Diodoros
C H A M P I O N
Law and order in the outer rim and Hutt controlled space could often seem more like a bad parody of what it’s supposed to be. Corruption often decided who was punished and how, and then there was a kangaroo court to top it off to give off the vague semblance of procedure and officiality. Braze had now been subjected to the demeaning world of Hutt judicial systems. Made worse from dealing with a slimy Ugor prosecutor. By far the most infamous legal scholar in this quadrant of the galaxy. Who’s amorphous body and mind was more well versed in law, customs and protocols than an entire legion of 3P0 droids.
The hovertrain transporting the young knight dashed across the arid lands of Tatooine. Mostly passing by dunes, dunes, and more dunes. Only broken up by the occasional massive skeleton or bantha herd whizzing past. Braze had already been processed in a sister location for the prison. Clad in a blue jumpsuit uniform and bound by chains on his wrists and ankles.
Eventually the hovertrain began to slow, as it did Braze could see from the window what looked to be countless solar panels that surrounded the complex. Designed to make the remote prison self sufficient. Once the new inmates along with Braze were pulled off the hovertrain, the young knight could feel the heat. Only a second in and it was unbearable. Hotter than it had any right to be. The complex itself was constructed with blackened, brutalist architecture. As if every inch was blanketed with soot. Further away from the entrance smoke stakes billowed with inky smoke. Appearing as though Braze had gone from a land of sand and dust to a land of obsidian. Where a gloomy polluted haze loomed overhead.
A mixture of living guards and droids corralled the new inmates into the prison proper past several walls and gates. Living guards and staff were garbed in climate controlled suits, and the droids appeared like they would be suited more for extracting volcanic minerals from mustafar. Outside all of the buildings here were large machines, units designed for climate control.
Once inside Braze could feel the now frigid air. This prison was paradoxically freezing and scorching at once. Where inmates moved between one hell from another. The air conditioning inside was kept at icy temperatures. Bit by bit the inmates that Braze arrived with were split off before he himself was alone. Given who he was, he was to be housed with other ‘special’ convicts. Not necessarily the most risky or dangerous. But ones that demanded certain attention by those in charge. Eventually the Echani teen was set in a rather large but still cramped cell with multiple bunks, along with a whole host of new faces to meet.
The hovertrain transporting the young knight dashed across the arid lands of Tatooine. Mostly passing by dunes, dunes, and more dunes. Only broken up by the occasional massive skeleton or bantha herd whizzing past. Braze had already been processed in a sister location for the prison. Clad in a blue jumpsuit uniform and bound by chains on his wrists and ankles.
Eventually the hovertrain began to slow, as it did Braze could see from the window what looked to be countless solar panels that surrounded the complex. Designed to make the remote prison self sufficient. Once the new inmates along with Braze were pulled off the hovertrain, the young knight could feel the heat. Only a second in and it was unbearable. Hotter than it had any right to be. The complex itself was constructed with blackened, brutalist architecture. As if every inch was blanketed with soot. Further away from the entrance smoke stakes billowed with inky smoke. Appearing as though Braze had gone from a land of sand and dust to a land of obsidian. Where a gloomy polluted haze loomed overhead.
A mixture of living guards and droids corralled the new inmates into the prison proper past several walls and gates. Living guards and staff were garbed in climate controlled suits, and the droids appeared like they would be suited more for extracting volcanic minerals from mustafar. Outside all of the buildings here were large machines, units designed for climate control.
Once inside Braze could feel the now frigid air. This prison was paradoxically freezing and scorching at once. Where inmates moved between one hell from another. The air conditioning inside was kept at icy temperatures. Bit by bit the inmates that Braze arrived with were split off before he himself was alone. Given who he was, he was to be housed with other ‘special’ convicts. Not necessarily the most risky or dangerous. But ones that demanded certain attention by those in charge. Eventually the Echani teen was set in a rather large but still cramped cell with multiple bunks, along with a whole host of new faces to meet.
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