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Private Tatooine Blues


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Location: Tatooine Planetary Penitentiary
Tags: Braze Braze | Whottoomuzz Chantin Whottoomuzz Chantin
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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.

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Braze peered out the window as the hovertrain slowed, the looming black structure of the prison growing larger with every second. A bleak monolith against the endless sands, its darkened walls seemed to drink in the light, as if trying to snuff out any hope before it could take root.

As he stepped off the transit, a wave of blistering heat slammed into him, stealing the breath from his lungs. It was unbearable—worse than the Tatooine he knew. The kind of heat that made his skin feel like it might crack open at any moment.

By the time the guards ushered him inside, his jumpsuit was already clinging to him, damp with sweat. But the instant he crossed the threshold, the transition was violent—heat giving way to an unnatural, frigid cold. He exhaled sharply, watching his breath curl in the air like mist. His muscles tensed, his small frame offering little resistance to the chill that bit through him. It was designed to be uncomfortable, a cool contrast to the hell outside, but a hell of it's own making. His sweat cooled too fast, leaving him shivering in intervals as he tried to adjust.

He took a slow, measured breath, forcing himself to focus as he surveyed the cell. Bunks lined the walls, most already occupied. His green eyes scanned the faces. Strangers, some watching him with quiet curiosity, others barely sparing him a glance. He needed to find an open bunk, but more importantly, he needed to understand what kind of place he had just been thrown into.
 
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Gammoreans in uniform jabbed prisoners along, the regulars chained together. Others, deemed force sensitive by reactive crystals, were guided to a large cylindrical device to be injected with a tracking and biometric reading chip inlaid with Void Stone before being processed with the others.

Protocol droids did the bulk of the guiding and processing labor, with living guards dedicated to watching prisoners for suspect behavior (or picking out one to beat for morale).

The warden was a massive Houk who enjoyed making a public spectacle of corporal punishment - more often than not elevating it to capital punishment. The prisoners here were treated worse than slaves - a slave had value to be traded and sold, an owner had at least a passing interest in keeping them alive.

Prisoners here were meant to be worked to death. There was no rehabilitation here. There would be more prisoners and no new cells were built. Extortional bail costs served as ransom income. There was no need for anything fancy to turn this into a death camp - the twin suns of Tatooine did the heavy lifting for them.

In a "visitors area" closer to an interrogation room, one of the orderly 3PO droids carried a holocommunicator, waiting for the incoming Jedi prisoner. A benefactor of the prison had questions for the half-Echani in processing.


 
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Braze barely had time to set his few belongings down on the cot before the protocol droid called his name. Wary, jade-green eyes flicked over the unfamiliar faces around him, sizing them up even as he hurried to obey. He scurried out of the cell, padding quickly across the cold floor, his movements quiet.

His shoulder itched with discomfort, the foreign sensation of the implant a constant, unwelcome reminder of his captivity. He rolled it back, resisting the urge to rub at the spot where the chip had been lodged beneath his skin. A quiet sigh of distress escaped him, but he swallowed it down. Survival came first. Compliance was necessary.

He didn't hesitate, moving swiftly enough to avoid being jabbed or shoved by either guards or droids. Since his capture on Nar Shaddaa, he had been mostly compliant—silent, watchful, but not openly defiant. He understood the game. Obedience kept him out of unnecessary trouble. At least, for now.

But beneath the surface, he was drinking in everything—faces, movements, security measures, the way the guards carried themselves. Every new stimulus was a piece of information to be stored away, another thread in the web he was weaving.

The faces back in his cell lingered in his mind. He didn't know what to make of them yet. Would his few meager belongings still be there when—if—he returned? It was unusual to be pulled for interrogation so soon.

That alone set his nerves on edge.

Who wanted to talk to him? And why?

He didn't know. But the unease coiling in his chest was growing.






(These are the bare minimum things Braze is provided with upon processing.)

  • Prison Jumpsuit
  • Prison-Issue Undergarments
  • Prison-Issue Footwear
  • Tracker & Biometric Reader Implant
    • Tracks location
    • Monitors heart rate, stress levels, and physical condition
    • Connected to the prison's security system
  • Void Stone Shard Implant
    • Suppresses Force connection
    • Weakens concentration and reflex-based Force powers
    • Causes lingering unease or mental strain
  • Thin Sleeping Mat
  • Threadbare Blanket
  • Basic Hygiene Kit
    • Synthetic paste (multipurpose hygiene product)
    • Toothbrush with weak bristles
  • Mess Kit (Shared, Limited Use)
    • Metal Tray & Cup
    • Ration Token or Meal Card

 
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The dimly lit corridors of the prison echoed with the distant hum of machinery and the occasional murmur of guards. The air was thick with the scent of metal and antiseptic, some relief from the unsavory smell of the cell block. As the part-Echani youth was escorted by two enviro-suited guards, his hands were clasped by energy cuffs that emitted a faint blue glow, casting eerie reflections on the floor.
Upon reaching the reinforced door of the interrogation chamber, one guard pressed a code into the panel, causing the door to slide open with a hiss.

The room beyond was sparse—a single chair bolted to the floor, a table with various instruments neatly arranged, and a large holoprojector embedded in the ceiling. In the corner stood a 3PO-series protocol droid, its photoreceptors flickering to life as the prisoner entered.
Braze was guided to the chair and secured in place, the restraints clicking ominously.

The guards exchanged a brief nod before exiting, leaving the young Jedi alone with the droid. Moments later, the holoprojector activated, and the massive, translucent image of Whottoomuzz Chantin materialized, his bulbous eyes narrowing as he regarded the prisoner.
"Achuta," Whottoomuzz's voice resonated deeply, filling the chamber. "Uba doth wa doth bu Chantin Kajidic."

The protocol droid stepped forward, translating the Hutt's words into Basic. "Greetings. You have crossed and been detained by the Chantin Kajidic."

"Uba gee wamma uba gee doth bu."
"You will answer for your transgressions."

"Do uba jeeska wamma coo sa do uba doth."
"Your cooperation will determine your fate."


The chamber fell silent, holographic weight of Whottoomuzz's presence filling the chamber.

"Wa murishani boska pa Halapu fo do uba doth, dopa-maskey een da name doth Kadijic doth Granee Moosta."
“A bounty was found on the Holonet for your death, falsified in the name of a Kadijic of the Grand Council.”

"Haku uba boska doth wata, an da wanga pee dopa vopa settah lik jee-jee?"
“What do you know of this, and the one who would dare speak as one of us?”


The holoprojection proceeded to grab a live Paddy frog from an unseen aquarium biting into the juicy and crunchy snack as it tried to wriggle free.

The sound of chewing filled the silence as the Hutt awated the boy’s response.

 
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Braze's green eyes turned over the various implements scattered across the room, lingering briefly on the restraints before shifting to the chair. He didn’t struggle. Didn’t thrash or test his bindings. Instead, he simply settled, allowing himself to be strapped in without resistance. His gaze lifted as the projector hummed to life. He glanced at the droid, just a moment of measured concern, before looking back.

"I’ll cooperate," Braze offered, his voice even but uncertain of what else to say. He didn’t know of any Hutts… but the bounty? That, he was distinctly aware of.

"I can only recall one bounty on me… Likely made by an Anointed Bounty Hunter. It happened somewhere near Nal Hutta. I think it was the Hutta Orbital Station… I was held prisoner abord his ship after he captured me. I was able to get out of my cell."

A pause. His lips pressed together, as if weighing his next words.

"So I destroyed the controls for his ship's security systems—propulsion, backup power, weapons, shields, navigation. Then I left the ship. The next thing I knew, there was a Hutt bounty placed on me at that station, accusing me of things I’ve never done."

It didn't seem like the diminutive creature wanted to lie or be difficult. He'd been quite cooperative and complacent up until this point.
 
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"Goola doth mi tee-tocky an nenoleeya stone. Gardo, jeeska uba getta banka outta da wanga."
"A waste of my time and void Stone. Guards, make sure you get value out of this one."

Jedi types are too honest, at least a lie would be interesting. There was no value in killing the Jedi, no credits behind the bounty - every second of the Hutt's time lingering on this was additional wasted credits, sadly no purpose to torture yet either. Putting the Jedi to labor would have to suffice.

"Makacheesa da murishani gee da peedunkee's parchaa an jee-jee moota jeeska da rest doth moulee-rah jee-jee. Uba boska uba magoosa een da miko ree dopa-maskey."
"Bribe the bounty hunters with the boy's belongings and we'll have to foot the rest of the credits ourselves. You've found yourself in the middle of a very expensive deception."

The Holographic Hutt spoke, measured fury veiled just behind the cold facade of their voice.

The Holoprojector shut off and the protocol droid stepped out to convey the Hutt's orders.

The enviro-suit protected guards moved to bring the Jedi back to their cell, for the brief period before the labor shift begins.

 
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Before Braze could get a word in edge wise, or could so much as offer a proposition the Hutt might have found very worth their while—the holoprojector flickered off, severing the conversation before it had even begun.

Braze exhaled sharply through his nose, rolling his shoulders against the dull ache in his bindings. He cast a glance at the protocol droid, its photoreceptors blinking in silent expectation.

"Right, so… no chance I could get a call with my lawyer?" he asked, voice dry with just the right hint of exasperation. "I'm sure Mr. Everette Clairmont Everette Clairmont would be very interested in, uh..." He let the name hang, arching a brow, as if giving the droid time to process the implications.

Then, with a slight smirk, he added, "You know, little things—like the legality of detaining someone with a portfolio bigger than your boss's payroll."

Because that was the thing. Braze wasn't just some nameless Jedi to be thrown into forced labor like common riffraff. He was the heir—and owner—of several rather significant businesses, and enterprises large enough to make the Hutt's so-called expensive deception look like pocket change.

If credits were what they wanted, they were sitting on a veritable meal ticket, one that could pay off far more than whatever bounty had landed him here in the first place.

Of course, that little detail wasn't exactly public knowledge. A Jedi with wealth? That was a contradiction most people wouldn't even think to consider.

Braze let a slow smirk curl at the corner of his lips, just enough to sell what came next.

"I mean, you could send me off to grunt work, sure. Or... we could have a real conversation about what I'm actually worth."

His eyes shifted coyly toward the droid.

"Why don't you go ahead and run my name through the right channels? See what turns up. Pretty sure your boss will want to reconsider my market value."






(These are the bare minimum things Braze is provided with upon processing.)

  • Prison Jumpsuit
  • Prison-Issue Undergarments
  • Prison-Issue Footwear
  • Tracker & Biometric Reader Implant
    • Tracks location
    • Monitors heart rate, stress levels, and physical condition
    • Connected to the prison's security system
  • Void Stone Shard Implant
    • Suppresses Force connection
    • Weakens concentration and reflex-based Force powers
    • Causes lingering unease or mental strain
  • Thin Sleeping Mat
  • Threadbare Blanket
  • Basic Hygiene Kit
    • Synthetic paste (multipurpose hygiene product)
    • Toothbrush with weak bristles
  • Mess Kit (Shared, Limited Use)
    • Metal Tray & Cup
    • Ration Token or Meal Card

 

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Location: Tatooine Planetary Penitentiary
Tags: Braze Braze
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“We do not consider requests from inmates, please seek an organic staff if you have questions, Prisoner…” The protocol droid coldly replied to the boy. A moment later a larger and lankier droid walked into the room.

“I will escort this one back to their cell…” It said before grabbing Braze firmly and tugging them along back through the prison. The droid’s uncreative pathing had it standing squarely in the middle of every walk way. Holding the echani teen to the side some. Whenever a pathway grew too narrow for the two of them it just let Braze collide into a wall or obstacle. Every time it did it would chastise Braze. “Don’t resist the prisoner, your sentence may be lengthened.”

Soon enough the droid made its way back to the boy’s cramped cell. Placing Braze back inside before closing the door behind them. Once there several of the cell mates would eye Braze, notably the boy’s few belongings afforded to him by the prison remained neatly in place.
 
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"Ow... ow... ow..." He was scraped against the rough stone walls here and there before finally being shoved back into his cell. Braze cast a wary glance around, his breath shallow as he moved toward the small pile of belongings he'd managed to keep. He ran his fingers over them, checking to make sure nothing had gone missing before turning his attention to the cot—if it could even be called that.

Fussing with the threadbare blanket, he wrapped it around himself, testing if it would do anything against the biting cold. It didn't seem likely.







(These are the bare minimum things Braze is provided with upon processing.)

  • Prison Jumpsuit
  • Prison-Issue Undergarments
  • Prison-Issue Footwear
  • Tracker & Biometric Reader Implant
    • Tracks location
    • Monitors heart rate, stress levels, and physical condition
    • Connected to the prison's security system
  • Void Stone Shard Implant
    • Suppresses Force connection
    • Weakens concentration and reflex-based Force powers
    • Causes lingering unease or mental strain
  • Thin Sleeping Mat
  • Threadbare Blanket
  • Basic Hygiene Kit
    • Synthetic paste (multipurpose hygiene product)
    • Toothbrush with weak bristles
  • Mess Kit (Shared, Limited Use)
    • Metal Tray & Cup
    • Ration Token or Meal Card

 

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Location: Tatooine Planetary Penitentiary
Tags: Braze Braze
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Now Braze’s cellmates were finally able to see the newcomer. It was a rather diverse group, a Gamorrean, a Gungan were the first to note the echani lad. Sitting on a bed at the end of the cell was a massive Mandallian Giant who seemed far too cramped to be in a place like this and their bed was in no way adequate for their statue.

In the bed adjacent to Braze another cell mate slept. Bundled up under their own blanket before finally waking up. Shedding from the extra fabric a muscular golden man sat up and let out a lazy yawn. His wide open mouth revealed his sharp and distinguished canines. Rubbing his blue eyes he looked over to see the newcomer. Trying to focus through the haze of sleep. Diodoros didn’t look like himself, much of his bulk seemed missing. He looked as though he’d been cutting much of his fat, which only made his muscles more defined yet made him look skinnier than normal. That is only if Braze recognized the gladiator turned privateer.

He looked over Braze’s bundled form closer. “Hmmm…Hmmm… You’re a new cellmate?” They looked mighty young, but ‘young’ as a concept meant little in a galaxy of countless cultures. “What is your name, young man?” He asked, his voice carried with it an unique accent forgotten to time. As he spoke the other inmates in the room seemed to look towards the golden man expectantly. As if waiting for his judgment on the new addition to the cell.
 
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Braze shifted those pale jade green eyes to the golden man after looking at the various other cell mates.

"Braze. "
He offered simply in reply. He shivered and pulled the blanket tighter about his frame letting out a slow tiered sigh. He was already making plans on how to get out of here. "And... what's your name?" Braze asked in reply figuring he might as well get to know his cell mates.
 

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Location: Tatooine Planetary Penitentiary
Tags: Braze Braze
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“Me? Well I make sure that most people around here only address me as ‘firrerreo’, but since we’re cell mates you can just call me Dio. Now if anyone picks on you here you let me know okay. Don’t care if it’s another inmate or even a guard acting cute. You let me know. After all, I already got a reputation to maintain here.” The gilded man explained to the young echani. Conveying that he was something of a big shot in these walls, especially in their ward.

“Now what is a little fella like you in for anyways? And hey, I’ll go first. I got in trouble for hunting. I went after a hutt’s favorite nexu I wasn’t supposed to go after. So for my transgression I ended up here.” Diodoros however, didn’t really plan on staying much longer. After all he had a crew to get back to and he didn’t want them mucking things up while he’s absent.
 
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Braze seemed to consider those words, nodding lightly in reply. It was a generous offer kind, even; but he reminded himself to temper any expectations. More often than not, things that good always came with a catch.

Still, judging by the way the man carried himself, proud of his reputation, Braze figured it wasn't purely altruism. He got the sense that Dio enjoyed being known, being seen—that he liked to brag about his position and revel in the attention it brought him. Braze couldn't blame him for that. After all who didnd't love some positive attention?

He offered a small, knowing smile. "Must take an awful lot to earn that kind of respect. Not everyone in your position would offer kindness to a stranger. That speaks to a character of honor as much as reputation."


"Why were you hunting it If I may ask?"
he asked curiously, wanting to know whether it was for self-defense, sport, or survival.

He set down his threadbare blanket and rubbed at his arms and chest, trying to warm up against the cold. This place was miserably cold. An uncomfortable freezing that seeped into his bones, and it showed on his face. Still, he managed a small smile.

"I appreciate your kindness, Mister Dio," Braze offered.

Then, with a casualness that didn't quite match the weight of his words, he added, "I was charged with the murder of a Hutt... and some other lesser things."

He didn't immediately proclaim his innocence. After all, that's what charges were for.

"But I think me being here is just a big misunderstanding."









(These are the bare minimum things Braze is provided with upon processing.)

  • Prison Jumpsuit
  • Prison-Issue Undergarments
  • Prison-Issue Footwear
  • Tracker & Biometric Reader Implant
    • Tracks location
    • Monitors heart rate, stress levels, and physical condition
    • Connected to the prison's security system
  • Void Stone Shard Implant
    • Suppresses Force connection
    • Weakens concentration and reflex-based Force powers
    • Causes lingering unease or mental strain
  • Thin Sleeping Mat
  • Threadbare Blanket
  • Basic Hygiene Kit
    • Synthetic paste (multipurpose hygiene product)
    • Toothbrush with weak bristles
  • Mess Kit (Shared, Limited Use)
    • Metal Tray & Cup
    • Ration Token or Meal Card

 

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Location: Tatooine Planetary Penitentiary
Tags: Braze Braze
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"Why I was hunting? For me I mostly do it for the thrill and to have better and richer meats for myself. Last time however, I didn’t know I was trespassing on a Hutt’s private land.” He answered as he watched the young echani try to find comfort in the cold. “Hmm, the cold is a real pain even for me, I can’t be as bold as I like to be. Not until we’re outside.”

His interest only heightened now after Braze mentioned they were here for slaying a hutt. “Really? Well that might explain why you’re here in this ward of the prison and not in the belly of some beast. But a misunderstanding?” Diodoros gave out a low chuckle. “Sounds more to me like you must’ve been the fall guy.”

“Hutt’s are funny like that. They’ll plot and scheme against one another but heaven forbid any one of them meets an early grave. Whoever put you here is hoping you get worked to death.”
Considering how small looking Braze was, Diodoros couldn’t imagine it taking very long.


“Our work shift is gonna be coming up soon for the afternoon after our showers, and first meal. Then you’ll be coming with me to the quarry, since I don’t imagine you’ve earned yourself a staff job yet. Cherish the cold now while you can, Laddie.” Diodoros advised, their work schedule here was during the afternoons and evenings. The schedule for most inmates followed one of two shifts. Night and mornings, the “Cold Shift. Then Afternoons and evenings, “The Hot Shift”. Braze and Diodoros were stuck in the latter. The golden man would also explain that there were only two meal times per shift.
 
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"Yeah… a fall guy of sorts," Braze admitted, his voice even, though he couldn't quite hide the edge of bitterness curling at the words. He wasn't about to launch into some grand protest of innocence, it wouldn't change anything. And in truth, Diodoros wasn't wrong. Someone had set him up.

What mattered was surviving. And, if he played his cards right, escaping.

His silver eyes returned toward the golden-skinned man, assessing him in a new light. Diodoros could've ignored him. Could've let him figure things out the hard way, like most inmates probably did. Instead, he was offering guidance. Warnings. The simple but important details that kept a prisoner from ending up dead in a ditch somewhere between work shifts.

Braze dipped his head slightly, not quite a bow, but enough of a gesture to acknowledge the help for what it was. "I appreciate the advice," he said, a rare note of sincerity threading through his tone. He didn't trust easily, but he could respect those who treated him fairly. And in a place like this, that counted for something.

"The quarry?" Braze echoed, tilting his head. "What kind of quarry is it?"

Already, the gears in his mind were turning. Quarries meant digging. Digging meant tunnels, rock faces, maybe even hidden passages if the place had been in operation long enough. It wasn't much, but it was something, a thread of possibility in an otherwise bleak situation.

He didn't expect Diodoros to lay out some grand escape plan, but any information could be useful. At the very least, he needed to know what he was walking into before the 'Hot Shift' began.






(These are the bare minimum things Braze is provided with upon processing.)

  • Prison Jumpsuit
  • Prison-Issue Undergarments
  • Prison-Issue Footwear
  • Tracker & Biometric Reader Implant
    • Tracks location
    • Monitors heart rate, stress levels, and physical condition
    • Connected to the prison's security system
  • Void Stone Shard Implant
    • Suppresses Force connection
    • Weakens concentration and reflex-based Force powers
    • Causes lingering unease or mental strain
  • Thin Sleeping Mat
  • Threadbare Blanket
  • Basic Hygiene Kit
    • Synthetic paste (multipurpose hygiene product)
    • Toothbrush with weak bristles
  • Mess Kit (Shared, Limited Use)
    • Metal Tray & Cup
    • Ration Token or Meal Card

 

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Location: Tatooine Planetary Penitentiary
Tags: Braze Braze
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“It’s located at a large mesa, made up of some particularly sturdy stones. We collect rocks big and small from it to be sent out to the rest of the planet for use in construction. Apparently it can make some pretty decent cement.” The golden man continued to elaborate. “It’s got a few tunnels, but it’s mostly out in the open. Personally I find it preferable to indoor work here, I wouldn’t wanna be cooped up and slaving away in the factories here. The quarry doesn't have many guards either to bug us. Not that they need any. If you do feel like braving an escape they won't go looking for ya either. Wouldn't be much left of you to find I'm afraid." The prison was bleak, but not as much as running off into the wastes that surrounded them. A harsh environment made harsher wildlife.

After his explanation Diodoros looked away for a moment, as if to try and recall any other bits of information or advice worth sharing. “I think that’s about all I can say now, but if you have any questions we can answer them… hmm, oh and one more thing, if whenever you use the refresher and are done, flush it immediately. That’s a common courtesy here.” With that he seemed like he’s said everything that he felt was important to share with the echani newcomer.
 
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The echani newcomer, who had been silently absorbing Diodoros's words, shifted uncomfortably. The stark reality of their situation settled in, a weight upon their chest that was not easily shrugged off. It was a far cry from the vibrant life they once knew.

"Thank you for the information, sir...," the echani said, their voice steady despite the turmoil churning beneath the surface. "I have one question, though: what happens if someone tries to escape? I mean… how would they know?"

The echani frowned, feeling the dread seep back in.








(These are the bare minimum things Braze is provided with upon processing.)

  • Prison Jumpsuit
  • Prison-Issue Undergarments
  • Prison-Issue Footwear
  • Tracker & Biometric Reader Implant
    • Tracks location
    • Monitors heart rate, stress levels, and physical condition
    • Connected to the prison's security system
  • Void Stone Shard Implant
    • Suppresses Force connection
    • Weakens concentration and reflex-based Force powers
    • Causes lingering unease or mental strain
  • Thin Sleeping Mat
  • Threadbare Blanket
  • Basic Hygiene Kit
    • Synthetic paste (multipurpose hygiene product)
    • Toothbrush with weak bristles
  • Mess Kit (Shared, Limited Use)
    • Metal Tray & Cup
    • Ration Token or Meal Card

 

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Location: Tatooine Planetary Penitentiary
Tags: Braze Braze
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“Hmm, well if they do actually come across an escape attempt they will likely try and catch. A typical punishment will be solitary confinement. Which is really the standard punishment for most things around here. It’s an easy form of punishment here. They don’t need to deal with you.” Diodoros explained the use of such an easy yet cruel form of punishment.

“As for how they know, there’s still guards and sentries around. Just not that many out in the quarry. Small repulsor lift droids also survey the areas. But you’ll see soon enough, and that can answer most of your questions.”


Later that day…


The two suns were beating down all those present at the quarry. Situated on the side of a massive plateau. Where it was carved up to use for construction materials. A pale stone, its bright coloration does well to ward off the heat of the suns, unlike the blackened steel and stone that made up the prison that housed them. Intentionally poorly desired to make it more hellish. At least here their air was clear and clean, just incredibly dry.

Only hand tools were allowed to be used by the inmates. They were not trusted with sophisticated power tools. Not even vibro-picks and shovels. Which would make the work go by much faster and easier. But none of this was really meant to be easy.
 
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Braze was undeniably small, a fact that made his labor in the quarry particularly challenging. Despite his best efforts, the intense heat of the sun relentlessly drained his energy. His pale skin offered little defense against the sun's harsh rays, quickly becoming red and tender in the exposed areas. He could feel the unsettling tightness signaling the onset of sunburn. As he toiled, thoughts of his friends and family surfaced. He wondered what they were doing and whether they had noticed his absence yet.

He was careful to avoid most unfriendly looking individuals, and just stay out of their way, trying not to talk to any one. Thinking was hard to do when he was subjected to such an environment and he lamented being unable to focus clearly enough to utilize the force.

He needed to find a way out of here. He looked about the quarry searching for a weak point some kind of opening or way out... This would have to be the way.

The heat pressed in from all sides, turning the air thick and metallic in his throat. Every breath scraped down his lungs like rust. His vision blurred at the edges, corners folding in as the pounding in his skull rose to a steady roar.

He took one more step, then another, but his body no longer listened. His knees buckled without warning, and he dropped with a startled squeak, hitting the dusty ground hard. Grit clung to his palms as he gasped for breath, chest heaving like he'd been punched straight through the ribs.
He felt a sudden urge, almost like a feeling in the force, telling him to look up, so he did, and was surprised to see a young female, with auburn hair, standing on a ledge just above him in the recess of a shadow created by the dug out stone. She was not looking at him but instead at something behind him, her eyes filled with fear and mild panic.

He turned to see two guards approaching, one of them a tall male with a gruff demeanor and the other a slightly shorter male with a scarred face and a large blaster rifle.

"Come on, you're not finished yet. We need to get more materials." The first guard said.

"I can't go on like this, and my skin's burning up. Please let me rest."

"We don't care, just work."
The second guard said.

"Can't we at least have some water?"
He asked.

"I told you to shut your mouth and get to work." The second guard said, aiming the rifle at Braze.

"Wait. He's new and still needs to get his bearings. If you kill him, we'll be stuck here longer, trying to fill his spot." She pleaded, jumping down from her ledge, a look of desperation on her face.

The second guard turned his attention toward her. "If he's not doing anything, then why are you helping him?"

Braze shifted to moved the tools in his hands and try to continue from where eh plopped down in the dirt...

"He's working now." She said, as she began picking up stones.

The guard scoffed. "You want to cover for him? Fine. You can do his share." He turned, muttering something to his companion, who barked a dry laugh. They stalked off, boots crunching on dust and gravel, though the scarred one threw a final glance over his shoulder, like he hoped Braze would give him an excuse to turn around.

Only when they were out of earshot did Braze speak.

"You didn't have to do that."


She didn't look up. "Yeah, I did."

He watched her for a moment. Her hands moved fast, practiced—stone, toss, stone, stack—but her shoulders shook just slightly with every movement. He knelt down beside her and grabbed a piece of rubble.

"What's your name?" he asked quietly.

"Doesn't matter,"
she said. "Names don't mean much down here."

Braze hesitated, then said, "It does to me."

She finally looked at him, eyes narrowing like she was trying to read him—and finding something she didn't expect. After a beat, she answered.

"Arya."

He nodded. "I'm Braze."

They worked in silence for a while, the sound of shifting stone and distant machinery filling the void. Then, softly:

"You don't look like you belong here, Braze."


He gave a tired half-smile. "You neither."

She didn't smile back. "Yeah. Well. That's the trick, isn't it?"
 

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