Private You Asked For It

[Wenn Bugra]

Location: MirCir Detention Facility
Objective: Take a shower​

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Get caught smuggling spice and look where it lands you.

Wenn shook his head at the fluorescent lights flickering above him. He was currently counting ceiling tiles as he laid on his thin, uncomfortable cot in his dreary, tiny grey prison cell. He never should’ve taken that job. He hated prison, it was so boring and unnecessarily loud. He was two weeks into a fifteen year sentence, and there wasn’t no way he was serving the rest either. He would get out one way or another.

“Inmates! Line up!”

But that was a plan for another day. He swung his legs off the cot and stood as a prison guard passed by, banging on each door. When the cell block’s doors swung open, he stepped into line with the rest of the prisoners and slowly shuffled towards the showers. Normally, Wenn would’ve been delighted to clean up, but said showers were notably the worst part of the prison. MirCir needed to clean up their act. The showers here looked like they hadn’t been washed, in well, forever. Wenn looked around in disgust at the grimy space which was slowly becoming packed as more and more people filed in. Of course there was little room for privacy either. Lots of people in an “open floor plan”.

Thankfully, Wenn had never had much modesty in the first place ‘cause even in prison, he still looked good.

He wrapped a small towel around his waist and went to step into one of the open stalls when his eyes landed on a huge, hulking figure nearby. Wenn’s lips curled in mirth and he couldn’t quite hide the delighted expression on his face. Man, that had to be the meanest looking Houk he had ever seen. If he had seen that face walking down the street, he would’ve been tempted to arrest it too.

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It was that day again. His little boy’s birthday. Would’ve been 12? Yeah. 12. How could it feel so long ago, but hurt like it happened yesterday? Ben didn’t want to think about it. Thinking about it made him angry. He tried to shove the thoughts aside as he turned on the faucet and heard the pipes groan.

So there Ben was, minding his own business and taking a mildewy sanisteam in this starsforsaken prison, when all of a sudden he felt that prickly feeling along the back of his neck. He stopped, bar of soap - probably recycled fat lipo’d from the Denon elite - in one hand (his only hand, the other was missing above the elbow), halfway through sudding up.

He turned, mean, beady eyes sweeping the room until he caught a Twi’lek staring at him. Twi’lek? Nautolan? Whatever. One of the ones with head things. He could never keep them straight. Slimy bastards. The naked Houk let the soap fall from outraged fingers and thud to the floor.

“Hey, tailhead, what the kark do you think you’re looking at?”

Ben “Gunfist” Brijj had already murdered once while in here. Some Weequay who tried to shank him. Self-defense, of course. But he really, really did not like the way that Twi’lek stared. Or maybe.... maybe he just wanted to break something today.

Yeah.

Yeah that would feel pretty good.

Two meters of mottled blue and tan hide shimmered in the flickering lights. Knuckles popped as his fist curled tight.

 

[Wenn Bugra]

Wenn was mid scrub when he heard it. Oh no. He turned on his heel to see a massive, naked Houk staring down at him. The same one he had laughed at seconds earlier. Wenn internally cursed at himself. Why did he have to be born with such a handsome, expressive face? It was always getting him in trouble. Really more of a curse than a blessing.

His eyes widened as he took in the sheer mass of the figure bearing down at him. The Houk had to be two meters plus in height, and was nearly as beefy. He might be missing one arm but the other one was as thick as Wenn’s waist. Wenn was sure the Houk would still have no problem ripping out his spine with only one arm. And he looked like he desperately wanted too. Had to have some anger issues, one little comment already had his knuckles popped? Wenn was in deep shit. Maybe he should just try to talk his way out of this one.

Some of the nearby hubbub in the shower died down as heads swiveled towards him waiting for his response. Well shit, Wenn couldn’t disappoint in front of an audience. He took a deep breath and met the big guy’s beady eyes with a taunting smile.

“I don’t know. Kinda hard to tell. Am I looking at a Houk, or a Hutt?”

The collective intake of breath around him filled Wenn with false confidence. Sure the guy was big, but he was probably slow. And he was missing an arm, which had to count for something. Wenn could take him. He lived to impress after all.

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“Yeah?”

The Houk’s nostrils flared, rage pulsing through his veins. Who was this piece of scat anyway? Tailbrains and their big mouths. Time for a lesson in the law of the jungle.

His fist uncurled, then whipped around in a brutal backhand aimed straight for the sleemo’s mouth.

“Can you tell now, wermo?”

 

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Wenn managed to duck in time, but only because he had been expecting it. He whipped around in horror as the backhand that had been aimed at his face slammed into the shower wall, leaving a fist sized hole straight through the tile. The showers fell silent as bits and pieces of tile broke off the wall and crumbled to the ground behind him. He looked back at the hulking Houk.

"Nope." He said, his voice an octave higher then it had been previously. "Still can't tell."

Shit. Shit. Shit. He was so dead. One hit from one of those and he was breathing out of a tube for the rest of his life. He needed to get out of here-this tiny, closed in shower stall was going to kill him. His eyes desperately flicked back and forth but all exits were blocked by the massive figure standing in front of him. Looks like the only way out was forward. Wenn clenched his teeth and aimed a sucker punch straight at the big guy's chin.

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Ben shook out his hand, bits of broken tile sticking out of it like little jagged tumors. Ow. Before he could load up another wallop, the tailbrain punched him right in the jaw. His teeth clacked shut, right on the inside of his cheek. The big Houk grunted in pain, eyes squishing shut for a moment before flaring open.

That little- anger occluded the rest of his thoughts.

Feet pattered through water around them as inmates left their sanisteam stalls to crowd around the two, forming a rough circle around them. They were quiet now, but that wouldn’t last. And the guards? Well, they either hadn’t seen yet or just didn’t care.

The air stank of sweaty bodies and mildew. The showers, left on, trickled like rain.

But Ben could only hear the thundering blood in his brain. Could only taste the coppery tang of blood welling in his mouth. He spit out a gob of it onto the floor and watched the red droplets slide away into the drain.

He rolled his neck, causing more joints to pop ominously.

“Come on then, squid, let’s see what you’ve got.”

 

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Wenn ginned, triumphant, as his punch landed and his opponent grunted in pain. But his face quickly fell as he realized that he had failed to accomplish his actual goal, the Houk still stood there effectively trapping him in the stall. Even better, they had officially drawn a crowd. Now any chance of escape was completely crushed as a circle of bodies formed around them. Wenn knew it would be a real death sentence if he tried to call the guards, he would just have to hope they would notice at some point. Preferably before he died.

His hand stung from the punch and he shook it out with a hiss. It had kind of felt like punching a wall, not a good sign. Wenn was normally a decent grappler, but he was fighting out of his weight class here.

But as the Houk spat and taunted him further, he couldn't resist the opportunity. He aimed another punch at the Houk's face.

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There was a blur of movement as Gunfist reached out and caught the Nautolan's fist, stopping it dead in its tracks. Ben's meaty fingers curled, utterly swallowing the smaller man's hand. He looked from the tailhead's big eyes, to the hand, and back again. Then he smiled. A big, bloody smile.

The stupidly strong Houk sought to squeeze the man's hand, then jerked the man's own hand back toward his face in a classic, yet savagely violent rendition of the favored children's game 'stop hitting yourself.'

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Wenn's eyes widened comically as the Houk caught his punch, and then began to squeeze.

"Ow ow ow ow ow." He hissed through clenched teeth as his knuckles crunched together. It hurt, a lot. Worse was the way the Houk began to jerk his arm. Wenn was unable to stop him as the Houk was freakishly strong, and his face fell into a picture of horror as he understood what the Houk was trying to do.

No. Not like this.

His own fist slammed into his face, hard enough to bruise and he grunted at the surprisingly strong impact. He heard a couple peels of muffled laughter from the crowd and he gritted his teeth in embarrassment. He stepped forward and aimed to stomp his heel into the side of his opponent's knee. He was ready to yank his arm out of the Houk's hold as soon as his grip loosened and get revenge for his momentary mortification.

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The crunch of bone on meat brought a smile of satisfaction from the big Houk and blurred earlier thoughts. This was something he could feel. Pain from the blood dribbling gash inside his mouth. The way the Nautolan’s little arm bent beneath his hand.

“Stupid tailhead. Shoulda kept your eyes on the karking ground and your mouth shut.”

Caught up in the relish, Gunfist missed the heel stomp til it was too late. It had just the right leverage, the right force, that it collapsed his knee and he went down to it.

From where he knelt, he was still eye level with the Nautolan. Gunfist tried to yank him forward by the arm and into a gut punch.

 

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His kick didn't work out as planned as even when the Houk fell to a knee, he still kept a tight hold on Wenn's arm. Shit. He mentally panicked when he felt himself being yanked forward, helpless to stop it, and he closed his eyes trying to brace for the pain of an inevitable punch to the gut.

But it never came.

His eyes blinked open and he looked down in slight disbelief to see that the Houk had tried punching him with the arm that wasn't there. Ha! A flash of giddy relief flooded over him. What an idiot! He was so caught up by his opponent's mistake that he completely forgot his actual situation and tried to step back so he could mock the Houk. He only made it a half step backwards before he was forced to stop.

He looked down. Oh right, his arm was still trapped in that beast's grip. His amusement quickly faded into anger. He tried yanking his arm out a few more times but to no avail. "Let go of me you stupid Hutt." He finally hissed, aiming a kick underneath the Houk's stump of an arm and towards his unprotected ribs.

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"Aw kr-" muttered Gunfist as he realized his blunder before abruptly receiving a kick in the ribs that felt like it came from a powerball player.

The big Houk grunted in pain, then jerked on the Nautolan's arm, trying to reel him in closer... and into a headbutt. Much harder than it sounds from a kneeling position, truth be told, but Houks got thick skin and thicker skulls. Big boned brutes, which was why the Hutts liked to employ them as enforcers. Some Kajidic members in the prison had already tried recruiting him into the fold. Problem was, once you owed the Hutts, you tended to owe them for life. And right now the only thing Ben Brijj planned on enforcing was his foot up this tailhead's ass.

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His kick landed with a satisfying thud. Wenn finally thought that he had made some impact but the Houk only grunted and tightened his grip. What was it gonna take for this guy to let him go?! He couldn't even finish the thought because he was suddenly caught off guard and yanked closer.

Oh no, he could sense what was coming... and he knew he couldn't stop it.

Giving himself no time to think and back out, Wenn met the Houk halfway. He smashed their foreheads together and then immediately reeled back, disoriented. His whole body jumped back like he had been shocked, unconsciously trying to move away from the pain. Oh god. He was often told that he had a thick head, but right now he was filled with so much regret. Stars danced around the edge of his vision and his view point was spinning.

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