Private Ready Steady

[Anna Carden]

The huntress had completely lost track of time after at least one week in the massive prison ship, just roughly estimating by how much meal they gave her. No sun, no fresh air, all enclosed space of a prison complex. After failing to escape the Jedi encounter during the invasion of Ukatis, Anna got knocked out and captured. At the very least she knew that the invasion was a success everywhere just from the small talks that the guards made. The conflict was still hot and rising, though.

Being passed from camp to camp, ship to ship, she didn't even know what planet they were orbiting in anymore. Did the Enclave know she was MIA? Did they care? The Mandalorian held on hope that they would come to save her. Break her out, or negotiate some kind of a deal. Although she probably didn't have that much value to begin with, anyway.

At the very least, she didn't get treated poorly here. Sure, there was some interrogation here and there, but nothing that crossed any lines. It's been some time since she last saw the other war prisoners though, making her question whether the others were already transported elsewhere.

Sitting on the edge of her bunk, Anna turned her head she heard a few knocks on the durasteel cell door. "Yes," The shackled. woman in the prisoner garb walked towards it, and a tray was slid underneath the door. Her meal for today finally came.

Grabbing the tray, she walked back to sit while sighing. "This disgusting food again..." She was already longing for freedom.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | GA Space
| Objective | Breakout

"There's a time for the softly-softly approach, Rau", came Jenn's voice as she performed a last-minute weapon check. One could hardly ever be too sure, after all: and assaulting a ship was something of a daunting proposition. Most would balk at the prospect, but... they were warriors, and the Alor knew just how eager her unlikely companion was to get herself some payback. And with the rest of the Beskar Baddies running interference to draw attention away from the strike team of two, the light frigate was vulnerable, left with but the bare minimum to defend itself. After all, who would be crazy enough to board it, so deep in Alliance space?

"But this is not one of those times. The Karjr got us some pretty good intel: we know for a fact they have one of ours in there, en route to the same location we sprung you from. With the heightened security after your breakout, we're better off getting our vod free now." Satisfied with the status of the power cell of her pistols, she finally turned towards the woman at her side, the Y visor betraying nothing of her reservations. Being imprisoned was a fate she would never wish on any of her people: being forcefully parted from one's beskar'gam held some traumatic connotations for her, and so the siren could only empathize with the rescued warrior.

But she had no desire to leave a carnage behind them. That would only inflame the Alliance further. And if Reggie thought less of her for switching her blaster pistols to stun, then so be it.

"You ready for this?"

All that was needed was for them to lower the ramp of the dropship and sally out from their spot in the hangar. Stealing an Alliance transport and the codes that came with them was handy: but there would inevitably be people waiting for them beyond that door, eager to perform a quick check on the cargo.

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Anna Carden Reggie Rau Atin Tracinya ​