Purgatory (Kay Arenais)

[Doyle]

Lucinda was not surprised that there wasn't much known about her by others. It was quite enjoyable. It enabled her to do whatever she liked. There was much freedom in it.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] seemed to be quite the stubborn fellow. But that was to be expected, given that she was holding his wife in her prison. All perfectly legally too, of course.

She raised a brow slightly as he remarked on Kay's parentage, as well as their family connections. "I am very much aware of who her Father is, Mr. Arenais.
And I am quite certain that he would side with me on this one." [member="Tobias Larr"] had pretty much disowned [member="Kay Arenais"] , and all because she was a Force User.

"And you are right.
This facility does not come cheap, and I have my backers to support it. Purgatory serves it's purpose for the betterment of the Galaxy."

 

[WolfMortum]

[member="Lucinda Larr"] knew of [member="Kay Arenais"] father...-Furthermore, she believed that he would support her. Veiere had taken a gamble mentioning him, though he hadn't spoken the man's name and her response gave him the suspicion that there was more going on in towards Kay's incarceration than what was being publicly shown. "The betterment of the Galaxy...-Best intentions" Veiere repeated in open thought, "Some of the Galaxies greatest tragedies were made with the best of intentions".

"I don't buy it" Veiere focused back on the Warden once more, shaking his head slowly; "Kay's removal from Commenor and this so-called trial of hers that was apparently done in secret. Under Commenori law, her guilt and sentencing was to be decided by my Home-World, my people, not yours. Under who's government authority did you take her into custody?" he spoke bluntly, shifting to lean his right side against the arm of his chair as he looked back across her desk at the woman defiantly.

"There were influences surrounding her guilt that haven't been taken into consideration, such as the manipulation by the Sith Empire in Kay's supposed actions" Veiere explained, though his tone of voice seeming more accusing than anything. "This whole thing smells of corruption to me, and you have more of a stake in this one than you're letting on".

 

[Doyle]

Again Lucinda raised a brow as [member="Veiere Arenais"] proclaimed that he didn't buy her intentions in regards to how she ran Purgatory. What's more, he was accusing her of concocting this whole affair. How absurd!

She sat back in her chair, steepling her fingers and resting them under her chin, with her elbows on the arm rests. "Do you honestly believe that I had anything to do with the trial or the sentencing? I think that you give me far too much credit, Mr. Arenais."

Was she to tell him everything that he wanted to know? Certainly not. His love for his wife was clouding his mind. He had his own ideas as to how he thought the events unfolded. So regardless of what she had said, she doubted that he'd believe her. "The only corruption in regards to your home world lies within your government. It was by their authority that she was brought here. You see Mr. Arenais, Purgatory is not loyal to one government over another. We serve all of them and they bring me their worst."

 

[WolfMortum]

Veiere frowned, staring back at [member="Lucinda Larr"] not certain he had heard her correctly. "You're saying that someone inside Commenor's government orchestrated this affair? Tried and found guilty, kept secret from the Monarchy?" He needed to be certain that he was hearing her correctly, though the idea wasn't an impossible one. Their very own intelligence agency could have achieved such a thing if they believed it was in Commenor's benefit. If that was the case, this would all have been Veiere's doing.

For such a thing to be possible, right under his very nose, whoever had managed it would have had to have a great deal of contacts and resources...-Very reliable intelligence, and some sort of evidence or a witness who was present all those years ago. His jaw clenched, tightened. He had lost the argument in that moment and Veiere knew it. He would not go against the law, especially the law of his own Home-World, that he had tried so hard to retain and reinforce.

"What are the conditions of Kay's holding?" he asked after a significant moment of tense silence; "Can her comfort be bought, so that she might at-least have some sort of mercy under your watch...".

 

[Doyle]

Lucinda didn't answer the questions that [member="Veiere Arenais"] pondered upon out loud. Instead she just looked at him. That may irritate him or get him to search for his own answers. Either way, she didn't really care.

And now he was talking business. Proper business. Lucinda's business. She leaned forward in her chair as she picked up her tea and had a sip. "Now that is something that we can work on. I can arrange for better meals, restful sleep, exercise....protection. All for a price, of course. Yet if she steps out of line or tries to escape, then those privileges can start to slip away." Another thing that she didn't mention was that the other inmates could get jealous and start to cause his wife trouble. But she did offer protection. And that of course would be the first thing to go if she stepped out of line.

 

[WolfMortum]

"I'd like her to have some sort of provisional leave from her cell, for exercise and a change of environment too. You can have her watched, put a bloody lead on her if you have too but if I'm paying for my Wife's comfort, I would hope it's worth the price and will benefit her mental health as much so as her physical..." Credits weren't the question, but there were other concerns that Veiere had for [member="Kay Arenais"] outside of the question of her release and return to civilization, Veiere worried for her emotional and mental fatigue, wishing more than anything that he could be there to keep her from giving up on life altogether. "I am a well connected man, as I'm sure you know..." He added, this time his tone sounding something more than insistent; "A well liked and influential one. I have the funds, but I also have other means at my disposal. Should anything happen to her, I'm sure you'll understand that I'll be rather...Indisposed to the emotional fallout that would follow" he was wording himself very carefully, and although [member="Lucinda Larr"] would likely hear the underlying threat, he had played around the consequences of saying it out-right.

He had brought a war back against the Sith in response to their occupancy over Commenor, it was a dangerous place to go, bartering with him over his wife's well-being. "So...-What will her conditions be then, in detail" he asked the question, while insisting he be given the answers at the same time.

 

[Doyle]

Lucinda pulled out her datapad, turned it on and began taking some notes. She was also tallying up the fees associated with making Kay 'comfortable'.

And as she was about to respond, the tone that [member="Veiere Arenais"] took on a different turn. When at first it seemed as though she had the upper hand, Veiere had decided to reveal an ace in his sleeve. A threat. A thinly veiled threat. But a threat nonetheless.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she didn't appreciate what he was doing. Lucinda didn't like getting her hands tied. She preferred complete control. Still, she just read out her list, in detail. "Your wife will get one hour in the recreation room each day. Once a certain sector is deemed safe enough, she'll be moved to the general population. There she'll have company, more freedom of movement and even a roommate. And her food will be of higher quality."

Still with the datapad in hand, she stared at him, her voice sounding more cheery than she really was, giving her words a sarcastic undertone. "Will there be anything else that I can do for you, Mr. Arenais?"

 

[WolfMortum]

"Yes, there is one more thing" Veiere responded shortly there-after, "Ensure the room-mate is instructed to offer my wife the necessary protection, and inform them that Kay's family will be paying them via similar comforts as my wive's. Preferably someone connected, I'm sure you'll have a number of criminal organizations incarcerated here..." He leaned back into his seat, placing an elbow against the arm-rest and stroking his beard thoughtfully, his gaze leaving the warden to consider the situation in it's frustrating lack of results. The request might have sounded like a gamble but Veiere knew the reality of such facilities, regardless of whether their Warden was corrupt or not. Leverage bought you protection, and protection bought you time to serve and eventually leave in one piece.

"Naturally, I will also wish to visit her frequently. Conjugal visits" he clarified, looking back to [member="Lucinda Larr"] somewhat expectant of argument; "Following all of that, you will have done plenty" he concluded with matched sarcasm, offering a smile through his teeth in what would be laced gratitude. Needless to say, it would not take much for her to convince Veiere to become a very sharp thorn in her side.

 

[Doyle]

Once again Lucinda was tempted to narrow her eyes as [member="Veiere Arenais"] continued with his demands for the conditions for his wife. Of course there were numerous members from various gangs and criminal organizations in Purgatory. But who would do anything that a Jedi was paying them to do? Such a thing would be harmful to their health and would lead to a shortened life. "I will look into vetting some possibilities." And if there were none to be found? Oh well! Too bad!

She set aside her datapad and picked up her tea, taking a sip as Veiere seemed to pause and think for a moment. But what he had requested after that pause caused Lucinda to spew her mouthful of tea out across the desk, some of which headed right in his direction. Her stiff composure ruined as she coughed in order to regain control of herself. "C-c-conjugal?! Frequent visits?! I think that you've mistaken Purgatory for some second-rate motel.
All visits must be requested IN WRITING two weeks in advance.
For security purposes, there is very little privacy here. I'm sure you can understand that. Visitations will be limited to one half hour. Understand?" The last thing that Luconda needed was for everyone to be requesting conjugal visits. Then Purgatory really would be hell.

 

[WolfMortum]

"Oh I think you misunderstand, Warden" Veiere shook his head slowly, glancing down momentarily before looking back to her with a slim smile; "I'm not asking. I'm paying for a service and I expect my Credits will be put to good use. It would be a terrible shame for a facility that is serving the Galaxy so well, as you said, to come under the investigation of the Silver Jedi Order on charges of corruption and extortion. I'm certain with my friends reputation, this would put a rather big black smudge upon the reputation of this fine installation" Veiere countered [member="Lucinda Larr"], his formerly feigned manners having disappeared and in return, he held a serious glare towards the woman with little notion that he would be backing down. If Lucinda thought that she could abuse the civil rights of citizens, guilty or otherwise, and go so far to extort their friends and family, Veiere would play a similar game for the sake of [member="Kay Arenais"].

"She's a relatively non-violent and low risk inmate compared to the rest of them, even you must see that", without the Force Kay wasn't about to be doing anyone any harm. "It's not as though she can escape from your custody, so you might as well spare yourself the scrutiny of the Jedi and allow her some small comforts. It's not like I'll be here on a weekly basis. More likely it's going to be on a fortnightly basis".

 

[Doyle]

Oh his credits will be put to good use alright....

Lucinda stared hard back at [member="Veiere Arenais"] now that her composure was regained. [member="Veiere Arenais"] was threatening her again. Typical Jedi. All they do is meddle.

"Your Jedi have no authority here. I have it in good faith to know that the Chiss are set to take over the area. So unless you plan on starting yet another intergalactic incident that the Galaxy doesn't need, an incident that would lead to the Galaxy's worst being set free to harm the innocents, well, I certainly wouldn't want to have that reputation."

Oh how she hated Force Users, especially Jedi. They always acted so high and mighty, always thought that their way was the only way and that they had authority over everyone else. It disgusted her.

"The amount of visitors your wife gets does make her a high risk. Subdued or not, the risk of escape is high." Of course if things got too bad, she could always move Kay somewhere else, never guving the right co-ordinates to her Jedi husband or anyone. It might be extreme but necessary. "For security purposes, Mr. Arenais, there will be very little privacy."

Lucinda wanted him out of her office and out of Purgatory as soon as possible. Bowing down to him to get that wasn't an option, however.

 

[WolfMortum]

"Some would argue that the Jedi are the authority" Veiere pointed out in counter-argument, "As we work alongside the governments of the Galaxy to ensure that the Law is followed, for the good of the people". Veiere had been blindfolded on his way to the Prison Facility, though [member="Lucinda Larr"] had given him a relatively large clue as to what corner of the Galaxy he was in, he chose not to comment on the Chiss for that reason. "So be it then, little privacy yet the frequency of regular visits remain" he nodded in agreement, Lucinda choosing her wording poorly. Veiere had got what he wanted and [member="Kay Arenais"] would be better off for it in the long run.

"Is that the contract, then?" He gestured to the paper the Warden had been reading over and writing upon, "I believe that we're in agreement, and will sign it providing that the details are all accurate". It wouldn't surprise him for the woman to try and sneak some sort of scapegoat clause in there somewhere, though this wasn't Veiere's first bout against the likes of her.

 

[The Amalgam]

The Amalgam, after leaving [member="Kay Arenais"] and [member="Veiere Arenais"], had traveled surreptiously down Kay's cell block, having memorized the positions of the cameras as her currently musclebound form plodded crudely through its passages. Out of camera sight, a cavity in her stomach opened up and she removed a small jar of blood. Her blood to be exact.

She had been writing little incantations all over the walls, watching the blood disappear seconds after due to the dark magic it was tainted with. She had been writing parts of it down systematically in whatever section of the prison she could get access to. It reminded her of the good old days. Of when she had been operating out of her ship during the the early days after she had become what she was now.

The days when she hadn't had a doubt in the world. Where she would have mocked the idea of having a friend. Before the centuries had set in. Before the thousand different betrayals that used to give her such a rush had begun to lose their edge.

The promise of power, of transcendence, was an intoxicating one. Enough to keep her going. The torture and murder and utter chaos had been fun. But at some point it had to have an end goal for her. It always did.

A twisted, treasonous-to-the-Bogan thought played out...what if she had just...stayed buried. Went to sleep in that lie she crafted.

This thought almost made her stop as she applied the blood to an out of the way area with no witnesses. This magic would take more time to prepare...but when she sprang it...this whole wretched prison would get a surprise. What slowed her was the fact she could not risk using Force Powers. Not with Kay's husband around. She'd go off like a flare to him if she did that. The magic was slower, but less risk of setting Veiere off. The Amalgam didn't want to fight him and automatically make an enemy of his wife. Besides, she was good at picking off your average knight, but as her own master had warned her, never go after another vet in the profession without a damn good plan.

"Witches need besties..." The Amalgam repeated under her breath as she watched the blood she had written her horrifying incantation in disappear into the wal, slowly but surely turning this surface into a conduit.

"Witches need besties..."


Later on...


The Amalgam walked in her burly prison guard form, watching the blocks she passed through engage in gang fights. Casually cracking the skull of a random prisoner who came a bit too close, she sighed, watching how this naked anarchy and cruelty reminded her of the alleys she had battled other homeless people in for food, often with that straight, double edged fighting knife that had been her only friend. She didn't know where it was. If she had, it might have caused even more internal conflict then she was already feeling.

Casually dodging another prisoner with a shiv, casually knee capping him as the person she imitated would have done, she calmly looked for another place to smear her blood where no one would notice. The stink of this place reminded her the most of the underworks, and the way the shadows hugged the walls, and the banality of its inhabitants. She had taught herself to read by the time she was fifty. A good many of the people in the works after the Plague had been so intellectually impoverished they could barely spell their own name. It disgusted and ashamed her that she was once just like those hundred different vagabonds she had been in competition with down there...shortsighted and impulsive.

Had her daughter Uri been there, she might have been so bold as to make the claim that not much had changed. She would be so wrong. She looked at these prisoners and saw nothing of herself in them. As has been said before, elsewhere, this was due to both her vanity and hubris. In time, she would come to see that too much of the pain she saw in these people tearing each other apart for the amusement of the guards resided in her still. But by the time she would be of a mindset to appreciate this fact and want to change it, it would be far too late.

But that time it would be far too late had not arrived.

Not yet.

The Amalgam completed the rounds of the man she was disguised as before heading for the cafeteria. The place may have been crap but at least the food was excellent. It'd have to be, with what the guards had to deal with on a daily basis. Before she entered the cafeteria, traveling down the stark, empty passages that led to administrative sections and to the cafeteria, she carefully laid down the same tainted summoning inscriptions on a wall, watching as it disappeared. It was sure annoying having to re-hide the jar of blood every time she did though...oh well...Kay was her...friend (she still was not used to that sentiment) and the Amalgam could only show affection in her own ever twisted way...

 

[WolfMortum]

Escorted by a Security Officer, Veiere was guided back down to the level where [member="Kay Arenais"] was being held. [member="Lucinda Larr"] and Veiere had come to a reluctant agreement, Veiere having had to settle for what comforts he could provide his wife during her stay within Purgatory. She'd be given more than most, and Veiere was going to pay through the teeth to make her time as safe and easy-going as he could. Despite not being ready to leave Kay in such a Force forsaken hole, he had overstayed his welcome and it was time to update her with the news before being kicked out of.

"Well..." Veiere began to speak, having reached the Cell window where he had left Kay earlier; "I've certainly dealt with easier people in the past, but I've managed to secure a deal with the Warden. You'll be being transferred into a large cell and given better accommodation and privileges. Unfortunately, I couldn't swing your release...-Atleast, not yet", he had gone so far as to try to threaten and intimidate the Warden, behavior that was typically frowned upon by the Jedi Order. He was desperate to have his wife back and out among the rest of the Galaxy once more. Her crimes were serious, that was true, yet she had been turned and forced to become someone else by Darth Prazutis who had tortured and humiliated her. She'd been given such a cruel treatment in her time as his Apprentice, that she'd really had little choice but to give in to his demands back then...

"I'll also be visiting you regularly. I'll keep you updated with how the Kids are doing, love".

[member="The Amalgam"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

By the time [member="Veiere Arenais"] arrived, Kay had finished eating her sandwich. It wasn't much, but it was something. And of course she was just dying for some tea. Perhaps that was why V.P. let her have her fill of it before they left Commenor, knowing that she probably won't have any for quite some time. If only she had pocketed some. She glanced down at the yellow jumpsuit that she was currently wearing. No. They'd of taken anything from her pockets.

She got to her feet and approached the door as Veiere spoke. At least he had managed to get something to go to her favour. Kay smiled a little, her eyes studying the face of her husband. If the situation was reversed, she'd be doing the same for him. They both knew that. It made it easier, this whole situation, to know that they both had eachother's backs.

~Thank you my dear. I look forward to the change of scenery, and your visits. The next time you are here, could you bring me over some tea? I'm sure that I could use some as the days go on. Unless they have some here. I'm not really sure.~ Kay took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, putting herself more at ease. She couldn't let Veiere know about [member="The Amalgam"] , at least not yet. Perhaps in the end it'd be better if he didn't know that she had someone working on getting her out. This way the Warden wouldn't suspect him of anything and stop him from being allowed to visit. ~Give my love to them, will you? Tell them not to worry, and that I've been in worse situations than this. At least here I have the chance to make friends. That's a hundred times better than before. And you take care of yourself, alright?~ No doubt if he was to die in some battle, the Warden would be right quick to rub it in her face. Hopefully that'll never happen.