Soldier of Misfortune [Open]

[Nicair Claden]

"I need my armor." Nicair brought up. "I can use this but we all have our own equipment that we can't leave here without." He said as he indicated the blaster in his hand. He didn't quite know what to think of the man who stood in front of him, he moved gracefully but yet it was precise, more like a soldier.

His opinion on their situation was simply that they were in a larger, more dangerous jungle, one with sentient beings that would kill without a second thought and through sheer luck he had found two that didn't seem all that volatile. He'd take what he could get and judging by the scene in the station, worse was alive and well and roaming free. He scanned the area, the emergency lights adding a dull view of what was around, it put him on edge, his nerves were tense and sharp. He glanced back at the one named Rhan and the woman named Sadran and waited for the thoughts of the others. Nicair knew that if he didn't agree with what they said or really if he just wanted to leave, it was as simple as just taking a few steps back and finding his own way, though that would be complicated without a map to the facility and he didn't much fancy running blind through a prison on full release.

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

 

[Sadran Simitri]

Sadran surveyed her surroundings, this was all very peculiar. So much chaos and destruction and no one to take the blame for it.

"I agree with Nicair. As much as I love this bed leg they have my sword here somewhere, for me to do some real damage I need that sword. And if we run into whoever is doing all of this we all need to be prepared. I say we locate where they keep our things and then try to get out of this hell hole ourselves." She offered.

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

 

[Rhan Komo]

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


The man Nicair turned to respond, his clear indication of escape needed to be accompanied by his armor and weapons taken from him, the same applied to the woman Sadran who wished for her sword. Truthfully Rhan had made it a point to keep anything of personal value to himself be left somewhere off his person and anywhere from being taken away from him. He could always replace his weapons, armor and clothing, be it from either stolen, taken or damaged beyond repair or use. This was not the case with his current company, so Rhan glanced back to the papers and searched the dead guard's pockets for anything of more value to their situation.

Rhan continued to dig through and shift through some information readily available for him, he noted he would need more information of the prison as a whole to properly formulate a good enough route to find weapons and armor. He noted how neither brought up a plan to present, simply their needs and their reasons or justifications for such, which did not matter to Rhan but just an interesting note. They each had followed him this long, for either they trusted in his plans and ideas or rather they believed in safety of numbers. Rhan gathered that whichever was the case it would do him some good to get their weapons and armor returned to them.

Rhan raised a single eyebrow as he spotted both an armory for the prison and Prisoner held belongings room, doubly named "Prisoner's Possession Collection Room". He kept his focus of both rooms, noting that each where directly on top of one another, the armory located a level beneath the Collection Room. Though, Rhan frowned, he would need to navigate the group through part of General Population Holding Cells and either cut through the Mess Hall for the Prisoners or managed a way through snake around the entirety of Gen Pop complex. Both would no doubt lead into encounters with the other prisoners, dangerous or not, and it would drain their dwindling time limit before the Prison Guards with the Warden take back their prison.

His hands grabbed the spare blaster pistol, noting the pain slowly ebbing away from his right arm, and holstered the blaster as he stood back up. The Stun baton hanging lazily on his left hand as he held the datapad, illuminating the map of the prison for Rhan. He nodded towards the two, "There's an Armory and a Collection Room holding all Prisoner's possessions, the Collection Room is on our same level currently and the Armory is the lower level beneath us," Rhan explained their current surroundings and direction. "We will continue along this hallway to our left to reach the Collection Room but doing so will force us to cut through the Gen Pop area of the prison, though that is the quickest and most direct route to get back your items back," Rhan explained the next part of their objective and difficulty.

Rhan gave them a nod as he stepped back outside of the Control Room and peered around before starting his way down the hallway. His left hand held steadfast to the datapad, keeping his footsteps light as he traversed down the hallway. The Power of the prison continued to sustain itself on the emergency power alone but that cause Rhan to think more of the situation they were in. If no guards were going to restore the power to the Prison than what were they doing?

Such questions formed but Rhan hadn't the clue to answer them as he noted a pair of prisoners lying in a pool of their own blood. The hallway's gates and door all opened as more Red Emergency Lights gave the whole area an eerie feeling. Rhan kept himself focused ahead of him as he walked through another door, his eyes darting between different opened doors and Cells empty except for the occasional dead prisoner gutted or stabbed. His mind flashed back to the girl and the couples used to torment him, Rhan struggled to find any plausible idea that she was safe. His footsteps doubled in speed, his eyes focused forward, several growls were heard ahead and Rhan halted himself.

A pair of Defels looked angrily at their direction, holding up a dead prisoner in their claws. Their eyes glowed with the low illuminating lights around them, Rhan backed carefully as he lowered his Datapad and clipped to his belt. His baton swung back into his left palm, moving slowly to a defensive position. The pair defels moved threateningly towards him, their claws outstretched with their growls growing ever more angrily. I really do not have the time for this.

The defels pounced forward and attacked Rhan, as he side stepped the first one while delivering a glancing hit with his baton to through it behind him. Rhan than threw himself into the Cell next to him to avoid the second Defel. His eyes targeted the second Defel moving into the Cell as Rhan readied for another assault.

 

[Atiniir Starrider]

[member="Rhan Komo"] [member="Sadran Simitri"] [member="Nicair Claden"]
OOC: Hope you don't mind me dropping in

For the thousandth time, Atiniir wondered what the heck he was doing here, about to break into a prison. In all his life as a pirate, one thing had been taught very clearly: prisons are bad, inmate or not. Yet here he was. Why? Because Vode An that's why. Brothers all. He'd heard through his contacts in the galactic underworld that there were Mandalorians being held here, and that is something he would not stand for. If they really deserved what they had, he would deal with them himself, but no one deserved to pass judgment on a Mandalorian except a Mandalorian.

Atiniir hopped the fence rather easily using a simple hook and length of rope. There weren't many guards, but he wasn't complaining. A little climbing and he was over. He wished he had his father's beskar, but the armor still had some kinks to work out after the drastic modifications he'd made to it, so he would have to make do with his blast vest for now. He had his blaster, he had his vibroblade. That was all he needed. He maneuvered his way past security measures until he reached a rather obscure entrance probably for maintenance or deliveries. He neutralized the single guard, quietly, and slipped inside. It was almost too easy, but then he saw why. There were inmates and guards everywhere, running and fighting and dying.

"Holy mother of Mustafar," Atiniir said as he watched a Karkarodon bite a Sullustan's head clean off before being blasted about twenty times by a guard who was just as quickly ripped limb from limb by a very angry looking Gamorrean. The Gamorrean turned and saw the Mandalorian warrior, but a blaster bolt through the forehead discouraged attack. Atiniir was about to walk out of the death trap but when he tried the door it wouldn't open. It was locked, from the outside. Probably some security measure. He tried backing up and shooting it, but when the ricocheted blaster bolt took out a Chagrian that was trying to sneak up on him, he decided not to try again.

"Well, this just got interesting," Atiniir said out loud. He turned and began walking through the prison. The guard's datapad had a map in it, and he began following it, headed for the control room where he could hopefully find the code to unlock the door. The prison seemed to be on emergency power, and the metal of the blaster he held at the ready glinted eerily red. He managed to avoid any more incidents until suddenly he walked into a hallway and was faced by two Defels. Without thinking he threw himself into an alcove beside him. He heard one of them sniff, but all the blood from the dead inmate they carried probably messed with its sense of smell cause he didn't hear them approach. What he did hear was more people coming from beyond the Defel, and soon after he heard the sounds of an attacking Defel getting his just deserts. He moved out from the alcove to see a man in prisoner clothing leap into a cell, followed by a Defel. Deciding he'd rather be on the human's side, he jumped out and raced forward just in time to put a blaster bolt through the Defel's back. The Defel coughed and collapsed and Atiniir grinned at the human.

"Hope you don't mind the help," he said. Then suddenly he realized that there were more people nearby and he quickly swung his weapon to face them. Realizing that put him in a bad position he backed up so he could keep both the cell with the human in it and the two others to his right covered. They might be friendly, but he wasn't taking that chance.

"All right, everyone weapons and hands where I can see them or those Defel's won't be the only bodies on this floor!" he said, weapon at the ready.

 

[Nicair Claden]

The first Defel that was struck in the back practically landed in Nicair in its tumble forward. It recovered quickly and threw a right claw to his head. Nicair ducked fluidly and landed a right hook to the Defel's midsection, he moved up its body and wrapped his arm around its head trapping its own arm in his forming a ninety degree angle with their bodies. He took advantage of the Defel's disorientation and pulled its head down into his then striking knee, it connected with its nose with a sharp crack.

Nicair, keeping the Defel's arm, took a small step behind it and rotated his body so that his back was bent at the waist as he threw the creature over his back and onto its stomach in front of him. Just for good measure he quickly punched the back of the Defel's head and jammed it into the flooring. He glanced up at the man with the aimed weapon and raised a questioning eyebrow.

 

[Sadran Simitri]

Sadran held her makeshift sword at the ready as they made their way down the hall, she almost bumped into Rhan when he came to an abrupt stop. She looked around him to see what was preventing them from moving forwards. What she saw was two Defels devouring a prisoner. That explains the trail of chaos we have been following, but how did they get in here? They stood up on their hind legs and glared at the group with red eyes. When they pounced the first Defel was shot down, the second came towards Sadran and Nicair. Nicair threw it onto it's back, Sadran quickly came around and pierced it in the chest. She looked up and realized that the first Defel wasn't shot by Rhan, but by a man standing at the end of the hall. He now pointed the gun at Rhan, Nicair, and herself. She looked at the man quizzically, "I'm sorry but I do believe it is three against one."

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

 

[Rhan Komo]

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


If surprises did not fall under the category of 'miracles' than certainly what Rhan just witnessed was simply the Galaxy throwing yet another curve ball. He peered closely at the man that had 'helped' him by dealing with the attacking Defel, certainly Rhan had no issue with the action itself. But Rhan was not sure what to make of this man's kindness. Xenophobic tendencies would often linger deep into the human psyche, generally speaking, most beings were by nature Xenophobic to an extent. Rhan did not really find that as a negative, which Rhan reminded himself he was in fact traveling with two other humans, this though did limit the options of why the man helped.

With Nicair he was taking out his anger on the guards, same applied to Sadran, as even Rhan, all had a common goal of escaping from their oppressors. The Defels were blood thirsty as it seemed, and this newcomer guessed he could stand a better chance with a group of humans. Again, the psyche of most species would feel safer, or they assume a greater chance of survival with a group of their own species, applied right here.

Of course this new stranger could just be as blood thirsty as these Defels, as he raised his blaster at Rhan's two other traveling companions. Helping out someone then to immediately throw any peaceful talks straight out of the window by pointing a blaster at us Rhan mused wearily. Rhan replaced his baton with the blaster and held it with his left hand as he pointed at the newcomer. Certainly he should realize his disadvantaged and that he came to help them.

I guess I do own him a chance to talk Rhan thought, killing an enemy of his did mean something after all. Rhan heard Sadran make her comment and giving the strange man a true fact. "I hope you understand, giving us orders while under blaster point is not the best way to forge everlasting relationships that could break the bonds of time and space," Rhan responded, his dry humor coming out of the worst of times. "Also we happen to be under a tight schedule, so presently I don't mind the assistance but the hindrance I can do without," Rhan added.

Honestly he was thankful Rippana wasn't here to judge him on that comment alone. =

 

[Atiniir Starrider]

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

Atiniir almost laughed at the woman's comment.

"I was raised by a pirate fleet from birth, lady," he said, "Not to mention I'm the end result of a millenia-old Mandalorian bloodline. I could slot all three of you before anyone could make a move." The man in the cell raised his weapon and Atiniir whirled to face him. He was about to squeeze the trigger and slot the di'kut, but then the man spoke and Atiniir realized that he was having the same thoughts as Atiniir, where he didn't know whether the man was hostile or not, even though he had just provided assisstance. In any case, it seemed that they weren't hostile, as they hadn't immediately attacked him, and they all seemed to share a common goal, which was to get the **** out of here. Atiniir holstered his blaster pistol and raised his hands in a gesture of peace.

"You are absolutely right," he said, "But to be fair I had to make my way through a bloody prison riot to get here, and we are in a prison, so you'll understand why I would be rather slow to trust and quick on the draw. I may have helped you, but that doesn't mean I had to trust you. I don't take chances." Atiniir relaxed a bit and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall of the prison.

"And to be fair as well, pulling another blaster on me was probably not the best way to keep me from attacking you," Atiniir said, grinning, all signs of former aggression gone in an instant, "You're lucky that I think before I shoot." Atiniir looked around and back to the man.

"So, now that we're a great big happy family," he said, "You guys have a plan for getting out? All the doors here apparently lock from the outside, and are magnetically sealed, so unless you have codes or some good explosives we're in trouble."

 

[Nicair Claden]

"We are after our stolen equipment, Rhan, the one in the cell has a map to the way there, we follow him. Once we find it we find a way out. Sound like a plan?"

Nicair stood, his knees popped from his sitting position. His head swiveled around the room seeking any other harmful things hidden away in the darkness. Blood spattered the walls, no doubt from the Defel's recent indulgence on the local guards. He couldn't help but feel like there was always something behind him, something just on the corner of his vision waiting for him to turn his back. A dasu'r, a demon of sorts, waiting for him to lose his focus, this could be explained by the simple fact that there very well could be something or someone hunting them in the dark, the Mandalorian got a vicious thrill from the roles being reversed. The hunter becomes the hunted.

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

 

[Rhan Komo]

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


Rhan kept his blaster raised, as he listened to this man speak his two cents. All honestly Rhan wished he hadn't crossed paths with the man, his nonchalant attitude and quite arrogant view of his own abilities and racial superiority was not what Rhan wanted at this peculiar crossroads in a prison. Or maybe it was just pride Rhan thought, which was of course another shared characteristic among all four them right at this moment. Pride was a fickle thing, easily wounded and far too prone to anger and or jealousy.

Emotions are a tiresome thing.

The main concern was that this man was not using any standard issue blaster from a possible fallen guard, in fact he did not appear to be another inmate of any sort. If he had to fight through the actual prison riot than he must have came from Gen Pop. But since his clothing and weaponry did make that the case. Rhan was left to wonder where this man came from. He noted that the doors were locked from the outside, so the man was near the exits to begin with and thought the best course was to find a way out from the inside.

He's either another guard not willing to risk his life retaking this prison or someone else caught up in the heat of the moment of their own plans Rhan mused silently. Which ever was the case, he was running low on time.

The newcomer continued list off his reasons and justifications, which Rhan found a bit hypocritical if not a strange progression of thought with broken logic. With an inward shrug Rhan eased his body a tad as he used his right arm to steady and clip the stun baton. Rhan holstered his blaster and took a glance at his datapad, giving him the time and with that Rhan looked back up.

"Alright, you want to escape," Rhan commentated, "The path to the exits are straight from where we came from, you can probably use the ID's of the Prison Control Room guards not that far from here to get yourself to the next Security Room and Outpost and slowly work your way to figure out how to unlock the door seals manual through a working terminal," Rhan explained, holding up three ID Cards he had swiped from the first few guards he had killed. Each one was for both Sadran and Nicair (and himself) for once they retrieved their items and wished to split, giving each a chance of a real escape.

"As my company has state we aren't heading directly to the exit first," Rhan gestured ahead of him, "My current company wants their possessions that were wrongfully taken from them before we leave, I'm leading them there right now," Rhan explained, "If you want to tag along you take point as you have a map of your own," Rhan suggested, "Or you can walk past us and head towards the exits,"

He spoke urgently, because it was urgent to move as quickly as possible. The more time wasted not moving gave more time for the guards to reestablish control of the prison and for any local paramilitary forces to assist with the retaking of this prison. "Two options, either lead the way to the Armory and the Collection Room, or we go our separate ways here and now," Rhan said again, to hopefully clear up the options and hurry things a tad along. ​We do not have the luxury of puffing our chests in front of one another as we have people wanting to put holes in our chests.