Tayla Tundric
Character
Location: Orbit of Mon Gazza
Region: Mid Rim
"Eat up, your Highness," the guard said sarcastically as he tossed the container of food under the laser rays of the prison cell.
The container slid across the floor, stopping just short of where the Twi'lek prisoner was laying in her bed. She opened her eyes after a brief moment and pondered the metallic gray walls around her, one arm resting under her head.
"Oh, Kedeon. That joke is just as funny as the first time you told it....two years ago, and every day since," she responded sarcastically.
Outside of the cell, blocked off as it was by the laser beams, the human guard chuckled dryly. "And I'll tell it for as long as we're here."
Who knows how long that will be, Tayla thought to herself. Instead of engaging in any more conversation with Kedeon, she simply turned away on her other side and closed her eyes, the gray walls melting into clouds of black as she allowed sleep to return.
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It was some hours later when the guards let her out for her daily walk around the corridor. Even imprisoned on this forsaken hunk of metal, Tayla was still afforded some basic sentient rights. Dressed in the orange jumpsuit she had been fitted with since her imprisonment two years ago, she began walking slowly in the circular pathway of the containment block, the orange color of the outfit contrasting sharply against her green skin and red eyes.
Hands cuffed at both wrists in front of her, and flanked by a human guard on either side, Tayla pretended she was walking in some sun-filled meadow, maybe it was Naboo, and tried to forget what her life had become. After a few minutes of walking, the trio came around the corner to the prison's communication station, where Dessil, the head of security, was sitting reading the holo news on a pad.
Tayla's heart jumped a little. She had been waiting on Dessil to show up to work, because she knew he had always fancied her, and she had been devising a plan in her mind for days.
Seeing the opportunity now, she pounced on it.
"Boys, why don't you leave Dessil and I here alone for a moment? I'd like to talk to him," she said casually, not bothering to look at the two guards flanking her, but instead focusing her eyes on Dessil.
Dessil noticeably perked up a bit, sitting up straighter, with a look of surprise on his burly features.
"We don't take orders from you - anymore - Tayla. Come off it," Kedeon snapped.
There was a brief pause. "No, leave her," Dessil said, waving the other two away. "If she wants to talk, I can have a chat."
Tayla smiled and shrugged her shoulders, lifting her cuffed hands innocently.
"What can I really do, when you have me caged like an animal like this?" she asked with mock sweetness in her voice.
The other two guards grumbled for a bit, then looked at each other and slowly walked away down the corner, deciding it was best not to object to Dessil. When they had gone, Tayla turned back to her admirer and smiled again.
"Dessil.....you've always been so good to me," she quipped, tossing her lekku like hair over her shoulder with a flick of her neck. She walked slowly around the communication table, until she was sitting on his lap. Well, that was easier than she'd expected.
Dessil was now breathing harder, pulse racing, eyes widened. He seemed as if he could hardly believe his luck. "Uh...Tayla...you know you aren't allowed behind the desk," he managed to get out.
"Oh, Dessil...I know. But I've been watching you ever since we left Herdessa, and being here....alone in my cell....has been so lonely. Especially at night." She paused, looking into his eyes. "There's so many things we aren't allowed to do here, right? So many rules." She sighed.
Dessil nodded, adjusting the cap on his head. "Well, you know, there's protocol, there's rules for these sorts of.....things," he said, his voice lowering as he took in the sight of Tayla.
"I know, Dessil....but I've lost everything there is to lose. Why don't you say we....break the rules, just for a few minutes?" She looked into his eyes knowingly, grabbing one of his hands with hers.
Dessil seemed to be speechless at this point. "I.....I.....I'm not sure."
Now she became more assertive. "Go and find an empty cell.....I'll just, uh, need a moment to collect myself," she instructed.
He had another moment's hesitation, but his curiosity got the better of him. He stood up from the chair and rushed away down the corridor, his boots clacking against the floor in haste.
Tayla knew this was her opportunity. She would only have a few moments.
Hands moving as quickly as they were able to, bound as they were by restraints, she pulled up the messaging system on the communication portal of the main frame and typed out a hasty message.
"My name is Tayla Tundric. I am a prisoner aboard station R7-226. Release me from captivity, and I will ensure you are paid handsomely for your trouble. Queen's honor," she typed out. After a second thought, she added, "Please hurry, I don't have much time."
Satisfied with the message, she sent it out as a distress signal, knowing the nearest passing space vessels would pick it up. It was a fool's hope, but as long as the guards never knew she sent it out, it would be no harm, no foul. She had nothing left to lose.
Region: Mid Rim
"Eat up, your Highness," the guard said sarcastically as he tossed the container of food under the laser rays of the prison cell.
The container slid across the floor, stopping just short of where the Twi'lek prisoner was laying in her bed. She opened her eyes after a brief moment and pondered the metallic gray walls around her, one arm resting under her head.
"Oh, Kedeon. That joke is just as funny as the first time you told it....two years ago, and every day since," she responded sarcastically.
Outside of the cell, blocked off as it was by the laser beams, the human guard chuckled dryly. "And I'll tell it for as long as we're here."
Who knows how long that will be, Tayla thought to herself. Instead of engaging in any more conversation with Kedeon, she simply turned away on her other side and closed her eyes, the gray walls melting into clouds of black as she allowed sleep to return.
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It was some hours later when the guards let her out for her daily walk around the corridor. Even imprisoned on this forsaken hunk of metal, Tayla was still afforded some basic sentient rights. Dressed in the orange jumpsuit she had been fitted with since her imprisonment two years ago, she began walking slowly in the circular pathway of the containment block, the orange color of the outfit contrasting sharply against her green skin and red eyes.
Hands cuffed at both wrists in front of her, and flanked by a human guard on either side, Tayla pretended she was walking in some sun-filled meadow, maybe it was Naboo, and tried to forget what her life had become. After a few minutes of walking, the trio came around the corner to the prison's communication station, where Dessil, the head of security, was sitting reading the holo news on a pad.
Tayla's heart jumped a little. She had been waiting on Dessil to show up to work, because she knew he had always fancied her, and she had been devising a plan in her mind for days.
Seeing the opportunity now, she pounced on it.
"Boys, why don't you leave Dessil and I here alone for a moment? I'd like to talk to him," she said casually, not bothering to look at the two guards flanking her, but instead focusing her eyes on Dessil.
Dessil noticeably perked up a bit, sitting up straighter, with a look of surprise on his burly features.
"We don't take orders from you - anymore - Tayla. Come off it," Kedeon snapped.
There was a brief pause. "No, leave her," Dessil said, waving the other two away. "If she wants to talk, I can have a chat."
Tayla smiled and shrugged her shoulders, lifting her cuffed hands innocently.
"What can I really do, when you have me caged like an animal like this?" she asked with mock sweetness in her voice.
The other two guards grumbled for a bit, then looked at each other and slowly walked away down the corner, deciding it was best not to object to Dessil. When they had gone, Tayla turned back to her admirer and smiled again.
"Dessil.....you've always been so good to me," she quipped, tossing her lekku like hair over her shoulder with a flick of her neck. She walked slowly around the communication table, until she was sitting on his lap. Well, that was easier than she'd expected.
Dessil was now breathing harder, pulse racing, eyes widened. He seemed as if he could hardly believe his luck. "Uh...Tayla...you know you aren't allowed behind the desk," he managed to get out.
"Oh, Dessil...I know. But I've been watching you ever since we left Herdessa, and being here....alone in my cell....has been so lonely. Especially at night." She paused, looking into his eyes. "There's so many things we aren't allowed to do here, right? So many rules." She sighed.
Dessil nodded, adjusting the cap on his head. "Well, you know, there's protocol, there's rules for these sorts of.....things," he said, his voice lowering as he took in the sight of Tayla.
"I know, Dessil....but I've lost everything there is to lose. Why don't you say we....break the rules, just for a few minutes?" She looked into his eyes knowingly, grabbing one of his hands with hers.
Dessil seemed to be speechless at this point. "I.....I.....I'm not sure."
Now she became more assertive. "Go and find an empty cell.....I'll just, uh, need a moment to collect myself," she instructed.
He had another moment's hesitation, but his curiosity got the better of him. He stood up from the chair and rushed away down the corridor, his boots clacking against the floor in haste.
Tayla knew this was her opportunity. She would only have a few moments.
Hands moving as quickly as they were able to, bound as they were by restraints, she pulled up the messaging system on the communication portal of the main frame and typed out a hasty message.
"My name is Tayla Tundric. I am a prisoner aboard station R7-226. Release me from captivity, and I will ensure you are paid handsomely for your trouble. Queen's honor," she typed out. After a second thought, she added, "Please hurry, I don't have much time."
Satisfied with the message, she sent it out as a distress signal, knowing the nearest passing space vessels would pick it up. It was a fool's hope, but as long as the guards never knew she sent it out, it would be no harm, no foul. She had nothing left to lose.
