Imperial Prison Ship - The Despair
Cell Block C
Cell 044
Alir'len Sias Torain - Prisoner 223
Day 2 - 0700 Hours
"Wake up, scum."
Alir'len lay sprawled across his sleeping slab in Cell 223, a minimum security cell that held prisoners 220 to 225 aboard the Imperial Prisoner Ship Despair under the watchful eye of some Imperial officer Alir'len didn't bother to learn about. Behind him, a guard stood lazily pushing for the prisoners to awaken. Alir'len's eyes lazily opened to greet the stench of his yellowed pillow and the guard's continued shouting.
"Cell 044, get up you worthless piles of criminal-" The guard was cut off by Alir'len's disoriented reply, "Would you shut your mouth? You Imperials never stop with the pointless chatter and childish insults." The chuckles of the destitute resounded in the surrounding cells as the Imperial swung the door upon and whacked Alir'len with his baton, resulting in a loud thud as Alir'len shouted in pain. "That will teach you to disrespect one of the Empire's fine guardsmen," the guard responded with a sneer. He left as the prisoners picked themselves up and filed out of the cell, Alir'len clutching the back of his head as he did so. His feet shuffled after the thick bald man ahead of him. They lined up on the edge of a small overlook, lazily leaning on the bars and looking over at something of an improvised recreation area for prisoners. Alir'len ran a hand through his distraught black hair, as the large bald man spoke up in a rough Coruscanti accent.
"A friendly tip, mate, don't antagonize the Guards. They only get worse in higher security, and trust me - you don't want to end up in solitary confinement," the man said gruffly, scratching at his meaty throat.
"I have garnered that thought, thank you,"<i></i> Alir'len retorted sharply, causing the man to frown. "So what is it that we doing, anyway?"
"Those of us that aren't assholes get a little free time in that little section down there called 'The Yard'." The paused to look over Alir'len before continuing, "What're you even in for? You don't exactly strike me as the criminal type." Alir'len zoned out as he stared at The Yard. He could see prisoners casually communicating and wondered why all this on the ship, when a land prison would work just as well. The brawny man repeated his question to Alir'len, waving his bulky hand in front of Alir'len's face.
"Me? Oh, I just partook in a little trade the Impies didn't like. You?" Alir'len said casually, as he thought about his time in Imperial Space that brought him aboard The Despair. In actuality, Alir'len got off as an accomplice after framing a bounty hunter. The final truth was that Alir'len gunned down a fireteam's worth of soldiers while escorting a smuggler on a job. It was well done and expensive, but at least it left Alir'len in minimum security and not the executioner's list.
"Not one for talkin' 'ey? I respect that I guess. I just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time," he paused as if that were it, forcing Alir'len to shoot him a nasty look before he finished, "...Slicing." The Guardsman shouted for silence as the line of prisoners began moving to the turbolift to go to The Yard, until the Guard saw Alir'len.
"And what do you suppose you're doing?" the Guard asked sternly, grabbing Alir'len by the wrists and yanking him from the line with brutality as another guard closed in with the baton. Before Alir'len could respond, the brutal thwack of the baton resounded across the cell block - leaving Alir'len unconscious to be dragged back to Cell 044.
Cell Block C
Cell 044
Alir'len Sias Torain - Prisoner 223
Day 2 - 0700 Hours
"Wake up, scum."
Alir'len lay sprawled across his sleeping slab in Cell 223, a minimum security cell that held prisoners 220 to 225 aboard the Imperial Prisoner Ship Despair under the watchful eye of some Imperial officer Alir'len didn't bother to learn about. Behind him, a guard stood lazily pushing for the prisoners to awaken. Alir'len's eyes lazily opened to greet the stench of his yellowed pillow and the guard's continued shouting.
"Cell 044, get up you worthless piles of criminal-" The guard was cut off by Alir'len's disoriented reply, "Would you shut your mouth? You Imperials never stop with the pointless chatter and childish insults." The chuckles of the destitute resounded in the surrounding cells as the Imperial swung the door upon and whacked Alir'len with his baton, resulting in a loud thud as Alir'len shouted in pain. "That will teach you to disrespect one of the Empire's fine guardsmen," the guard responded with a sneer. He left as the prisoners picked themselves up and filed out of the cell, Alir'len clutching the back of his head as he did so. His feet shuffled after the thick bald man ahead of him. They lined up on the edge of a small overlook, lazily leaning on the bars and looking over at something of an improvised recreation area for prisoners. Alir'len ran a hand through his distraught black hair, as the large bald man spoke up in a rough Coruscanti accent.
"A friendly tip, mate, don't antagonize the Guards. They only get worse in higher security, and trust me - you don't want to end up in solitary confinement," the man said gruffly, scratching at his meaty throat.
"I have garnered that thought, thank you,"<i></i> Alir'len retorted sharply, causing the man to frown. "So what is it that we doing, anyway?"
"Those of us that aren't assholes get a little free time in that little section down there called 'The Yard'." The paused to look over Alir'len before continuing, "What're you even in for? You don't exactly strike me as the criminal type." Alir'len zoned out as he stared at The Yard. He could see prisoners casually communicating and wondered why all this on the ship, when a land prison would work just as well. The brawny man repeated his question to Alir'len, waving his bulky hand in front of Alir'len's face.
"Me? Oh, I just partook in a little trade the Impies didn't like. You?" Alir'len said casually, as he thought about his time in Imperial Space that brought him aboard The Despair. In actuality, Alir'len got off as an accomplice after framing a bounty hunter. The final truth was that Alir'len gunned down a fireteam's worth of soldiers while escorting a smuggler on a job. It was well done and expensive, but at least it left Alir'len in minimum security and not the executioner's list.
"Not one for talkin' 'ey? I respect that I guess. I just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time," he paused as if that were it, forcing Alir'len to shoot him a nasty look before he finished, "...Slicing." The Guardsman shouted for silence as the line of prisoners began moving to the turbolift to go to The Yard, until the Guard saw Alir'len.
"And what do you suppose you're doing?" the Guard asked sternly, grabbing Alir'len by the wrists and yanking him from the line with brutality as another guard closed in with the baton. Before Alir'len could respond, the brutal thwack of the baton resounded across the cell block - leaving Alir'len unconscious to be dragged back to Cell 044.
