleast, Stolen Stormtrooper armor was. Ashtah had no way to properly tell the difference, as he had only ever had the latter on, as she was now. She had just watched [member="Ricochet"] retaliate to her ever popular nickname of Imperial queen, and as always it had ended badly for the man to say it.

She was playing honor guard today, getting a better mental map of the prison, after all, if one wanted to plan a break one hand to get inside to braek outside first. She smiled to herself, of course this was hidden by the bucket-like helmet. Why was she doing this again? Ah yes, a job, to free the a prisoner identified to her as brighthawk. This pink haired girl now looked like just the one she mentioned. She glanced around without moving her head, remembering just how many troopers were theyre. Unless this girl intended to start something now would not be the time for the prison break.

So Ashtah waited, not saying a word, not letting the prisoner, or the Fist of the First order know she was anything but a trooper. However when she had the opportunity she would subtle-y drop a small token for her to pick up once they left. On the the token was nothing damning, simply the symbol of the Mandalorians, a quiet promise this was not going to be The end for her


[member="Ricochet"] / [member="Sibar Laval"] / [member="Alexis Thulia"]