Wrong Place at the Wrong Time....

[Vaulkhar]

Kafane... A planet ran by the Hutt Cartel. A planet with poor agriculture. And a planet known for having a rather extensive prison known as Dead Block. Why is it known as Dead Block you ask? Simple; once you're in, you're in until you die. There have been thousands of deaths within the Dead Block. Some were homicides, some suicides, and some natural or disease related deaths. In the eyes of the Dead Block, all are equal and all are prisoners. None are given special treatment, but the more dangerous criminals or prisoners are put into seclusion for the purpose of keeping them under control.

The cells of the Dead Block are five feet by five feet in size, and houses two inmates each, unless in solitary confinement. Guards patrol the Dead Block throughout the day in units of five, but at night the guards dwindle down to units of three, passing only once an hour. The prison itself was in the shape of a massive square, dug down hundreds of feet underground. Prisoners are often tasked with digging deeper, only granted shovels and pickaxes to aid in the expansion of the Dead Block. There are currently two hundred and fifty stories to the Dead Block.

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Vaulkhar sat within his cell upon the fiftieth story of the super-prison. The fiftieth story seemed to be an area only for solitary confinement, as all other cells within his sight, or lack of for that matters, and his own as well, were filled with single prisoners. It made sense to the young Sith, as his body was honed from a young age to be a deadly weapon, as all Sith Acolytes are trained to become. The young man stood up from his bed and paced towards the bars of his cell just as the guards came by. The rear guard raised his baton and slammed it against the knuckles of Vaulkhar, causing a grunt from the trapped man. He pulled his fingers back and gently rubbed his now-sore hand, shaking his head in frustration.

"This is why I hate the damn Outer Rim..."

When the guards were out of sight he once more returned to the bars where he looked outward, up, and down. He had to come up with a plan of escape, his story would not end on this out of the way planet, doomed to die within a Prison. The man was arrested for slighting gamblers upon the planet of Kafane, or so it was claimed. All he did was win a bet for a pod race. Given the pod he put in was made by a Sith engineer he was rather fond of, and was faster than anything the planet was able to create on it's own.

"Poetic justice I suppose...."

He rubbed his bruised jaw, a present from the gamblers most likely, while also studying himself. He was still garbed in his Sith robes, thankfully. But his lightsaber was missing, as was his communication devices. That was something he did not enjoy in the slightest. It was going to be rather difficult escaping this prison and escaping this rock of a planet the young man decided.


[member="Eclipse"] | [member="Korlen Athan"] | [member="Eclipse"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

[member="Vaulkhar"] [member="William Stryke"] [member="Eclipse"]

This is why Korlen hated flying machines, especially when jumping through hyperspace. You can go into hyperspace one minute and within several hours, end up in unwanted territory. Luckily, he never hit any stars due to his droids calculations. But he did have always at least one problem. That was factions and their forces. Upon entering the Kafane system, he found his way to a planet known as Kafane.

Once again, Korlen hated machines for these reasons. Hurt Cartel forces seized him almost immediately after coming in seeing distance of the planet. He didn't have any cloaking devices on his ship and wasn't expecting this to even happen so him resisting was futile.

Korlen was captured and stripped of all and any weapons. However, his droid took off with the ship after the Hurt Cartel's forces focused on him. They sent many small ships after it but the speed of the freighter outmatched them.

As he was taken into a prison-like place, Korlen resisted many times and was beaten a considerable amount as well. This ticked him off as it reminded him of when he was a slave. He was frightened as well. "No... NO... NO, I won't become your sla-" he was cut short by a powerful hit on the to the head with a baton. This nearly knocked him unconscious. Body and wings tired, he quit resisting.

They placed him on the fiftieth story which seemed like it would be hard to escape. In his cell, he'd usually be terrified and scream but he was worn out. Plus, he knew he'd escape. But how, was the question.

 

[Eclipse]

"Get 'er outta here!" The warden shouted as his two of the guards grabbed Eclipse's blood soaked body, "Up to solitary! We'll make 'er pay for this." Eclipse struggled against the grasp of the guards, with the floor covered in the thick red liquid her feet found no traction. Unlike what many would've expected in a Hutt Cartel prison like this, it was her blood which was sprayed across the ground. No. It belonged to one of the guards who got to touchy with Eclipse. This man wouldn't be making that same mistake again. Considering that he had a sharpened metal bar lodged in his throat probably meant he wouldn't be doing anything ever again.

Step by step. Floor by floor. She was dragged up to the solitary confinement cells at one of the top floors of the Hutt prison. This was a place she really didn't want to be. It was likely that the only time she'd see the outside again was if the cartel decided she would be publicly executed.


Her image caught the attention of many of the solitary confinement prisoners. A young girl was a rare sight to most of these prisoners. But a young girl whose clothes were damp with blood and whose skin was still dripping? That was a completely different story. At this point Eclipse had given up on struggling. She wasn't weak, but the two massive men grasping her arms made it impossible to move, let alone escape. Finally her trip had ended and she met her new cell. A hole barely large enough to fit a ewok in. Even though she hated the thought staying there, she knew there would be no point complaining; she'd better start getting used to it.

After her body had been thrown into the cell, a kick to her stomach followed. The kick came from the warden, who proceeded to spit onto her. "I'll be back soon. I ain't letting you get away with killing one of my guards! Who 'ear me?" Eclipse had no energy to reply with a whitty comeback, instead she just moaned and remained on the concrete floor clutching her stomach in pain.


[member="Korlen Athan"] [member="Vaulkhar"]

 

[William Stryke]

The creature known as Stryke, or Mister Avarice, or simply Avarice, stirred expectantly at the sound of screams. He felt a guard die, and his pointed tongue licked his lips as a girl was dragged across his field of vision. This placement in solitary confinement was of his own choice. He had simply been hired to guard the more dangerous prisoners in this... Dead Block. The only thing really keeping him in his 'cell' was a two-way mirror that gave nobody a view of his true Gen'dai appearance.​

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Stryke stood, sighing slightly. What a meaningless, boring, existence. He was created to be a perfect being, capable of changing his form, yet retaining a true form even more powerful than a normal Gen'dai. The odd mixture of Shi'ido physiology with Gen'dai survivability made him able to do anything. But instead, the man who had ripped him from his own body and put him in this new one had simply sold him to the Hutts as a guard. Not even a well-respected guard.​

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"Well, I suppose nothing good comes of reopening old wounds."​

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As he concentrated, his form shifted into the slightly smaller one that he used whenever he was in public. The mirrored wall swung open, allowing him access to the main hallway. Maybe he would go talk to the girl who'd been dragged into solitary just now. Would he attempt to crush her spirit, or maybe console her? He didn't know, or currently care. He was bored.​

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[member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Eclipse"] [member="Korlen Athan"]​

 

[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar watched as not one, but two others were dragged onto his floor of the Dead Block and thrown into separate cells. One surprised him greatly. [member="Eclipse"] was a young woman dripping and drenched in blood, being dragged by the various guards. When she was thrown into the smallest containment cell upon the floor, Vaulkhar could not help but feel bad for her. He was put there simply for his knowledge with the force. To him, she had been put in there as punishment; a punishment he himself never would of taken without quite literally exploding. The other person brought in, a man with wings, was much less surprising to him.

He appeared to be young, likely around his age, possibly a little older. At first the wings threw Vaulkhar off, causing him to stare straight ahead at the man and determine whether they were real or not. After studying him and utilizing his Force Sight, it became clear they were indeed a part of him. Odd.

Eventually the guards within the area began to die down until they dwindled to nothing. All of them left and began their rounds elsewhere in the prison, allowing those within solitary confinement their time to sulk. To Vaulkhar, this was the perfect opportunity to interact with those nearest to him and at least attempt an escape. He cleared his throat rather loudly and raised his hand, rattling the bars to the best of his ability to catch their attention. T

"Any of you awake and/or alive?"

[member="Eclipse"] | [member="Korlen Athan"] | [member="William Stryke"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

[member="Vaulkhar"] [member="William Stryke"] [member="Eclipse"]

Beating someone to the point of bleeding was always looked down upon by Korlen. Especially if the victim was innocent. However, he didn't know the woman's story yet as he watched the beating take place. As he sat on the bed in a tiny corner, he thought about plans to escape. None that he thought up guaranteed him to get out unscathed. Hopefully, there was some in this prison hell who had the same goal as him. Or else.... he was as good as dead.

Korlen heard a voice ask a question. He didn't look to see where it came from though. Instead, the bed is where he rested his eyes.

"Who wouldn't be awake..." he let out with an emotionless tone.

 

[Eclipse]

The clanging of the metal lock secured her entrapment in this hell hole of a prison. It wasn't long after that when the guards exited the floor. Where they were going was unknown, maybe it was to preform a sweep of the other cells or perhaps it was the warden retrieving his 'equipment' in order to fulfil his promise to Eclipse. If she was to escape from this concrete box, she would ensure that the warden was killed. It didn't matter if killing him guaranteed her permanent enclosure into this cell. He would die.

For a brief moment she heard the a sound, as if someone was talking. Following this came a reply, but it was no use to the aching girl. All she could hear were slurred noises; untranslatable.

She attempted to reply to what was being said. "Mmmmrrphhh" All that emerged from her mouth were broken grumbles. A coughing fit followed, spewing blood across the cell. She eventually gave up on trying to reply.

[member="Korlen Athan"] [member="Vaulkhar"] [member="William Stryke"]

 

[William Stryke]

Stryke smirked as he heard a man's voice call out softly. As opposed to the actual guards, who would possibly have banged on the doors and demanded silence, he simply looked between the man - more of a kid really - and the two other people in the cells near him. The girl he'd seen before was spitting up blood, and he had the disappointing realization that the blood all over her was probably her own. As for the third person... Was he a Shaliz'na?​

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"Well, my, my, aren't you three in a predicament?"​

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The sound of something like a lash was audible as the piece of metal-tipped rope flew at Stryke's face. He grabbed the end of it, hardening his hand again so he wouldn't be hurt. The guard at the other end gave him a look of disgust.​

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"No talking to the prisoners, monster. I'll tell the warden about you."​

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The only reply from the black-haired creature was a disappointed look as his clawed hand sunk into the abruptly dead guard's chest cavity. The man's obviously diseased heart was in Stryke's hand as he let his victim fall to the ground.​

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"Disgusting. Seems that you guards are worse addicts than your charges."​

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He dropped the useless knot of muscle to the ground and licked his fingers. At least spice tasted good in their blood. He looked around again, shrugging nonchalantly.​

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"You all saw that. A very enjoyable act of self-defense."​

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[Vaulkhar]

Vaulkhar sighed as he heard the reply from the Bird-Man a few cells away. His spirit had already been broken and that would make escape rather difficult. The young girl sounded as if she were gargling on blood, and that alone was enough reason for the young man to believe she had given up as well. He simply shook his head from side to side before turning to watch the sudden disagreement between the guard and what he assumed to be some sort of mercenary. When the mercenary shoved his hand through the guard's chest and tore his heart out, his eyes widened slightly. Upon closer inspection, it appeared Vaulkhar was blind.

Taking his chance Vaulkhar raised his hand and focused upon the guard. Without warning the keycard hanging at his side tore away from his belt and floated through the air to the capture Sith. He took it and slid it into place at the side of his cell. His gate slid open, allowing him to simply exit. As he left the cell he simply stared down the man that was capable of tearing out the heart of the guard.

"Are we going to have to dance? Or can I take a few of these prisoners and depart?"

[member="William Stryke"] | [member="Eclipse"] | [member="Korlen Athan"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

[member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Eclipse"] [member="William Stryke"]

Korlen cocked his head to the side slightly as an odd creature pulled a heart out of a corpse and began to eat it. It wasn't common to see this, but it wasn't uncommon either. It was true that that sight caught his attention mostly, but the guards acting like they had authority really ignited his hatred. How bothersome.

A reply to the odd creature seemed appropriate at the time, so Korlen smirked. "Yes, yes. It would be a waste to leave it there to decompose anyways." Of course it was only a joke. He returned to a straight face.

The one who asked the question appeared to be a clever individual. He was out of his cell within seconds. But the first thing is did upon leaving his cell was... threaten the odd creature? Korlen was sure there would be a brawl.

 

[Eclipse]

Hearing the commotion outside the cells in the corridor spiked Eclipse's curiosity. Spitting the remaining blood from her mouth onto the floor, she clambered to her feet. This simple task was difficult considering her whole body ached and her joints felt as if they had been broken repeatedly. All her eyes allowed her to see of the situation was a blurry image of an unconscious or deceased body on the floor surrounded by a pool of blood. What had happened? Soon after, her eyes adjusted to the environment and she could make out a figure standing outside the cells. He was no guard, this man wore the apparel of a prisoner and as far as Eclipse could tell, he wasn't armed. With this brief view all that was available, the blood soaked girl assumed that this prisoner was responsible for the body and that a prison break may be in progress.

Eclipse's view of what was happening wasn't great from her cell, as it was at the end of the corridor. Because of the placement of her cell, if a breakout was happening she may be left there. Hopefully he would come and release her. Hopefully.


[member="Korlen Athan"] [member="Vaulkhar"] [member="William Stryke"]