Raziel
Dark Jedi Spymaster
Republic World.
High Security Prison.
“Look, just calm down. We're contacting the Warden now and we'll discuss your demands.” The prison officer stood calmly outside the cell, arms across her chest. One of the inmates walked up to the door and pressed his face against the plastiglass and grinned at her manically.
“I don't want to wait for the fething Warden. I want my fething holovids back!” The prisoner snarled each word from behind clenched teeth. He twisted his head and pushed one eye against the windows, attempting to peer out into the corridor beyond.
“I'm very sorry, but I can't do anything yet. You wanted to speak to the Warden so he's going to come down here,”
The face pressed against the window scrunched up as the prisoner considered this. He turned away from the glass for a moment. “Kick him again,” he muttered. Muffled thuds and a whimper followed.
“I'm telling you now,” the prisoner spat, looking back to the guard, “I will do unpleasant things to him unless you get me my holovids.”
“Look . . .”
“No, get me my fething vids and cigs back or you can sit there and watch me do things to this little kark.”
“Ok, ok, calm down. I'll go and talk to the Warden myself. Just don't do anything stupid, you don't want to add on any more time to you sentence do you?”
She walked just a few metres down the corridor to a group of guards standing out of view of the prisoners inside the cell. The halls of the high security prison were eerily quiet for this time of day; the other inmates had been confined to their cells as soon as the hostage situation had begun.
“What's the deal?” asked a guard nonchalantly as she approached them. He was clad in heavy body armour, the black rubber plates starkly contrasting with the white fabric uniform of the female officer.
“It's Strell again. They've barred the cell door from the inside and he's demanding his privileges back,” she replied.
“They were taken away after he broke Marie's nose last week?”
“Correct. He's got Hake to help him this time around. The hostage is badly beaten, looked like he was half conscious from what I could see. There was a lot of blood.”
“Hake's the big bastard isn't he?”
“Yes. Strell always seems to be a disruptive influence. Hake had been pretty calm the last few weeks.”
“Well, we'll have to pop the cell doors quickly and try and get him down as fast as possible,” the armoured guard replied. Behind him a row of guards in heavy duty armour lined up. Each of them carried either a riot shield or stun baton.
“Strell's managed to make himself a shiv again,” the female officer added. “Why aren't we negotiating any more? We might be able to get the hostage out.”
“Warden's orders. Protests are on the up, it's time to stamp out the flames before things get out of hand again. Besides, you know the prisoner they're kicking the hell out of is right?”
“Yes, but it's not out place to . . .”
“Yeah I know, but these are the orders. Let's just say I'm not feeling too bad for that one. He killed a law enforcer,”
“You know they argued at the trial that it was an accident,”
“Whatever,” replied the armoured guard, pulling down his visor. “Let's get this done,”
~~
High Security Prison.
“Look, just calm down. We're contacting the Warden now and we'll discuss your demands.” The prison officer stood calmly outside the cell, arms across her chest. One of the inmates walked up to the door and pressed his face against the plastiglass and grinned at her manically.
“I don't want to wait for the fething Warden. I want my fething holovids back!” The prisoner snarled each word from behind clenched teeth. He twisted his head and pushed one eye against the windows, attempting to peer out into the corridor beyond.
“I'm very sorry, but I can't do anything yet. You wanted to speak to the Warden so he's going to come down here,”
The face pressed against the window scrunched up as the prisoner considered this. He turned away from the glass for a moment. “Kick him again,” he muttered. Muffled thuds and a whimper followed.
“I'm telling you now,” the prisoner spat, looking back to the guard, “I will do unpleasant things to him unless you get me my holovids.”
“Look . . .”
“No, get me my fething vids and cigs back or you can sit there and watch me do things to this little kark.”
“Ok, ok, calm down. I'll go and talk to the Warden myself. Just don't do anything stupid, you don't want to add on any more time to you sentence do you?”
She walked just a few metres down the corridor to a group of guards standing out of view of the prisoners inside the cell. The halls of the high security prison were eerily quiet for this time of day; the other inmates had been confined to their cells as soon as the hostage situation had begun.
“What's the deal?” asked a guard nonchalantly as she approached them. He was clad in heavy body armour, the black rubber plates starkly contrasting with the white fabric uniform of the female officer.
“It's Strell again. They've barred the cell door from the inside and he's demanding his privileges back,” she replied.
“They were taken away after he broke Marie's nose last week?”
“Correct. He's got Hake to help him this time around. The hostage is badly beaten, looked like he was half conscious from what I could see. There was a lot of blood.”
“Hake's the big bastard isn't he?”
“Yes. Strell always seems to be a disruptive influence. Hake had been pretty calm the last few weeks.”
“Well, we'll have to pop the cell doors quickly and try and get him down as fast as possible,” the armoured guard replied. Behind him a row of guards in heavy duty armour lined up. Each of them carried either a riot shield or stun baton.
“Strell's managed to make himself a shiv again,” the female officer added. “Why aren't we negotiating any more? We might be able to get the hostage out.”
“Warden's orders. Protests are on the up, it's time to stamp out the flames before things get out of hand again. Besides, you know the prisoner they're kicking the hell out of is right?”
“Yes, but it's not out place to . . .”
“Yeah I know, but these are the orders. Let's just say I'm not feeling too bad for that one. He killed a law enforcer,”
“You know they argued at the trial that it was an accident,”
“Whatever,” replied the armoured guard, pulling down his visor. “Let's get this done,”
~~