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Jan 19 12 1:09 AM
Serge smiled as he listened to the girl in the next
cell going to work on one of the few things that were set out for the
prisoners. Based on the sounds he guessed the cot, but without his good ear he
wasn’t quite sure. After the promised minute Aster seemed happy with her
progress and declared that she’d be able to get the guard’s attention with
whatever she had fashioned.
“Good the guard will return from your direction make
sure he doesn’t get to a place where he can see into my cell and you’ll be out
in ten minutes.” Serge continued to work he had four more minutes now
without the threat of guards, hopefully Aster would give him the extra four
that he needed. As he used the tools supplied by Nysis, subtly hidden in the
palm of his hand, to get into the wall and the monitor hiding within, Serge
thought about what Aster had said, about losing out on life if he didn’t let
things matter. He wondered if he was made for such a life. Nizari was fun, but
could she be more than that to him.
He chuckled that Nizari was the first to come to
mind because of the physical nature of their relationship, yet Kitten was the
person he seemed to attach himself to more than anyone. Maybe in the future
Serge could call someone “his girl”, he’d spent too much time with his head
attached to a computer, figuratively and for the past seven years literally, to
connect himself with real people on that level. “So you think that you could
take care of me in five minutes huh?” Serge joked. He’d caught a glimpse of her
as the guards struggled to get her under control, not quite as striking as
Nizari, but looked to be in good shape, Serge had little doubt that she could
follow through on her statement.
One minute prior to the time when the guard would
show back up Serge had the monitor pulled from the wall and started working on
removing the power supply and other various useful parts. His back covered the
view the holocam would have of his actions, but someone watching would
eventually suspect something. Hopefully he’d be out of his cell before they
could send reinforcements. The power supply of the monitor wasn’t exactly what
he needed, but he could fix that. Thirty
seconds, he thought as he finished up the alterations to the power cell and
rested his right arm flat on the revealed monitor.
“You’re on darling,” Serge whispered as he clicked
the power cell into place. Four minutes
to boot, hope whatever she’s got in mind works.
Jan 20 12 10:35 PM
Aster eyed her metal rod with a critical eye. It was certainly crude in construction but it should do the job. She almost felt sorry for what she was going to do to that guard but the bugger wasn't speaking out against the Warden's mistreatment of prisoners so he was part of the problem.Besides, he was in her way and not getting out of it.“So you think that you could
take care of me in five minutes huh?” Aster rose a brow at the comment, eying the wall between her and Serge. "That depends on a large number of factors there Serge and requires me to be interested. Right now we have more pressing matters. But yes," she added the last with a mischievous smile. "Give a girl time to learn what buttons to push and get to know you and we'll make you sit up and beg like a trained hound. Personally though I prefer a good challenge."
She could hear Serge moving about in his cell, playing with something. How she wished for some method of finding out.
“You’re on darling,” Serge whispered then as Aster heard a soft click. It was hard with the sound of boots ringing but she caught it just a little. She was quick to hug the wall then, waiting until the guard was in view and peering into her cell, looking for her when she was right there.The thought of killing had been first. Her father had always told her that the spot where neck and shoulder met was a weak point. There was no bones to protect one's jugular, and no armor either usually. She choked at the last minute though and opted to change her plan. The warden might have deserved it, but she didn't know if the guard did.So she snuck out an arm, grabbing the back of the guard's armor and yanking hard. He crashed into the bars with a surprised yelp. Facing the other direction he couldn't bring his gun or stun stick to bare on her. "Should have learned to wear a helmet buddy. Be thankful I'm just waiting to kill one of you, and it's not you," Aster told the guy before she used her metal rod like a club, bashing him in the head to knock him out. It took a couple strikes and her tool ended up bent and useless but it worked.Aster wasn't one to waste time, rifling through the guy's pockets for anything more useful then just the rifle and the stun stick. "How's it going there?" she asked to no one in particular though it was directed to her neighbor and whatever he had needed four minutes for.
“So you think that you could
take care of me in five minutes huh?”
Aster rose a brow at the comment, eying the wall between her and Serge. "That depends on a large number of factors there Serge and requires me to be interested. Right now we have more pressing matters. But yes," she added the last with a mischievous smile. "Give a girl time to learn what buttons to push and get to know you and we'll make you sit up and beg like a trained hound. Personally though I prefer a good challenge."
“You’re on darling,” Serge whispered then as Aster heard a soft click. It was hard with the sound of boots ringing but she caught it just a little. She was quick to hug the wall then, waiting until the guard was in view and peering into her cell, looking for her when she was right there.
The thought of killing had been first. Her father had always told her that the spot where neck and shoulder met was a weak point. There was no bones to protect one's jugular, and no armor either usually. She choked at the last minute though and opted to change her plan. The warden might have deserved it, but she didn't know if the guard did.
So she snuck out an arm, grabbing the back of the guard's armor and yanking hard. He crashed into the bars with a surprised yelp. Facing the other direction he couldn't bring his gun or stun stick to bare on her. "Should have learned to wear a helmet buddy. Be thankful I'm just waiting to kill one of you, and it's not you," Aster told the guy before she used her metal rod like a club, bashing him in the head to knock him out. It took a couple strikes and her tool ended up bent and useless but it worked.
Aster wasn't one to waste time, rifling through the guy's pockets for anything more useful then just the rifle and the stun stick. "How's it going there?" she asked to no one in particular though it was directed to her neighbor and whatever he had needed four minutes for.
Jan 21 12 2:44 AM
The agent heard the clatter that took place next
door. When he heard Aster’s voice he was fairly certain that she had come
through with at least stopping the first guard from catching on to what was
happening. As he warned when Aster was tossed into the neighboring cell however
there were more guards the question was whether they could arrive before his
arm booted up completely.
The computer portion of his brain kept track of the
time and the progress of the start up of his cybernetics, the human part was
completely occupied with the thought of possible reward for springing his
neighbor. She had played her part surely, but bashing a guard on the head in
exchange for a respite from the nastiness of this prison didn’t seem a totally
fair trade. “How’s it going there?” came the seemingly unfocused question, but
there wasn’t much doubt that it was intended for him.
needed four minutes darling, two down, two to go, but so far things are shaping
up nicely.” Serge said in a confident chuckle. Patience was something that
Serge had learned over the years. Computers went at their own pace and no
amount of yelling, pacing or beating would change that. A minute after the
statement was made the computer in his head that was linked to his arm told him
that the systems of the arm were seventy-five percent online. He rushed through
a sequence to figure if the needed application was one of the available online
seventy-five percent. Serge smiled at the affirmative and pressed a button on
his forearm that sent a wave of electricity that disrupted the broadcast of all
optical and auditory security devices within ten meters of his arm.
A minute later the boot up was complete and Serge
had plugged his arm into the mechanical lock on his cell bars. If they missed
the assault on the guard the security black out would certainly send more
guards. They needed to rush. The click of freedom, or as close to it as Serge was
likely to see in the near future brought a wide smile to the agents face. He
shoved the bars open and made his way to the guard laid out against the bars of
Aster’s cell. Serge bent down and took the key from the guard’s slumped form. “Didn’t
think of looking for this?” he asked jovially.
“Guards have to be on their way now. I’ve
temporarily knocked out the cameras and listening in our immediate area, but I
don’t think we should stay put for too long.” Serge said as he opened the bars.
“You’ve done your part you are free to go where ever you think is best. I’ve
got business to attend to, I’ll be going down.”
Jan 21 12 7:31 AM
The verdant grass moved with the wind in gentle waves, not
unlike an ocean as Jedi Master Cyrus Oak observed another day's sunset. In the
years since he'd first encountered the Dark Man his graying hair had turned
entirely silver with age, and the wrinkles of his face had sunken further.
Though his appearance was that of an old man, there was still an air of
strength around him. Some of the fire in him was gone however, replaced with a somber finality.
"Another day." he sighed.
Behind him, life in the Dantooine Enclave continued as it always did. New
apprentices walked eager eyed behind their teachers as the older Jedi explained
snatches of the Jedi Code. Cyrus didn't have a place among them though, since
the events of the massacre he had been gently but firmly pushed away from
having a hand in the running of the Enclave. His was a quiet existence now, but he didn't resent the wealth of time and
peace it brought him. Rising from his meditative stance with a small wince of
pain, he started back towards his chambers when the small holo-communicator in
his belt began to thrum insistently.
With practiced motions he pulled the device form his belt and activated it. A
blue blur materialized before sharpening to form the shape of an old and dear
friend. Time had treated her much more affectionately, although the worry in
her eyes did make her appear older than he knew she was.
"Master Oak" Ahrissa Vander greeted with a warm
smile, the blue image flickering as the female moved into a bow "It's been
sometime, I hope I find you well?" she asked politely, she didn't want to
appear reckless even as the concern for her husband and Apprentice nagged at
the back of her mind.
Cyrus couldn't help but return the smile as he answered
simply "As well as I can expect to be."
After a pause he asked with a hint of humor “What of you and
your family? I imagine they must keep you busy.”
Ahrissa chuckled "Aya sure has taught me a new level of
patience" she nodded "unfortunately some things have come up....and I’m...concerned."
Cyrus's brow wrinkled in puzzlement for a moment before he
slowly replied "I will offer what aid I can...what troubles you?"
Ahrissa nodded her apology "You are aware of Arik’s sister?
Missing these past five years?"
A sister...Cyrus's gaze turned inward as he struggled to
call up the memory. His eyes seemed to brighten as he remembered. Sounding
bitter, he said "I remember her..but I was unaware of her disappearance.
It has been...difficult… to stay informed over these last few years. Have you
Ahrissa nodded once more, a frown crossing her fair lips in
thought "Yes...she just...vanished. There was no explanation for it. Even
Arik could no longer feel her through the Force. We just received a transmission
from Nylla Stardancer yesterday reporting Trisskar’s re-appearance...however,
she is in trouble." Ahrissa sighed tiredly.
The old Jedi’s lips thinned as he frowned, the thought of that
scrap of a girl in danger was a situation that needed to be dealt with. But the
young girl was no Jedi, which only complicated matters. Finally, he pressed her
“If she is in real danger Ahrissa, you and Arik must seek the Council’s
Even to his own ears the words sounded hollow, but they
needed to be said.
Ahrissa nodded "This is a family Matter Master..."
she reminded gently, before sighing
"Besides that, her alignment would make the situation... drag out...and
according to Nylla...she doesn't have that kind of time.”
Then matters were worse than he’d thought. Cyrus’s gaze
turned downward as he withdrew into himself. A hastily prepared rescue was
highly dangerous at best, suicide at worst. Looking pained, he asked “Where is
he Ahrissa? Where is Arik? He hasn’t gone after her already has he?”
Ahrissa’s frown deepened "You know how he is...there is
only so much guidance I can offer, even as his wife." She sighed "He
left a few hours ago...and I can’t shake this dreadful feeling...something’s
happening...and I don’t think Triss is the only concern.”
Cyrus gritted his teeth angrily as he listened. Love was a
strange thing, but even still it boggled him how Ahrissa could fall for Arik.
He was always too headstrong. Even with a child, a child he should be thinking
of first, he threw caution to the wind. Drawing a hand across his brow, he
managed to say broodingly “You may be right.”
Staring at her intently, he asked “Did he go alone? Does the
Ahrissa shook her head just slightly "I managed to
convince him to take my Apprentice along with him. He is young, but he has
improved greatly and I trust he will be able to keep an eye on Arik, he has
been instructed to contact me whenever possible. But Arik made me promise not to
involve the Masters in this matter. He felt the Masters had more important
things to do than rescue one Sith girl." Her lips thinned as she stared
out from the holo image intently "I however didn't say I wouldn't contact
It took the majority of his patience to maintain his
composure as he learned that Trisskar had sent an apprentice to accompany her
fool of a husband. This quest into the unknown reminded Cyrus all too much of
his own mission years back with his own apprentice. Beginning to feel ill, his
fuzzy blue form could be seen sitting down again as he sought some support.
When he’d banished all fury, he said sharply “Transmit all
information you have of Triss, and of where Arik was headed. If I can, I will
head him off…maybe jam some sense into his thick skull. Failing that, you can
be certain I won’t let him blunder into danger without a struggle.”
The holo image of the graceful knight peered off to the side
and nodded to someone before looking back at Cyrus "Remember
Master...Triss is family. And if we can assist her, and bring her home...it
would be of great relief to this family." she looked very tired and weary
of the decisions made as she concluded "However...if it's at the cost of
Arik...Im sure Triss would want him safe...home to his daughter."
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eyes cracked from a short attempt at meditation. There was an uprising of
emotion within the prison and the Jedi was not sure where it came from. Her
eyes focused on reality and her guide was standing before her. “The young woman
prisoner you were interested in has escaped.”
what?” Nylla called out in shock. “Is this what the Warden thinks is a good
demonstration of control. That girl is confused and desperate. She’ll kill
herself trying to get out of here.”
the idea Jedi Stardancer,” The guide said in a snotty tone. “We are looking for
her now, the Warden wants nothing more than to prove that we can catch even the
most pestilent of prisoners and keep them inline. She will be made an example
of either, with more punishment and a squashing beneath the Warden’s boot, or
by dying in the attempt to leave.”
that girl dies I will personally shut this place down.” Nylla blurted out
before thinking of the ramifications of the statement.
Stardancer, we don’t have contracts with both the Empire and Republic because
we go losing our inmates. The lower levels of the prison are near impossible to
get out of. She will be found it’s just a matter of searching all the cracks
and crevices a rat like her can hide in.”
will keep me informed of the chase. Any sign of her and I want to hear right
after the Warden does, you understand.” Nylla was becoming a little too bold
and suddenly realized it. She gave a long sigh, “In the meantime I need some
sustained meditation. Do not disturb me for anything but news of the girl.”
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