Soldier of Misfortune [Open]

[Rhan Komo]

The barrel of the blaster pressed firmly against the side of Rhan’s head. It was silently reminding him of his nearing death. His eyes were shut tight, no longer able to stare into death’s glare without wincing with heartache. No, no longer could he hold on to anything, he already counted the few seconds remaining of his life. A few seconds remaining, he began to remember all that led him to this point.

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I knew I was not going to come out exactly healthy from this prison but I had to try to help the others unjustly imprisoned here as well. That Man was here after all, that Man that had wronged my partner Rippana. The shackles were not as tight, but that small consolation to my current predicament. I heard the yells and cries of other prisoners and this place was simply a place of despair and broken spirits.

I lazily shook my shackles, I found no possible way for my arms to stretch any farther than past my shoulders and my legs I couldn’t move them any higher than perhaps four inches from the ground. I was utterly subdued and at the mercy of the Warden of this prison.

The Warden himself was of large build, if not a bit on the husky side. I wondered if he expected me to quiver and shake in front of him. To show fear like the others in this prison.

“They told me you are of Mandalorian training and upbringing,” The Warden stated, not a question, simply telling a fact. “And a spirit of one surpasses that of any mighty creature, you should be fun to break Mandalorian. It would be an honor,” The Warden added, his voice filled with passion as if this was his divine duty to torture.

The Warden walked over the three cowering people across the cell from me, I uttered “Don’t hurt them,” and I regretted those words as soon as they came out of my mouth. The Warden snapped his head towards me and gave me the cruelest smile. I am a Soldier first, I learned that my strength was for protection and instruction. Mandalorian Honor was not on my mind currently.

“Don’t hurt them you say?” The Warden said triumphantly. “How noble, Marshall begin.” The Warden ordered.

The guard nodded and walked towards the woman, he first unlocked the shackles of both the young man and woman. They in turn greedily embraced one another but Marshall tore the reunion apart, but before the man could do anything to stop the guard. a flash of metal and a disgusting gurgling sound was heard from the woman as her throat was slit open. Marshall stepped back to allow the young man to embrace his dying love and while the life was draining from the woman’s eyes Marshall slit the throat of the man as well. Both were slowly bleeding out in one another’s embrace.

The elderly woman was gagging on her own sorrow and as each body slumped limp on the ground Marshall released the old woman and she quickly moved over to the young couple’s side. Her soft sobs filled the silence of the cell, before chuckles and laughter emitted from the Warden as his other guard.

“You wanted to save them? YOU wanted to save random strangers?! My goodness you must be one of the softest Mandalorians ever. Perhaps you wouldn’t be as difficult as my superiors had claimed, anyways I should perhaps let you try to regain some respect.” The Warden said to me, my eyes brimming with tears but the fire in them burned bright with anger. Yes I was soft, I was not born into a Warrior's world, I was raised as a Soldier from Parents who were soldiers, and theirs before them as well. Duty and Servitude were my pillars.

He snapped his finger and the cell door swung open, another guard walked in but he was escorting a young girl. Her hair was silver with a blond tint to it and had a pair of the largest grey eyes I had ever seen. She was terrified beyond anything and seeing three bodies with their throats slit opened did nothing but cause grief and pain. Sheer agony.

“I don’t like killing without a bit of suffering, and I don’t like children being killed all the same. So that’s why I’m going to have you kill her Mandalorian.” The Warden said a matter of factually.

I gave him a disbelieving look, “No,” I said, making my stand.

“Oh? Is that it right? Defy me? Well sadly that is not how it works around here my young Mandalorian,” The Warden said, snapping his fingers again and the guard escorted the girl out of the cell room.

I had a sickening sensation in my stomach, I knew full that this man enjoyed seeing pain and sorrow and grief. Those emotions were like candy to his twisted dark soul, he savored every last drop of emotion displayed on me. I looked away, disgusted of how it turned out. No longer could I stop people from dying around me. It was a terrible feeling and I did not want to think about what the Warden was going to do with the little girl and me.

My eyes traveled the three bodies from across me, a small shiver conquered my skin and I could not believe what happened. He had ordered the execution in front of me to simply prove a point. This Warden was the man who held your life in his hands. He certainly had that little girl’s and mine currently.

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The blaster barrel felt cold against Rhan’s head, so cold he wondered how it would feel after the blast went through. His last act in his life was condemning a little girl this fate, how he wanted so badly to change the cruelty of this galaxy.. It didn’t matter now, nothing did, he couldn’t go back to see to his friends and family. Perhaps the closest thing he had right now was the blaster. Something closer would come soon Rhan thought wearily. His finger pulling on the trigger; Vengeance was bittersweet, such a horrid thing to die for much less live for as well.

A siren broke the tense moment as the guards and Warden looked around, confused looks shared as the Warden dug into his CommLink and shouted into it. Trying to get a response from someone as he shooed away the guards to report back to the Command Center. He looked back to Rhan with a disappointed look, “A Shame, I had so much more planned out for you, but this will have to suffice until I get back,” He commentated as he aimed his blaster and shot at Rhan’s right arm.

Rhan clenched his teeth tightly together but it was useless to muffle his agonized scream of pain, he clenched his arm as the cell door shut in front of him as the Warden’s laughter echoed away as he went off to deal with whatever caused the siren to go off. Rhan seethed as he looked around and leaned against the cool stone wall. He was alone in his cell, even the cells around him were empty and the eerie silence filled his area as the siren finally quieted. His wound continued to sting as he rested his head and healthy left arm on his knees. Freed from his shackles but not from his despair, it ate at him as he realized he had just accepted death. No fear to drive him, to push him over the edge, just simple acceptance. His left hand turned into a fist, his eyes turned back to its icy cold stare.

Self pity was useless, anger too was an emotion that couldn’t fuel him enough, Rhan remembered his strengths. Cool, calm composure, combined with deadly efficiency of a hardened soldier. The Warden assumed Rhan was a broken man, allowed him to remain unshackled, and now Rhan had a chance to show the Warden’s grave error.

 

[Nicair Claden]

The siren went off the instant the Wookiee kicked the guard, almost like someone expected it to happen. Regardless once it did, hell broke loose. The commons flooded with guards and the prisoners knew only one instinct, fight back. Nicair knew it was his only option, the guards wouldn't discriminate, not that he was against getting back at the cruel sentries.

All in half a second he was forced to roll away from his position, a rodian was lying hurt and moaning where he had just been standing. He looked up swiftly to see a guard rushing towards him. The guard rushed him with a right hook, his swing was too wide, an easy thing to deflect with a raised forearm. The guard's left was coming in for a lower gut shot, a raised knee blocked it with a sharp crack. Nicair brought his hands together on the back of the guard's neck and sprang into the air a flying knee to the man's nose, the crack and give of it amused the prisoner whom landed athletically. He lowered his position and began searching for the next threat.

 

[Sadran Simitri]

"Crap." Sadran cursed as she cut herself on the metal blade she was using to etch another tally into the stone wall of her cell. It had been almost three months in this hell hole called prison. "Three down, forever to go." A sentence of one lifetime for a false accusation, the judge assigned to her case was a real ass in her opinion. She leaned her head against the cell bars and looked out. For weeks she had been trying to figure a way out of here with no luck.

The next cell over she heard the warden talking to an inmate, one she hadn't personally met. She stood up and gripped the bars when she realized what was happening, terror took over her whole body. The man and woman she had met before, they were friendly to her. That wasn't something she experienced often. And the elderly woman was extremely sweet to everyone, even in a prison. Her heartbeat raced in her chest as she heard the three bodies slump to the ground, one, two, three.

After a few moments she opened her eyes to see a guard bringing a little girl down the passageway. What could she had possibly done to land in a place like this? Surely she wasn't capable of something truly awful. Whatever it was, Sadran yearned to be free of this cell so she could do something to stop what was happening.

Just then a siren sounded, she could hear guards shouting. She jumped when she heard the bang of a blaster sound throughout the halls. She wanted to scream but knew not to draw attention to herself. She looked out to see the warden rounding the corner out of sight. She prayed the little girl hadn't been shot, but she heard the gun so she couldn't fathom up much hope.

Sadran realized that if there was any hope of getting out of here it would be now, during all the commotion. But she couldn't see anyone else around, and she didn't know if anyone was even alive in the cell beside her. Still, it was worth trying.

"H-hello? Is anyone out there?"

[member="Rhan Komo"]
[member="Nicair Claden"]

 

[Nicair Claden]

[member="Sadran Simitri"]
[member="Rhan Komo"]

The pang of the blaster echoed throughout the commons as the Warden walked into the small riot that had formed. They may all be inmates, but they knew what to do when they heard a blaster, stop or shot. The scene froze, a wookiee still had a guard up above its head before the man was set down nice and gentle so as to not draw attention. Nicair's next ground and pound punch was stopped after two guards tackled him forcing him from his mount. He couldn't help it, his anxiety rose too much, all he could see was combat. He foolishly continued struggling as the guards restrained him on the ground. The Warden walked up to him blaster held in front.

"Cease your actions boy or I will cover these men in your blood." Nicair finally started to calm down as his breathing steadied and he was able to control his movements. He glared up at the Warden.

"Good, glad we understand each other." He pushed the barrel of the blaster into Nicair's forehead. "Send him back with the others, and don't wash the blood off the ground, this one seems to like it." His face showed his anger as the guards hoisted him up and he scowled as they led him back the way the Warden had come. He could hear shouting as they led him through the halls.

 

[Rhan Komo]

[member="Nicair Claden"]
[member="Sadran Simitri"]


Rhan breathed in deeply as he prodded at his injury, the blaster burn would need treatment sooner or later, preferably sooner but at the moment he needed to figure out his own escape. Though it was curious that the alarm sounded when it did, but Rhan wasn't exactly one to thank higher powers or gods, neither though was he one to question when a miracle does happen. The siren slowly died out and Rhan heard a door open and heavy footsteps coming back his way.

He heard a voice of a different guard march into his cell, "The Warden wants you now," He ordered as he walked closer to Rhan. He pulled out his datachip to unlock the cuffs from the wall but Rhan kept himself tightly constricted, backed against the wall, pretended to still had been cuffed. "Come on, you ain't gotta make this harder on me," The guard complained, noticing Rhan's unmoving body.

Rhan waited for a moment longer when the guard stepped closer and leaned to inspect him, Rhan's left hand lashed out and stabbed the man's throat. His legs unlatched from underneath him and swept across the guard's knees to bring him tumbling down, face first on the ground. Rhan noticed the guard's troubled breathing but paid no heed as he snaked himself on top of the man's back and slipped his left arm around the guard's neck and squeezed.

The guard thrashed for a few more moments against Rhan's submission but with a broken airway to being with it would not had taken long for the guard to suffocate. Rhan fixed his mask once more as he reached for the guard's DataChip as well as the man's blaster and Datapad. His hand holstered the blaster on his belt and grabbed the stun baton as well from the dead guard's corpse. Rhan walked out of his cell as he walked over to a noise he heard previously of another prisoner.

Rhan walked over to the cell holding a woman, blonde hair and cold Azure eyes, he looked at the lock before he disengaged it with the Datapad. "You know how to use a blaster right?" Rhan asked, throwing her the guard's blaster, keeping the stun baton for himself. "The siren had stopped, so whatever had caused the commotion had been settled, we have little time left," Rhan commented quickly, moving over to the woman to give her a quick inspection. Rhan already had a dead arm, if the woman was hurt as well it would make escaping that much more difficult.

"If you're not hurt you should get a move on, I will try and create a distraction," Rhan added, his voice turning quieter as he turned to leave. He struggled to use the Datapad with only his left hand, but he managed to discover a map and scrolled through to get a better picture of the prison as a whole.

 

[Nicair Claden]

"How long till we get back to the other two? We've been walking for ages I tell you."

"We get back when we get back isn't that what I always tell you? And who are you to complain? You know these cells like the back of your hand." Nicair remained slumped between them as he forced them to drag him to his cell, yes, carry his dead weight all the way there. The cells they passed made the inmates look like members of a zoo only with smaller cages.

"He go back with the other Mandalorian and the slave girl?"

"Yup.. Nice and quiet back there."

 

[Sadran Simitri]

Sadran sucked in her breath as she saw a guard round the corner and walk towards her. She pressed herself against the wall hoping he wasn't there for her, she was in luck because he stopped at the cell next to her. The guard spoke to someone in the cell, apparently all the inmates hadn't all been murdered. He was there to bring the prisoner to the warden, but it seemed like there was trouble with the cuffs. Next thing Sadran heard was what sounded like a struggle and then silence.

Suddenly a man appeared at the bars, his arm was bleeding, that must of been the blaster she had heard. He pulled out a datapad and undid the lock. He handed her a blaster and she replied, "I do, I have missed using one of these." Sadran was about to start down the hallway when she heard footsteps and voices. It sounded like more than one person. She grabbed the mans good arm and pulled him inside the cell, "Someone is coming." She pointed her gun out of the cell and peered her head around the corner to see who it was.

[member="Nicair Claden"]
[member="Rhan Komo"]

 

[Rhan Komo]

[member="Sadran Simitri"]
[member="Nicair Claden"]


"Good," Rhan responded, hopefully there wouldn't be a firefight, but Rhan was a little at ease knowing that someone knew which end to point and shoot. He turned his head quickly to the sound of approaching footsteps and voices, he felt himself jerked inside into the cell with the woman. He nodded of her assessment, moving closer to her so that his whisper would be soft as possible, "They will pass by my cell first and see a dead guard," Rhan lowered himself, carefully putting away his datapad and grabbing his stun baton. Moving closer to the cell's exit, his body poised to pounce and attack the guards. "I'll shove past the first guard and push him behind me for you take out, and I'll finish off the second one behind him, all when they get distracted" Rhan explained. He was light footed, and quick, but with only one good arm and a single chance to disable one of them before they retaliate would be a tall order.

Rhan turned to face his current prison-mate, giving her a single nod, his own masked face turned back to the hallway. The footsteps echoed closer, as did the voices of the guards. He counted the sounds as he tightened his hold on his baton, his body ready to attack the moment the guards were distracted. The footsteps slowed before coming to a stop altogether, the voice continued to talk but Rhan was already on the move, his footsteps light giving no sound or warning.

The two guards stopped in front of Rhan's cell, both exchanged confused glances as they walked inside, "What the-" the guard closes to Rhan's attacking body. He only felt the stun baton slamming into his head and quickly once to his midsection before realizing that Rhan was there. Rhan shoved the guard behind him and slammed into the second guard, sending both of them deeper into the cell.

"Humph!" The second guard to his credit managed to pull out his blaster, but Rhan had expected the weapon to come out and pressed himself closer to the guard. The blaster couldn't be aimed nor fired properly, not unless the guard wanted to shoot his own foot in the process. Rhan arched his head back to give the second guard a headbutt before giving himself a bit of room to swing his Stun baton at max charge and with all the force his left arm could muster, directly on the second guard's head.

Rhan readied himself for the second blow to finish off the second guard, now hoping he wouldn't need to worry about a blaster bolt to his back.

 

[Nicair Claden]

[member="Rhan Komo"]
[member="Sadran Simitri"]

The assault only took a few seconds, just enough for Nicair's eyes to be able to follow what was going on. The first mistake the guards made was letting him go when they noticed a dead man in one of the cells, of course Nicair had been playing that he was limp the entire way, no reason to not let a limp prisoner go. He noticed the first guard take a few good shots with a baton and the second was tackled into the cell with the dead man. The first recovered quickly and began to get agitated and something in the cell. Without thinking he rushed the guard and tackled him to the group from begin and began raining blows down on his head. The guard knew enough about ground fighting to be able to get onto his back in butterfly position. Nicair let him get up and into a clinch, the guard's back to the cells. Nicair looked over his shoulder to the piercing blues that looked back from the cell and muttered one word.

"Saca."

 

[Sadran Simitri]

Sadran nodded to her accomplice on this endeavor and waited till she heard the footsteps come to a halt outside. She could see the two guards, in between they held an unconscious individual. Then the man beside her jumped out and she heard the fight begin. Just like he had said he shoved the first guard towards her. She raised her blaster and aimed towards the guard, he was distracted and she had a perfect shot. As she pulled down on the trigger, the limp figure they had brought in tackled her target.

"What in the world?" She thought.

Sadran scanned the room for a new plan, the bed frame to her right didn't look very sturdy. She tugged at it till one of the metal legs gave way, it wasn't her usual style of sword but it would do. She slammed it on the wall revealing a sharp point on the end. The new figure had managed to get the first guard pinned up against the wall, Sadran ran over and shoved him aside. She then turned to the guard. First a blow to the head to disorient him, a strike to the knees to get him on the ground, and finally she stabbed him in the chest. She saw him go completely limp and fall to the ground.

[member="Nicair Claden"]
[member="Rhan Komo"]

 

[Satine Detta]

She wanted one man in this prison. Perched just outside of the walls looking and waiting for her opportunity to breach the walls. She had watched this place now for two weeks once learning that the scum who killed her father was within its walls. Death watch. It had taken months to gather the information, confirm locations, and then make her way in.

She wore the shadow suit, infiltrator gloves and carried the DC-19 stealth carbine, with her light whip. She'd be hard to trace, a trained mistryl shadow could hide anywhere be anyone, and get into any place. She had to think about her Riduur [member="Nolan Detta"] and their children Kaylanna and Corvus, as well as any other they would have.

She had to show them that no one messed with their clan without paying a price. She was going to have her vengeance on the murderer.

When the alarms and sirens wailed. That was her sign her moment she took off running.

 

[Nicair Claden]

Nicair took a step back and let the woman go about her business with the bed leg. She was skilled, there was no denying that. And she had helped him, maybe this mystery woman earned his respect, but who was the man he wondered? She backed up from the guard and glanced at him, he gave her a small nod, a thanks.

[member="Sadran Simitri"]
[member="Rhan Komo"]

 

[Rhan Komo]

[member="Nicair Claden"]
[member="Satine Detta"]
[member="Sadran Simitri"]


Rhan threw one more thwack across the guard's head, for a bit of good measure, as he turned around to see the first guard, dead. He kept his baton raised, the original woman who he had given the blaster to, fashioned her own makeshift weapon. The guard dead on the ground gave evident to her efficiency with her new weapon, as Rhan looked at another prisoner who had showed up to their aid. Rhan walked back to his guard and grabbed his blaster and datacards, turning his head to address the other two, "Grab the weapons," Rhan suggested as he walked out of his cell.

He gave it a stare, closer to a glare really, as he turned away and looked back to his newly acquired datacards. He needed to know where to shut off the extra security measures, he kept scrolling and moving through the maps available. The blaster burn continued to cause him some issue, and Rhan winced as he finally found what he was looking for, the command center and power storage room. His lips turned to a grimace beneath his mask, he would need to move through several hallways and levels to walk to get down there.

Rhan kept himself moving further away from his cell, he glanced behind him to see the other two if they were going to follow him or not. "I am planning on heading towards the Main Prison Control by disabling their Central Power Room, which will allow me a chance to get to the Prison Control Station," He explained his plan. Honestly he wasn't exactly sure how quickly the Guards would react and their procedure for Inmates breaking loose was a mystery. But Rhan figured their plan would be quick, brutal and ultimately have a very negative effect on his health and livelihood. "The map here shows three different ways to leave our level, as well as other security outposts if you want to go on your own and do your own thing, either way we have limited time to make our decisions, " Rhan added as he quickly made his way down the hallway.

"If you plan to follow me, my name's Rhan," Rhan said, before turning back his head to face forward. His blaster holstered and his healthy left arm holding the datapad. If worse came to worse, he could use his right arm for a few attacks, but Rhan hoped it wouldn't come to that yet. For the moment, he needed to keep himself moving. He knew if he wanted to help the innocents being held in the prison, his diligence to not get captured or killed mattered greatly. With grim determination of a soldier, he marched forward.

 

[Nicair Claden]

"Su cuy'gar Rhan. Let's not waste another minute, I see three civilians dead and not enough guards in this hellhole to match. At cayatr, tomad." He said as he moved to follow Rhan, blaster in hand.

 

[Sadran Simitri]

Sadran did as Rhan suggested and took the blaster from the guard on the ground in front of her, she tucked it into the back of her pants. As he explained his plan and scrolled through the data pad, she examined the injury on his arm. Considering the amount of guards they were likely to run into, he would need some backup. Plus, Sadran really wanted to kick some more guard-ass. Sadran yanked the makeshift sword out from the guards chest and ran to catch up with the two men. "Wait up, I'm coming with you. My name is Sadran."

[member="Nicair Claden"]
[member="Rhan Komo"]

 

[Rhan Komo]

[member="Sadran Simitri"]
[member="Nicair Claden"]
[member="Satine Detta"]



Rhan nodded, gathering his own surroundings he followed the map on the datapad. Though it did give him a detailed map, he would had certainly wished for a bit more information but such as it was, this would had to do for the moment. Making his footsteps as light as possible, Rhan strained his ears to hear the slightest sounds of movements ahead of him. The cells soon turned into solid walls as he continued to move forward, taking the every turn directed on his datapad before approaching the first Access Level Door.

The keypad next to the door was quickly prodded by Rhan, his fingers copying the access code from the datapad. He eyes kept glancing up the small window in the door, anticipating another pair of guards. For a change of luck, the door opened to reveal no guards but a staircase, Rhan gestured to them both as he quickly descended down. He kept the baton at the ready, not trusting it to not make noise clanging against the wall or against something. "Keep quiet as we descend," Rhan whispered behind him.

They certainly did not want to push his luck any further with the lack of guards, a stairway fight greatly diminish his own combat effectiveness. He quickly continued downwards the stairs before finally reaching the bottom level, the Power Storage Room across from him. No guards in sight Rhan moved over to the keypad. Fingers dancing over the keypad the door slid open to reveal the Power Generators, the loud low hum emitted from the room as he stalked inside.

Perhaps the lack of guards was giving Rhan a rather paranoid feeling at the moment, but he peered carefully between each generator. Something was off, but Rhan quickly headed to the nearby terminal and he started to type away. Once the generators were turned off the backup power would take a few minutes to start up but during which it would cause a bit of mass confusion.

"Keep watch of the door if you could please," Rhan said, as he looked for the terminal access point to turn off all generators. "Once we get these turned off we will need to quickly climb back up, but this time two more levels higher to get to the Prisoner Control Station, and there no doubt we'll face some heavier resistance," Rhan added. And here we go Rhan mused as he found the turn off command.

 

[Satine Detta]

She was over the wall in moments afterall no one ever broke into prison they broke out. The first guard turned to challenge her as she ran along the walkway she angled her body and slammed into him knocking him to the floor, she drew back balling her hand into a fist giving him a right to the face, one ,two three, his arms came up to defend himself. She thought guards were better at this, obviously this guy was new.

She reached for the blaster and then cold cocked him knocking him out she grabbed his card key. She didn't want lives of innocent on her hands only the murderer. Her father though they had been estranged had always been fair according to Nolan. But he had loved their ad'ika and now they had been robbed of him. Satine slid up against the wall as she moved to the door a quick swipe and she was through. There were lights flashing, something more was happening, prison break? Possible.

She slid the blaster back into it's holster, tip toeing like a cat Satine moved in silence, watchful of the corridor ahead. She needed a station that would help her identify where her target was. She needed just a few moments, but then it dawned on her depending on what was happening her target could be on the move. Feth.

She paused deal with it if need be, then she moved again.

 

[Sadran Simitri]

Sadran's heart was racing as they hurtled down the passageway, although they were quiet she could still hear their footsteps reverberate throughout the halls. Much to her own disbelief they didn't encounter any more guards. Once they reached the power generators Rhan said, "Keep watch of the door if you could please."

"On it." Sadran responded, and made her way back towards the door. She looked outside, still no one came. Where is everyone? She thought.

[member="Rhan Komo"]
[member="Nicair Claden"]

 

[Nicair Claden]

Nicair could only think of one thing as he stood watching the door for guards: he wanted him armor. He felt completely naked without it, it meant more to him than his very life. For a moment he considered bringing this up to the man called Rhan but figured against it, things were tense enough as it was and with his injured arm the man would need all the help he could get. His hands began to shake slightly, the blaster amplified their quivering. He wanted to fight, needed it, his fight or flight instinct was activating at the wrong time, his armor began calling to him once more, if only he could just get to it everything would be all right.

He tried to focus his thoughts on the present, it was something he had learned awhile ago, a means to control his mind. He slowed his breathing enough that so too slowed his heart rate, the effect fifteen beats per minute had on his hands was evident immediately. Good he thought to himself. Control he repeated to himself, he must have control.

 

[Rhan Komo]

[member="Nicair Claden"]
[member="Sadran Simitri"]
[member="Satine Detta"]



"Prepare yourselves, the power is going down in three," Rhan warned, the command going through terminal. The generators themselves slowly began to shut down, each one's loud low hum slowly quieted. The lights blinked in the room, the hallway quickly turned dark, and a moment after the red emergency lights illuminated the stairway. Rhan moved from the terminal, he headed back towards the stairway entrance. He gestured for the others to follow as he began to climb back up the stairs, keeping his footsteps as light as possible by running on the tips of his feet.

The red lights did not illuminate the stairway fully, and it gave Rhan slight pause of all the patches of darkness he was forced to move through as he climbed upwards. Lower visibility was not the real reason to fear, but what was hidden in the darkness requires caution, as Rhan moved past a door illuminated by a red emergency light before running through a small patch of darkness to get to another patch of red light. He continued to move, his datapad clipped to his belt and his left arm holding onto the stun baton, but slowed a bit as he climbed the last few steps to the door with caution.

Something was indeed off, there should had been movement behind the door, at least shouts and the stairway doors either below them or above should had been opened with guards in haste to return power back to their facility. Rhan glanced behind him, giving his current partners a small nod with a single raised finger to his masked mouth. Slowly he moved closer to the door's keypad, crouched as he accessed the door and the locks disengaged. The door slid open, a body dropped out and a dead guard faced Rhan's wide opened eyes as he peered closer to the guard's dead body. It was stabbed certainly, but the man's expression was filled with fear, Rhan guessed the guard was trying to escape through this door.

This prompted Rhan to quickly peer into the hallway and noted that the red emergency lights were in fact still on but Rhan could not spot anything down the hallway. He turned to face the other two, holding up his left hand to signal them to hold and wait for his signal before moving through the door. Rhan stepped inside, carefully walking over the dead guard, his stun baton poised ready to strike, his golden eyes focused. He spotted several blood marks and stains across the hallway and another pair of dead guards, each died in brutal fashion but differently. One appeared to had been beaten with something heavy, dents on his head and limbs angled in unhealthy ways, while the second one appeared to had his neck ripped opened along with his stomach.

Rhan quickly turned away to spy anything dangerous, like the one who had done a number on the guards in the hallway for example, but spotted nothing nor heard anything either. He quickly backtracked himself to the door leading into the stairway and motioned with his left hand holding his baton for the others to come through. "Someone else broke free it seems," Rhan said quietly, giving them a quick explanation for the scene they would in see soon enough.

The hallway continued to show traces of blood and struggle, Rhan paid more attention to the end of the hallway. He walked closer as he looked carefully of both sides, the door and keypad in front of him showed the entrance of the Prisoner Security Control room, but it was busted open, rather, it was busted inwards. Rhan carefully stepped over the destroyed door as he looked inside, several controls and consoles were shattered, and another dead guard giving indication of possibly an escaped prisoner and the same to had killed the three in the hallway previously.

Rhan walked a bit more in the Control Room, looking around for a possibly working terminal or computer, but only discovered more cracked screens and blasted bits of tech. He opened the cabinets and lockers, giving up on anything technological for the time being. Rhan continued to dig through papers, uniforms and rations before finally finding a small MediKit. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he opened it to reveal several small BactaPatches a single StimShot. Rhan rolled his right sleeve up and applied all the small BactaPatches to his Blaster Burn, pocketing the Stim into his pocket as he looked towards the others.

"Somebody beat us to it, unfortunately whoever busted these computers and terminals wanted all prisoners free, and now we deal with the less than innocent ones," Rhan responded, he had his own reservations to the Warden and this jail, but truthfully there were some prisoners that deserved to be locked inside. Like the Warden for example.

"We can either find another Security Booth that hadn't been smashed to oblivion and try to make sense of this strange chaos, or we can make for the exit as stealthily and healthily as possible," Rhan suggested his two options, "Or if you guys have other plans or ideas of your own," Rhan added.