The Breakout.

[Uhtred Kjartan]

The Prison 'ship'. Shewesa had been in this prison for years, and knew it like the back of her hand. Apparently she was 'insane', however she was one of the most calm and observant prisoners on the ship.

*Most pics were way too big*
When the other prisoners rioted, she stayed in her cell and remained calm. When the other prisoners shouted she stayed in her cell and remained quiet. When the other prisoners tried to escape and everyone got punished for it as an outcome, she stayed in herself and remained quiet. However, today to Shewesa felt different, she didn't do what she normally did. Instead, almost all day she stood at the bars of her cell, shouting at the guards passing by.
"TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLLL GAME TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLLL!"
She shouted again as more guards passed by.
"Have a nice day big fella!"
No outcomes were made from Shewesa yelling at the guards, so she sat in the cell, by herself. The silence made her feel nervous most of the time, so she drank her cup of tea left from the lunch time in the prison.

It was cold, the weird way Shewesa had liked her tea, for some reason. She drank tea cold since she was a child, very odd... Then the ship had rocked, as if it landed or something. It occasionally landed to gather more supplies, take in more prisoners, let some prisoners free or something. Shewesa tapped the screen near the curved end of her cell, and the cold, metallic wall turned into a clear screen showing the city in front of her. She swiped on the screen again, and it turned back into a cold wall. She sighed, continuing to read the book in her hand, taking note of the landing of the ship. This day was going to be very new, she could almost feel it coming.


[member="Azalyn Falconer"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Aspen Laval"]
[member="Jan Valdum"]
[member="Gren Reaper"]​

[member="Quiirak"]​

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[SirMayday]

Jan sat at the table as he looked at the other accomplices in the room. His helmet scanned over the crowd of ruffians and criminals and mercenaries. They were brought here together, and they had to depend on each other to stay alive on this mission. Jan wasn't used to working with these many people, but the job requires it. Jan took out a bottle of brandy and passed it to the right of him. they might as well get a drink, it might be their last........... Well aren't we one big ole happy family.....let's get this started.

"Well...we know the job, break into the ship break as many people out as you can, and get as many people out of here. It was pretty clear in the briefing. We are suppose to look out for one prisoner in particular [member="Shewesa Quinnelle"]. I don't know why, but that's what the employer wants from us. Some of us have met before, some have not. You decide if you want to play"get to know the killer"." Jan said matter of factually as he took his E-11 off his back and started wiping it with a cloth.

"The prison ship is secure, and who would have thought?..........The guards run tight patrols, and security is overkill. Droids, turrets, and personal cover almost every door.The only advantages we have are that the ship was built to keep people in, not out. Also, they have no clue we are to initiate this operation. Lastly, they have never dealt with a group like us. So there are two ways we could do this, sneak in and cause a diversion or sneak in and fight like hell. I advise the first option." Jan said as he looked up from the rifle.

[member="Azalyn Falconer"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Aspen Laval"]
[member="Gren Reaper"]

 

[NightSister]

Azalyn sat beside the others, looking at them through her mask.

"Agree. Anybody wanting to be the diversion go that way, and the stealth party can go in that way. There are only five of us, so don't worry too much about which team you're on. I'm stealth though. Everyone who's with me, follow me." She strapped her sword to her back and her pistol to her leg and stood up.

 

[Gren Reaper]

[member="Shewesa Quinnelle"] [member="Jan Valdum"] [member="Azalyn Falconer"]

Ren walked into the room glancing on for a second at his "team". His crimson eyes next focused on a seat nearby, as he began to sit down. Working with people wasn't really his thing. He couldn't focus or be as efficient with others compared to when he was alone. Though it was an issue, he knew he'd have to bear with it today. This job wouldn't be easy.

He listened to those who spoke, one who seemed he had decent leadership skills and another who looked like they wanted to get things done as quickly as possible. Ren leaned back in the chair holding it at an angle with his foot against the table. He then exhaled and stood up deciding to put in his thoughts. "I hate to stall this operation, but what kind of diversion are you planning?" directing the question to the man, asking just out of curiosity.

 

[SirMayday]

Jan gave a look at the woman who stood up [member="Azalyn Falconer"], and shook his head. Her impatience needed to calm down, they needed to form a plan. This was a risky job and a number of things could go wrong.

"Sit Down." Jan commanded quietly while staring at Azalyn. Jan then turned his head to the man with crimson eyes and nodded.

" Now the diversion can be a couple of team members sneaking in the new supply crates they are loading on, or as a couple of new prisoners being loaded on. Their objective is too basically cause mayhem on the ship. They would need to start a brawl or riot in one of the cellblocks. That would force most of the security personal to go to that cell block and leave parts of the prison ship exposed." Jan said "They could not bring their personal weapons, but the stealth team will carry them and give them back to the diversion team when we regroup on the ship." Jan look over at [member="Ghorua the Shark"] "I personally don't think you guys will run into anything you can't handle". Jan said as he slouched in the chair slightly.

"The stealth team I'll lead and tell them what we are doing while on the ship." Jan said as he turned his head slightly to Azalyn Falconer. "If the diversion team is caught, then they have no idea what the stealth team is doing and can't give anything away. The diversion team is Ghorua the Shark and Gren Reaper. Everyone else, stealth team."

"We ready now?" Jan said with a hint of impatience. He glanced at the clock on his HUD.

[member="Azalyn Falconer"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Aspen Laval"]
[member="Gren Reaper"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Aspen would sit at the table listening thoughtfully for a while before zoning out thinking of her home in Naboo

[member="Jan Valdum"]

 

[Quiirak]

Quiirak hated his life in the prison, he had fun when he could join the riots, bu teven for him those were short lived. He had now been here for almost a third of his life. He was so bored, he was large and these cells were all small, no place for him to stretch his legs properly.

He paced in his cell, waiting for something to happen sometimes running into the door trying to break it, he roared with frustration of his unjust incarceration. He was waiting for a way out. He had felt the landing, and as always longed for the outside, and once again, he hoped that something, anything let him run out this door and find his way to the fresh air he had longed for so long.

[member="Shewesa Quinnelle"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua the Shark took a drink from his water, letting it's contents rush down his throat. The bar felt like home to the Herglic; Rowdy, disorganized, and full of filth. Ghorua knew he could have a great time here some day, but no today. For this plan to work, a bumbling, drunk, ten-foot-tall Herglic would need to not find it's way into the equation.

He had stayed silent during the conversation thus far. No need to put in his imput, as the plan was a good one. Ghorua was used to being a distraction, and had gotten quite good at it. He towered over his teammates, an imposing figure of durasteel armor, dark skin, and pitch black eyes. He looked down to [member="Jan Valdum"] and nodded. "Sounds like a solid plan." Ghorua leaned down to [member="Gren Reaper"] and smiled, revealing rows of sharp teeth. "You think you can pull your own weight, Red?" The genetic marvel guffawed, his deep eyes sparkling in merriment. He meant no offense, of course, but didn't care if he struck a few nerves.

He looked around the table, enjoying the company of like minds. Ghorua returned to his glass of water, and took a silent sip. The plan seemed good, and he would enjoy his role in it.

- [member="Aspen Laval"] - [member="Azalyn Falconer"] - [member="Shewesa Quinnelle"] - [member="Quiirak"] -

 

[SirMayday]

Jan had thought over the details of the plan, and everything could work. Could wasn't good enough for Jan, but they had a short time to prepare. he had the necessary items for the diversion team. He had hacked into the prison records and added the false records on Gren and Ghorua. Of course they are not perfect, and would be discovered fake in a couple days, but they would fit for the job.

Jan got up from the table in the bar. He looked over the team, and said "Let's go". As everyone started to exit the bar, Jan noticed one of the team members hadn't gotten up, [member="Aspen Laval"]. Jan shook his head and yelled "I'll be out in a minute." Jan then took the seat to the right of Aspen. He stared at her blue eyes looking off into the distance, and her smooth white skin. She was a beauty, no doubt about it. Jan had read her files though, and knew the emotional and mental turmoil she was in.Jan decided to take off his helmet when he spook to her, not wanting to spook her. Jan slowly reached a hand to her shoulder, and Aspen reacted with big jump from the seat. She had the look of a frightened animal, ready to strike.

Jan didn't faze at her reaction and said "I read everyone's files for this job, and I know everyone's strengths and weakness. You are the most unpredictable variable on this team, and I don't like it. So, here is how it's going to go. You and me.....are going to be best friends." Jan said. A confused look flashed over Aspen's face. Jan gestured to the seat she was seating in, and waited for her to sit down. She didn't so Jan continued to talk.

"You are going to stay always in my sight, and by my side. If I think for a moment that your breaking in a fight, you are to fall back and let us finish up. Whatever I say or do, you follow my orders." Jan stared at her, her beauty catching him off guard for a sec. Aspen stared at Jan with wide blue eyes.

"..........Come on outside, the others are waiting" Jan said as he stood up and offered Aspen his hand, while he used his other to put back on his helmet.

[member="Azalyn Falconer"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Aspen Laval"]
[member="Gren Reaper"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Aspen would come back and nod at every word that was said before taking the mans hand. His eyes were so beautiful. She would stand and let herself be lead outside

[member="Jan Valdum"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Quiirak"]
[member="Gren Reaper"]

 

[Gren Reaper]

[member="Shewesa Quinnelle"] [member="Jan Valdum"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Azalyn Falconer"] [member="Aspen Laval"] [member="Quiirak"]

Ren nodded several times when he heard the rest of the plan. It appeared he'd be working with a beast. He wasn't sure what kind of species it was but one thing he did know was that it was a warrior. He was glad it was on his side.

As the stealth group prepared to leave, Ren began removing all weapons and armor from his body. This left only his robes on his body as well as his black gloves, combats boots, and an undershirt and pants. To make himself look prisoner like, he tore his clothes a bit. To the other, he probably looked odd but it was just his way of preparing his work. He heard the beast earlier but waited to respond for many seconds. "Hey Chief." when the man would look his way, he tossed his saber to him.

Ren gave his attention to the beast after the short wait. He smirked in response to the beast's comment. "I'm pretty confident in my own abilities." its teeth were enormous. Hopefully, those wouldn't be on his body.

 

[SirMayday]

Jan knew he shouldn't have lead Aspen by the hand out of the bar, but he did. He was slightly confused of how he could do something like that when on a job. When he saw the team though, Jan immediately let go of Aspen's hand, but she still stayed by him. Jan glanced at her huffed, and walked over to the group. Great, it was like having a pet.

The team assembled at an abandoned warehouse, where Jan had stored all the supplies for the mission. They had a military transport truck for the "prisoners" that Jan had to call in a couple favors to get. They also had some military prison guard uniforms that matched the ones being used on the prison ship. Jan then told the stealth team to strip off their armor, and put into a duffel bag and put on the uniforms. He got a couple annoyed looks from Azalyn, but Aspen complied right away. Looks like she is taking what I said seriously. Jan got out his own armor and took off his helmet. As he was putting on the uniform, he glanced over to Aspen and saw she was staring at him with her wide blue eyes.

"Stop that." Jan said as he zipped up the pants and shirt.

Jan then told the the diversion team to give up all their weapons and armor. Gren did it willingly, even tearing up his cloths to pass off the look. Jan gathered up the armor and fitted it into a duffel bag. He glanced up when he heard Gren call out, and caught the light saber. Jan took a moment to twirl it through his hands, until he put it into the duffel bag too. Jan looked at Ghorua and raised the duffel bag to him "Fit as much as you can in there" and dropped it at his feet.


[member="Azalyn Falconer"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Aspen Laval"]
[member="Gren Reaper"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

As they walked, Ghorua saw what was going on between Jan and Aspen, and didn't know what to think of it. Was love in the air? Perhaps that was just the stench of the planet. Either way, the Shark wasn't very affected by it. Petty things like love are best left to others.

Ghorua examined the duffel bag at his feet, a dry expression on his face. There was no way he was going to fit all of his equipment into this human-sized bag. So, he had to prioritize.

First, he stripped off his battle armor, leaving him in a black wifebeater and grey cargo pants. The clothes fit snugly on his hefty bulk, and highlighted his toned muscles, with biceps easily as large as a one of the humans' heads. He let his armor clatter into a pile. There was no way he could fit that into a duffel bag. With a deft motion, Ghorua took his bandolier from the pile, and stuffed it in. The sash contained all of his grenades, his two pistols, and Trident, his saberstaff. How he had come across such a weapon was a long story. After that, he placed his datapad inside, and finally, his trusty vibroknife.

The Herglic stood up straight again, towering over his compatriots, hefting the bag in one arm, and his superfluous gear in the other. All considering, Ghorua was packing light. Not that he needed gear to instigate a fight, bend bars, or crack skulls. "I'm ready," he said curtly.

- [member="Jan Valdum"] - [member="Gren Reaper"] - [member="Aspen Laval"] - [member="Azalyn Falconer"] -

 

[Gren Reaper]

[member="Shewesa Quinnelle"] [member="Jan Valdum"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Azalyn Falconer"] [member="Aspen Laval"] [member="Quiirak"]

Ren looked at the beast once again surprised with his figure. When it confirmed it was ready to go, he nodded and started to follow to the area where they would sneak in.

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Aspen would finally snap out of it but her eyes never left the man to her left. He was so handsome and she didn't know why she couldn't stop looking at him but she followed every order

[member="Gren Reaper"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Jan Valdum"]
[member="Shewesa Quinnelle"]

 

[Uhtred Kjartan]

Shewesa impatiently tapped the clear sided window of her cell, she felt connected with the outside world for once, but not connected enough. Whoever was here to liberate the prisoners from the ship had some sort of delay, but Shewesa hadn't completely relied on them yet. Today was the day she escaped the prison, and she'd do it with them or without them, she could have been long gone by now anyway, but now was the time to escape. She stood up, opened her cell door, and walked out, taking a moment to stretch as she observed her surroundings. Only fourteen guards on this level? Wow, there must have been a riot in one of the cell blocks. Back to the point, she walked towards the end of her cell block, going to retrieve a long friend of her's, @Quiirak. She walked past a guard that was oblivious to anything that was going on, probably new, and she swiped his keycard, walking towards Quiirak's cell. She placed the keycard in the cell, and the door opened. Guards were rushing to the point where she had been standing, not firing yet, she still had time to get a few more prisoners out. She rushed to all the nearby cells and swiped the keycard, releasing some very dangerous and ruthless prisoners, the madness had begun. She let out a hysterical laugh, the guards had surrounded her. However, they were all oblivious to how much training she had, because she never rioted before. IF they knew, she would've been put into a heavily guarded cell.

She sighed, then put her hands up as instructed. Observing the guards around, she didn't recognize any of the faces, indicating most of them were new. And here was the hard part, she turned around and waited for a guard to step forward to search her and eventually one did. She quickly turned around and grabbed the man, using him as a body shield. She turned around and held the trigger of the blaster, all of the guards were now dead.

And then she headed to the confiscations department, her lightsaber would be there if they hadn't dumped it already. And then the sirens FINALLY went off, loss of communications with the officers she had dealt with earlier or something. Upon reaching the department, no one was there except for a couple of men that obviously ran the place, they were unarmed, so she just ignored them for now. Shewesa looked around the vault and didn't see her lightsaber, looked like she'd have to steal one, then. She had stolen a blue lightsaber, and some weird looking sith saber. With these, she caused mayhem, there wasn't really much to explain. Upon exiting the prison, most of the guards had surrendered. Shewesa was here to begin her new life, she approached a group of people that seemed to be composed of
[member="Aspen Laval"]
[member="Gren Reaper"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]​

[member="Jan Valdum"]
[member="Azalyn Falconer"]​

 

[Quiirak]

Quiirak was bored again, the door wouldn’t budge, his dim-witted captors had finally learned to put a bigger door on his cell so he couldn’t use his massive body to burst through. Then his door opened, he looked towards the one who had opened the door and there she was [member="Shewesa Quinnelle"] one of the few persons in here with any brains at all, he believed she even may have been the cleverest on this ship, by far including even him. He ran out the door lifted up his head and his tounges flew out of his nose to smell the air around and whistles, and throat clicks speaking in his native tongue, a short and pre battle mantra that in basic roughly translated to “May you taste good, for I am hungry” then he turned to start and literally ripping the guard’s defences. He saw four guards run toward him and his saviour, more were coming but none of them as part of a group so he went to take care of the group, confident that she was more than capable of taking care of the ones running towards he.

As he ran towards the guards they started firing towards him with their standard issue blaster rifles. He grinned as they all hit them in his chest, it hurt and burned his skin beneath his shells, but that was all they did to him. He started in the middle, gripping the man with his maw, biting down hard, making sure he wouldn’t bother anyone else soon. He swung his head violently to his left and thew him toward the one standing there. They collided with a horrifying crunch and lay still on the ground with their broken bodies. Then he turned toward the other two, ripped the first in two and bit the fourths head off, threw it up and swallowed it whole. Then managed to shoot a couple of more shots at him, it stung but nothing that wouldn’t heal in a couple of days. Then he turned to run down towards the confiscations department, clearing the way for any that wished to follow.

On his way down he thought that if [member="Shewesa Quinnelle"] was out of her cell to start a riot, she surely had planned to get off this ship today, and if he was going to get off, he wanted some gear so he wouldn’t be unarmed when getting off this ship. And she surely wanted her confiscated items that were down there, this was the start of his repayment to her for possibly setting him truly free. On his way towards the department he found no more than a dozen guards, all despatched of easily. It took long enough though for Shewesa to catch up and she walked in ahead of him. He followed in after. Following her lead not harming those who didn’t attack, he wasn’t against killing them, he just didn’t see the point as they wouldn’t dare to act against them. He ran around to look for a viable weapon, it was surely too hard to find his own weapon, but he was confident that it wouldn’t take too long to find an over average weapon. Then he found it, a massive Z-6 rotary blaster canon with a blaster generator attached and a carrying harness. This was a weapon matched by few other, this massive weapon was usually attached to a tripod when fired with power generator, however this one was meant to be carried around, it wasn’t unusual, however it was far from common. Normally this weapon would require a reload after only 200 shots, but with the power generator it would fire nearly indefinitely if you were careful not to overload the generator. He grinned and let out an existing bird like screech while he quickly fastened the harness, adjusted the straps and fired. A roar of blaster bolts shot out of the end, he grinned once again and ran after Shewesa.

Catching up to her and as they reached the outside he spoke to her “I owe you my life, my freedom, your sat me free!” He stopped talking to quickly smell the air, his tongue flew around, the taste of freedom “I will stay at your side until my debt has been paid, if you will have me”

 

[SirMayday]

"Okay we are about to drop you guys o...(Slams on brakes)......what the krak!?"


Jan stares at the prison ship in full alert, prisoners running out, guards being picked apart or running away, and a woman and a red lizard walking towards the van. It was [member="Shewesa Quinnelle"], their target. Turns out she didn't needed to be rescued, and took matters in her own hands. The plan was for nothing. The plan was for nothing, The truck he got was for nothing. Everything was kraking useless now. Jan sighed and slammed his head against the steering wheel. He composed himself and slowly rolled down the window and yelled out the truck window.

"Get in the truck, we came to get you....bring the kraking lizard too. Any other prisoners get in also." Jan yelled.

Jan turned on the team coms and said ".............make room in the back we got people coming in. Looks like there was a prison breakout.....yeah I know."

Jan hit the steering wheel again with his face. He hoped they would all still get payed somehow.

[member="Aspen Laval"]
[member="Gren Reaper"]
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
[member="Azalyn Falconer"]

 

[Gren Reaper]

[member="Shewesa Quinnelle"] [member="Jan Valdum"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Azalyn Falconer"] [member="Aspen Laval"] [member="Quiirak"]

The truck was being more unstable than it should've been. He could tell because of his seat on the side, though any other seat wouldn't matter. "Aye chief, what's hap-" his speech was cutoff by him sliding down a few seats as he tried to grab onto something. After recovering, Ren felt his head and got into defensive position. "Do you think our cover has been blown already?" he asked whispering to his huge comrade.

That's when the secured channel in their comms went off with a familiar voice. It was the chief, who gave a command and also updated them with some info. "What? Did someone beat us here?" Ren was curious, a little anger may have risen in his voice. He knew his payment wouldn't come flowing into his account unless they completed the main objective. It seemed like he worried for nothing though. The target was already making her way towards them.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua felt the jolting of the vehicle as the break was floored. His body didn't move an inch from the jostling, but the momentum made him slide to the wall. Immediately, his hands slammed against each side of the vehicle, ending his unexpected slide. With his weight, any movement would result in capsizing the van. The Herglic looked down at Gren and frowned. "I hope not. That's not good for business."

Ghorua heard the situation in his comm, and kept frowning. "Hmm... The contractor won't want to give up their money now." Ghorua noticed the anger rise up in his smaller partner, and put up his smile. "What's wrong, Red? You know what they say; Anger leads to... Something or other."

Ghorua opened the back door, preparing room for their new guests.

- [member="Gren Reaper"] - [member="Jan Valdum"] - [member="Quiirak"] - [member="Shewesa Quinnelle"] - [member="Aspen Laval"] - [member="Azalyn Falconer"] -