Jailhouse Blues

[Ugoto Chivaro]

METELLOS SYSTEM, METELLOS
MORIDEBO COUNTY JAIL

[member="Sasha"] | [member="Ardak Serifen"] | [member="The Boulder"] | [member="Shakes"]

The wrought iron door slammed shut, leaving Trechtus trapped in the small jail cell with Sasha and another inmate. Currently the other resident of the cell was presently in the deepest sleep Trechtus had ever witnessed, as not even the slamming door could wake him. Trechtus was entirely uncomfortable here. For one, they had confiscated his usual attire in favor of a bright orange jumpsuit. Secondly, he was in a jail, sharing a ten-by-ten cell with two other men. One of which regularly cannibalized humanoids to stay alive.

Either the guards here had forgot about what they had locked Sasha up for, or they did it on purpose.

It wasn't a lot of fun, either way.

That the two of them were in here was entirely Sasha's fault anyway. Trechtus supposed he also had himself to blame, given that he voluntarily decided to travel with a creature that devoured the brains of sapients to stay alive. He didn't understand what had possessed him to travel with such an innately murderous being. Or was it that he couldn't remember, or didn't know? His mind was foggy on the details. Something with a trash can lid and a fat, unsightly human male.

The law enforcement officials who had arrested Sasha on the grounds of attempted mastication had not been too interested to hear Trechtus' side of the story. They had instead beaten him senseless. Just as well, it wasn't as if Trechtus would have said very much to them anyway. They were evidently very sore over the fact that Sasha had attempted to do such a thing. Trechtus could sympathize. If only there were a trashcan lid in this dingy cell.

Trechtus looked directly at Sasha, eyes burning with fury but otherwise with a placid expression. It was hard to say that Trechtus looked any less creepy without his usual gear. The ashen skin and skeletal appearance of his face was probably a downgrade when compared to his mask. As per usual, Trechtus was not in a talkative mood, and expressed his dismay regarding this predicament and his rediscovered disdain for Sasha in a single word.

"Unbelievable."

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Oh, don't be so doom and gloom," I replied cheerily. Trechtus seemed to be having a hard go of this whole matter. Of course it was entirely his fault, but he likely felt bad enough as it was, you know. Taking out his internal anger on me verbally would likely ease his mood. In a few hours he would get over it and be positively beaming. Well, perhaps not beaming, but looking a sight less dour than usually I dare say.

Personally, I was furious. Don't let my naturally disarming appearance fool you. You see, I'd been tracking down this particularly devilish fellow who preyed upon the young and innocent of the galaxy, taking advantage of women and what not. Now, I won't say that I'm a particularly good samaritan of the galaxy, but I would rather feed on cowardly scum who won't fight back. I'd venture to say I'm doing them a favor, you know, putting them out of their miserable existence. A nice way to go too, once I get my hypnotism going. Peaceful.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, the devilish fellow. Well, he enjoyed ravishing the unsuspecting holonet date through use of drugs and other dastardly means. He called himself Markoos Libertador. I'd managed to track him down and get him alone in a bathroom stall. I was about to suck his brains out, proboscises bared and everything, when suddenly a bunch of the damnable planet's finest camp bursting in and tazered me. Repeatedly.

Trecthus, the lout, was doing Force knew what outside. He definitely wasn't keeping an eye on the bathroom to alert me if anything happened. I suppose I could have picked a better spot than McYoda's. Should've thought about how the security frequents the place. And I should have stopped Libertador before he got the chance to scream. Alas. Now look at our wretched state.

Still, the security forces were at a loss as to my species of origin. Anzati are a bit of a rarity you see. Apex predator and all.

I looked at my unfashionable orange jumpsuit and sighed. "Well, this is an unfortunate turn of events, but I'm sure with my brains and you're uhm... your help we'll be able to be out of here in no time. No time at all."

[member="Trechtus"]

 

[Rekali the Hutt]

The Arkanian Ardak Serifen, or the Ubese Jeager as he went by now, had just landed on the Metellos. Visiting the planet had brought him old memories of his time as Supreme Chancellor. Specifically of a certain Senator of Metellos who'd tried to get the Omega Protectorate to back a militant coup against him. An Exarch of the Protectorate came into the a Senate Meeting and played the traitorous message. From there Ardak sent men to arrest the traitorous Senator. Apparently not one wanting jail time he turned around and jumped. Into the Senate floor. Several stories down. It was simultaneously the most exciting and wretched meeting the Senate had in centuries.

Damn politicians.

The whole memory left him bitter. Still, he had things to be thankful for. Things were so much simpler now that he was retired. As a bounty hunter he didn't have to worry about all the redtape, or walking the balance between the Military and the Jedi. All he had to worry about was getting shot at. Not something most found comfort in, but a problem he could deal with. Even thrive in. Which was probably why he took this job in the first place. It was a suicide job, he knew it. One of the local jailors was corrupt, using his prison as a safe haven for many who couldn't find them outside, and letting them run their operations after collecting a fee. His job was to kill the Overseer of the Jail and three crime lords taking haven there. As Ardak wasn't a space wizard or an overly armed mandalorian in Beskar it would be quite the undertaking. It honestly left Ardak only one option.

To start a prison riot and kill his targets in the crossfire.

[member="Sasha"] [member="Trechtus"]

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

[member="Sasha"]

Techtus glowered on the inside. Doom and gloom? How could Trechtus not be 'doom and gloom' when he had just been chucked into a horrible, ruthless prison on the absolute worst side of town. Trechtus would be incredibly concerned for his safety if he didn't have such a knack for staying out of the limelight. There was also plenty of negative emotion leaking about the place, so it wasn't as if Trechtus wouldn't be able to get his fix... Come to think of it, this might not be such a bad place for Trechtus.

No, wait. It totally was. It was jail.

Sasha continued to prattle on. Something about his intellect and how they would be out of here in no time. Trechtus could not understand how or why Sasha managed to be totally unperturbed by this situation. Granted, Trechtus looked as impassive and neutral as usual, but on the inside he was a furious, panicked mess. He was going to die in this cesspit, mobbed by criminals; shanked to death in a turf war. It couldn't end this way. Not here. He had to get to Enarc.

"You have a plan?" Trechtus managed to ask, somehow without gritting his teeth.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Clapping my dour, skull-faced companion on the shoulder, I gave him a smile that would disarm even the sternest of matrons. "I always have a plan."

Without further verbosity I turned around and rested my hands against the bars. My keen eyes flicked about with the sort of intelligence you rarely see in the galaxy. I called for the guard.

"Excuse me? Yes, you good fellow."

Bared fangs coated in dripping saliva.

He was Togorian.

"Ah, my harmonious guardsman..."

I stretched out with my mind, using innate Anzat telepathic hypnotism to smooth away his rage and ferocity. You see, people think that telepathic domination is about turning humanoids into droids and making them do your every command. Well, perhaps it is for those who are ridiculously powerful in the Force. I, on the other hand, have never been very skilled at grandiose displays. I prefer subtlety. It's not just about making people think that your commands are their own idea, it's about actually doing it.

You see everyone has different layers of emotions that influence their decision-making processes. Take this Togorian for instance. Full of irritation at the stupid, loquacious human, but buried beneath the surface I could feel other emotions. By smoothing away the rage and tugging feelings of calm to the forefront I could send him into a high the likes of which would have tweakers selling arms and legs.

"Would you be so kind as to let me and my friend here out? I'm afraid there's been a mistake."

I pulled at sensations of happiness, as if doing as I suggested sounded like the most wonderful thing in the galaxy. The high would make him more compliant....

He stared at me with beady little eyes, head slowly tilting sideways, drool dripping from his chin.

....or not.

Eyes rolled into the back of his head. He slumped forward, head banging against the bars, and then fell to the floor where he lay in a happy coma.

"Whoops," I muttered, wincing "Overdose."

I bent down onto my knees and reached an arm through the bars, stretching my fingertips far as I could toward the keys on the Togorian's belt.

"Come on, [member="Trechtus"], help me with this!"

 

[Rekali the Hutt]

The prison, while not an overly large place or technologically advanced was well run, and an imposing threat. The walls were roughly ten meters high, while the prison itself was encircled by clear, open land, before finding a fence two hundred fifty, maybe even three hundred meters away from the prison. With four towers likely manned with snipers at all times that run was a killzone for anyone not being processed in through the front door. Though Ardak did enjoy wearing more armor than he was usually accustomed to most of it was made with leather, and the rest durasteel. One shot was all it would take for him to go down. If he had a beskar'gam and a jetpack he supposed he could run his way in, but the chances of those two items falling into his lap on the way over were slim at best.

Unable to live and get in through conventional methods, Ardak decided to get to the Prison from the bottom up. Specifically through the prison's septic system. Marking his location before entering the sewage he continued towards the underbelly of the criminal containment facility. Though simple distant calculation Ardak found he had just passed the fence, another three hundred meters in and he'd be there, under something. As ctiy hall wasn't keen on giving Ardak a schematic of the prison he was flying in blind. Just another thing to make this job more difficult. If he was doing this for a living he'd probably be pissed right now, but was doing this to be living, rather than sit around somewhere dying. Quite the difference in Ardak's opinion, though many wouldn't have realized it.

Despite the efforts of his oxygen filter the sheer stench that permeated the air was overpowering, and Ardak suspected that his armor would reek for at least a week. His helmet remained clean however, and that was the most important bit. Had to keep the face concealed and remain an Ubese rather than an Arkanian after all. Looking at his datapad once again Ardak figured he had finally gotten under the facility. Heading another fifty or so meters inwards Ardak continued, before examining areas of the roof above him. Pulling out a moldable putty he attached it to the ceiling, walked about about three meters for good measure, then pressed a switch, causing an explosion. With luck a path would be opened rather than a cave in blocked. With greater luck he'd find himself in an area that wasn't heavily patrolled.

Then again, Ardak wasn't the luckiest of men.

[member="Trechtus"] [member="Sasha"]

 

[Mala]

Mala yowled the entire way along the walkway as the dragged her towards her cell, digging her heels in where she could. The gamorrean barely noticed, though its face was scrunched in distaste at the noise she was making. "Mala didn't mean to!" she wailed "Mala couldn't help it. Mala needed it more. Nonononononono." A sharp tug pulled her forward and she found herself staring into a cell containing a Rodian, who was missing an eye and a nikto that sneered at her.

She let out another shriek of protest and scaled the door frame in less than two seconds flat to sail over the gamorrean guards head back the way she had come. The chain that she was being dragged by stopped her momentum mid air as it tangled in the porcine's tusks. She hit the floor hard, the air rushing out of her. Feet scrambled for purchase on the duracrete floor as faces pressed against cell bars to see what was causing all the fuss. A togarian growled and stomped towards the pair that were each trying to disentangle themselves from the chain, he reached down grabbing the purple furred squib by the scruff of her neck and lifting her so they were nose to nose.

Mala stopped struggling as he pulled off the chains, then a smile found its way to her face.

She bit his nose, as hard as she could. Letting out a cry of surprise he dropped her. Mala ran, and the prison exploded with noise as alarms rang, inmates hammered on cell doors, some in encouragement, others in cold fury. Mala didn't care about any of it, she just wanted her shiny's back and to get the hell out of this place. She dove between legs, danced out of hands reach and leapt over those who had dove to grab her. Being less than a meter tall gave her some advantages. She paused for a moment, gaining her bearings eyes flicking round for some escape route.

WHUMPH

The gorgon web rifle caught her off guard, the net slammed into her, knocking her into the nearest wall and tangling her up. Four very angry men were standing over her all of a sudden with eyes that only offered vengeance in their being fooled. She whimpered before the first fist came down on her and curled up into a tight ball.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

[member="Sasha"]

Somehow Sasha was going to convince the Togorian jailer just outside their cell to relinquish his keys. That was all well and dandy, but getting the keys and getting out of this cell was only part of an escape plan. An escape plan that, so far, did not address what would happen the moment they left the safety of this cell. The guards outside had guns and clubs and tasers of every sort. How were they going to deal with that? Trechtus could hardly fight. Sasha didn't look that much intimidating either. This was going to go to hell very, very quickly.

Suddenly the Togorian collapsed onto the ground in a blissful daze, a placid smile on his face as drool seeped out the corners of his mouth. Sasha mentioned an overdose. An overdose? On what? Morphine? As per the luck shared between Sasha and Trechtus, the guard had collapsed in such a way that the keycard on his belt was just out of reach. Sasha stretched toward it, but couldn't quite grab it. Clearly he had some mystical abilities considering how he sent that Togorian to Happyhappyjoyland by just talking to it. Couldn't he telekinesis the damn thing? Then maybe blast their way out of the prison with Art of the Small?

Sasha asked for help, but as Trechtus opened his mouth, more things happened.

First was an explosion. He heard it, dimly, someplace else in the prison. The ground beneath them shook ever so slightly. Just after that, yelling and cheering started in the next cellblock, followed by what sounded like a struggle. Was that a riot? A jailbreak? Why were things exploding? It became clear to Trechtus that the opportunity to leave this place was not going to last long.

"What did you do."

He said it with about as much vigor and alertness as one would expect at this point. It didn't even sound like a question.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Once in a while you get into a situation where you have no clue how you got there in the first place. As Adrian, shackled with his wrists to one of the guards, stood in the lobby of the prison he couldn’t help but ask himself if this was one of those particular situations. Everything had been fine and dandy, until the mission was completed that is.

Looking back at it he couldn’t help but wonder what went wrong. It hadn’t been a terribly complicated operation, infiltrate the Telos Prison Station, execute prisoner #394 and then.. well.. escape. Step one and two had gone off without a hitch, though the Spy still considered it strange that the Police had thought it necessary to incarcerate a man for simply pissing on the wrong corner.

But orders were orders, and instructions were instructions. In the end it worked out fine, he got imprisoned, after a few weeks got close to the prisoner and eventually killed him nice and clean. After which he had planned to skip off into the night, but it was right around that moment that all hell broke loose.

Adrian still didn’t know how they managed to figure out it had been him, the spoon had vanished, no blood was on his hands and still they pinned it on him. If he wasn’t such a gentle and trusting soul, Cassidy would almost suspect foul play. In the end it didn’t really matter, they transferred him into.. this poodoo place.

Now he was in the process hall, officially transferred because he couldn’t stop pissing around everywhere. Which, wasn’t exactly the best story, neither the coolest. But hey, gotta run with the tools you are given.

The line was getting increasingly shorter, a few more transfers and then it would be Adrian’s turn. Of course, coincidentally, that was exactly the moment explosions started rocking all over the place and once again all hell broke loose.

Which Cassidy took as a sign from the Gods that his cause was a righteous one, he was hardly a guy who would look a gift in the… Horse’s mouth? Alright, so expressions weren’t his best thing, so what.

As the alarm bells started ringing, Adrian executed his fail safe #292 plan of escape.

"Hey chief, sounds like you guys have an explosive situation on your hands."

[member="Trechtus"] [member="Sasha"] [member="Mala"] [member="Ardak Serifen"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

An explosion rocked the entire prison, shaking the cell rather annoyingly. Speaking of annoying, Trechtus' disparaging remarks were the raincloud to my ray of hope. Honestly, I was just trying to get the two of us out of prison and he has to run around judging everything I do. I could practically feel the judgement wafting off him.

"Do you really believe I'm capable of causing earthquakes, or are you just looking to blame me for every misfortune that befalls us?"

Only, it appeared that the explosion wasn't a misfortune at all. In addition to distracting the guards it had also shifted the Togorian's body just a bit closer to the cell. I reached desperately.

"Aha!"

I came up to my feet holding a ring of keys and patted [member="Trechtus"] on the head. "Look, oh doubting one!"

Holding up the keys before him I jangled them. A rather smug smile may have blossomed on my rakish features. In mere seconds I had unlocked the door with the keys and swung it wide. I emerged cautiously at first, then all at once.

"Swiftly!" I called, laughing, as I ran down the prison hall. "I can almost taste freedom!"

Unfortunately, it appeared the explosion had also done something I had not foreseen. Namely, it interrupted my hypnotic telepathy.

The Togorian woke up.

 

[Rekali the Hutt]

Ardak was a luckier man than he'd anticipated, and the floor he'd came over was not a well guarded area, but a cell holding two Gran. One rushed at him before Ardak quickly held out his rifle, pointing directly at the unarmed Gran.

"<Is your name Jorva Pollis>" Ardak spoke in a nearly unaccented huttuse, while remembering one of his targets was a Gran.

"<I am Jorva Pollis.>" The other Gran spoke, meeting Ardak's Huttese with his own. Ardak moved his gun from one Gran to other and shot the man's neck, leaving a burning crater of a cavity in his lower neck and upper torso. His cellmate screamed, but Jorva did not, the blast ending his life before he spoke. Ardak passed the nameless Gran without care, just walking over to the body and took out a datapad. The then pulled up the body and leaned it next to him, neck-cavity and all, and then took a selfie before dumping the body on the ground. Proof of services rendered.

While he was busy taking pictures and the living gran made his way into the sewers the nearby guards were not appreciative. A couple Togarians rushed over, with stun prods in hand. Ardak shot a couple of Ssi-Ruuvi Paddle Beamer bolts at them, stunning the beast-men before they could properly utilize their weapons. From there, as the inmates cheered Ardak put some Detonite on the ceiling above him, and blasted the door in front of him opening. Once he was in the hallway he detonated the explosive, creating more shakes in the jail as his hole in was covered, neutralizing an escape option for the criminals around him. Forcing a prison riot rather than an escape.

With that done Ardak took his blaster and shot at all of the doors in the cells, causing a mass of prisoners to flood into the halls, running around to combat the new prison guards coming towards the "Ubese" bounty hunter. The prison riot was on and one body was done. Only three to go before he could get off this hellhole of a planet.

[member="Trechtus"] [member="Sasha"] @Mala @Adrian Cassidy

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

[member="Sasha"]

"Yes." Was the singular, abrupt response Sasha got for his question. Really, he should have known better by now.

With the explosion, the Togorian's limp form had shuffled closer to the bars. Trechtus watched Sasha struggle to grab the keys for a few more moments before the Anzat finally was able to grab them. He contemplated clapping in response to this success, but that would have been way too emotive. Even if it would have been sarcastic, ironic clapping.

Still, it had worked, and Trechtus was relieved he wouldn't have to spend too much time in this dump. At least, if they weren't captured. Perhaps he should consider being nicer and more supportive of Sasha. It would do better for their ability to work cohesively in the field. These positive thoughts were banished when Sasha pat him on the head.

Trechtus waved Sasha's hand away. "Don't do that again." He requested, in his usual lackluster tone.

Sasha stepped out into the hall, proceeding down the hallway like a merry idiot. Trechtus moved to follow, only to feel something grab his ankle. Namely, the recently awoken Togorian. Trechtus turned and looked down, his passive gaze meeting that of the snarling, infuriated Togorian. Naturally Trechtus did not look perturbed by this development. Little did anyone know was that the only reason he did not immediately defecate was because he had been made to use the facilities before being put into this cell.

Thankfully, internal terror did little to dull Trechtus' instinctual action. Namely, to kick the Togorian in the face as hard as he could. While it did succeed in dazing the Togorian, there was only so much Trechtus could do. The Togorian's grip remained firm. Another kick. Still firm, but now the Togorian was getting up.

He really hoped Sasha would open up the other cells.

 

[Mala]

Curled in a tight ball, Mala wasn't entirely sure when the fists stopped raining down on her, she only knew that she hurt and she could smell ozone. Bright eyes peered out from beneath her arms. Chaos had erupted around her and the guards were more occupied with the far larger, more aggressive criminals that were attempting to choke them, or took pleasure in bouncing there heads off the bars off walls.

She stayed where she was, for at least two more minutes before discerning that it was safe to move and she was no longer being paid attention to. She climbed to her feet, a screech exploding from her as a body slammed into the wall and slid down it, neck hanging at an awkward angle she back peddled rapidly and pressed her back against the wall, keeping to the edge of the fights eyes scanning rapidly for an escape route. She bounded into the fray, spotting a gap in the fights, skipping over a downed guard.

She skidded to a halt, eyes flicked back towards the guards, eyes falling on the stun baton at his hip. She retreated to his side and yanked it from his belt. Grinning at her new toy she peered between the legs of those fighting around her, spotting someone with keys who was running in her direction. Mala darted forward, baton crackling to life in her hand, making her hairs stand on end with static. She stood upright before the persons path. "KEYS!" she yelled over the din her free hand extending for them. He would either notice her, or he wouldn't. If he attempted to dodge round her, that baton would be aiming for kneecaps.

[member="Sasha"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"KEYS!" Something purple and tiny squeaked.

"Beg pardo-"

A baton met my left kneecap with a solid whack, bringing my run to an abrupt halt. I hopped on one leg, muttering a string of profanities the likes of which would have your mother red-faced. And just like that the violently violet creature blurred past me, ripping the keys right out of my hand.

"What the devil?"

Whack!

"Ow! Would you stop?!"

A roar rose above the tumult. My green eyes stood as wide as saucers and I turned slowly around, pain in my kneecaps forgotten for the moment. The Togorian was on his feet and had one very sharp set of claws upraised as it prepared to shred some poor sap- oh, it was [member="Trechtus"]. Well, I'll admit the thought of leaving him behind did cross my mind. I would have little compunctions with doing so, but after the Togorian finished off the Stennes he would be coming after me. I am very good at running... but I am not as fast as a two hundred plus pound feline.

So, I simply stretched out my mind and tugged at the Togorian's thoughts, pulling feelings of exhaustion and tiredness to the surface.

"Sleep!"

[member="Mala"]

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

[member="Sasha"] | [member="Mala"]

The Togorian stood, dragging Trechtus up with him. The helpless Stennes Shifter was dangled helplessly above the floor. Trechtus could head the distinctive sound of claws being unsheathed as the Togorian jailer prepared to tear him apart. He was going to die now while Sasha escaped. This was so frighteningly typical, it was borderline cliche. It seemed his earlier predictions were correct. He was going to die in this prison. It was a good life while it lasted, he supposed. Even though he didn't remember the majority of it. He wondered, briefly, that if he could remember the days he wandered the galaxy as a mute, barely sapient parasite of Force energy that-

Wait, there was Sasha, getting kneecapped by a furry purple creature. The doors dividing this cell block from the next had opened, and now the riot was spilling through. Not fun. Fortunately, even from his upside-down perspective, he could see this unfolding. Sasha caught sight of Trechtus predicament and kindly requested that the Togorian holding Trechtus take an impromptu rest. The Togorian was almost too happy to oblige, collapsing onto the floor right then and there. The only real problem with this was that as they both fell, the Togorian collapsed on top of Trechtus.

Under the tremendous girth of the Togorian, Trechtus was now stuck. The Stennes shifted and squirmed, but it looked like he wouldn't get out until next post.

 

[Mala]

Mala's ears flattened against her head at the roar, fear fixing her momentarily to the spot keys clutched it one hand, baton sparking in the other. She should have just run, but the giant extended his hand and told the togorian to sleep. The togorian slept. The baton lowered and she inched forward nose twitching, if he could make people sleep then he would make a good ally. She tried to remember the proper process for making allies and friends, something about helping each other?

The baton snapped up to jab the man in the ribs. "You help Mala!" she demanded, eyes flicking to the man stuck under the togorian "You help him, then help Mala."

@Trechtus [member="Sasha"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Well, you're certainly a demanding one aren't you?" I muttered, mood thoroughly soured. Getting whacked in the kneecap by a baton is decidedly not conducive to a pleasant state of mind.

The general public of the prison, and by that I mean the host of degenerates, erupted into a massive riot that was steadily spilling out into the hallway. Yet another reason I needed the Stennes to get out of here. He had a peculiar way of slipping through crowds without anyone noticing.

I stalked hurriedly toward the sleeping Togorian and shoved at his tremendous bulk. "But since..." I panted, this was quite difficult. "You ask..." I set my feet and pushed. "So... nicely-arrrgh."

The heavy feline body slumped off of Trechtus and I extracted the Stennes from his furry tomb. Aha, another victory for Team Sasha.

[member="Mala"] [member="Trechtus"] [member="Ardak Serifen"] [member="Adrian Cassidy"]

 

[Rekali the Hutt]

As Ardak scoured through the hallways releasing prisoners and inciting riots he found himself face to face with a one armed Defel. Clever bastard, winding around the outskirts in his cloaked fashion, but someone ran into him into the chaos, prompting him to let out a canine howl. With the howl permeating the air Ardak switched on his infra-red vision and found the Defel, before putting a blaster bolt in his chest. There was admittedly some discomfort in the prisoners about seeing a man be shot, but once they realized Ardak didn't care, or have time to shoot individual prisoners they merely fled from his presence. De-activating his infra-red as he headed over to the body he got beside the body and took another picture. Two down bounties down, two to go. He might just survive this yet.

Not one to dote on one's kills, or accomplishments, Ardak was soon headed out, looking for the rest of his prey. What he found next however, was a rather odd congregation of individuals. A small human man, lifting a togarian off a rather frightening looking individual. Or rather, he would have looked a bit creepy or frightening if he wasn't trapped under a Togorian much like a spider under a boot. Add to that the rampaging Squib with the guard's baton on her person and he had the beginnings of an adventuring group in one of those overdone Atrisian RPG's. A quick glance told him they might have been the most harmless people in the prison, but perhaps they could be useful.

"<Have any of you seen Yira Shul or Seera Pirten?>" He asked in Huttese. Yira Shul was a large Transdoshan with tattoos adorning the entirety his body, while Seera Pirten was the Eldorai Woman they'd likely know as the Jail's Head of Operations, or whatever title they had given her. Two targets he'd kill. Perhaps with their help.

[member="Sasha"] [member="Trechtus"] [member="Mala"]

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

[member="Sasha"] | [member="Mala"] | [member="Ardak Serifen"]

Trechtus could have gotten out from that Togorian on his own, given another post or two. Then the strange creature that had kneecapped Sasha ordered the Anzat to help get the gigantic Togorian off of him. Sasha obliged, apparently unwilling to use his hypnotic powers against the furry critter. Whatever Sasha's motivation for not dominating the will of the Squib and ordering it to beat itself senseless, Trechtus was grateful to no longer be pinned to the ground by the Togorian.

"Thanks." Trechtus said, notably more to Sasha than the Squib. Whatever that thing was, it had attacked the closest thing he had to a friend, and clearly was not to be trusted.

It looked pretty innocent, though. Almost harmless if it weren't for the stun baton. Speaking of scared, Trechtus was starting to take note of the negative emotions running rampant through the prison. He could have started feeding, but there were more pressing matters to attend to. Escape first, leech off the Force energy inherent in people's stupid feelings later. Once free, Trechtus fiddled with the stun baton on the now unconscious Togorian jailer's belt. He really didn't want to end up like Sasha, unarmed and at the mercy of a Squib.

Once Trechtus had a weapon to call his own, a humanoid entered the cell. He was clearly armed, armored, and dangerous. He was also not a guard. Not to jump to conclusions or anything, but Trechtus decided it was reasonably likely that this man had something to do with the prison riot currently raging all around them. Trechtus also did not speak Huttese, so he merely stared blankly, half-waiting for the mercenary to gun them all down after they all proved incapable of answering his question.

Pessimist that he was, Trechtus considered that to be the most likely scenario.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Just as Team Sasha was on the cusp of escaping the jaws of death and defeat, who should arrive but some albino fellow wielding a blaster of some sort. I licked my lips and held up my hands to forestall imminent demise, hoping he shot Trechtus first so that by his noble sacrifice I might escape to freedom. However, it seemed he wished to talk instead! This was fortunate as talking is my second favorite, the first is eating. Both are much better than fighting.

Unfortunately, he chose to speak in Huttese, which I have not spoken in around thirty years... had this falling out with Bobo the Hutt a while back.

"Uhm, yes, well the albino man wants to know where his pet is," I said for the benefit of [member="Trechtus"].

[Achute heee mah pateessa. Jeejee cha bla peee mee sahuaka doth, koumi tee uba besnewa da cihmihe kaa.] <<Hello there my friend. We do not know where your pet is, unless you mean that purple thing.>>

I pointed at [member="Mala"].

[member="Ardak Serifen"] [member="Shakes"]