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Gargulec:
Few places are as dreaded as Imperial Dungeon Ships. And it is not without reason, for sure. Tales of prisoners embarking on them, never to set foot on land again are as widespread, as they are true. Rumours speak of tortures being common, wardens being sadistic, captains being bitter and cruel...
And, for most part, there is no lie in them, as each of you could see, though from different perspectives.
Lamentation for 'Canceron'
The trip was meant to be short. 'Canceron' was to travel from Outer Rim to Coruscant, bringing there cargo of many rebels, and single Jedi Master, which was cunning enough to evade capture for well over sixteen years. But cunning enough to escape forever. Dungeon Ship was hauling her, and all those rebels, to an sad, and unavoidable (or so it seemed) fate.
But, the hypersapce drive died, forcing the ship to move much slower than it should.
At this very moment, 'Canceron' was stationary- maintenance was needed direly for the secondary drives, unless you wanted it to malfunction, and leave struck in void until the end of eternity.
Anyway, ship was lost already, albeit nobody knew of it at this very moment. Only few held chances of survival.
Clone, more machine now then man, guarding the captured Jedi Master.
A former servant of a powerful Sith, traversing the corridors of Cellblock B in search of... somebody.
Handsome rebel, now enclosed in bare steel cell, transferred there for playing a part in recent prison revolt.
A pilot, and a gunslinger, walking down the ship corridors, closely to large blast doors.
All of you would soon leave this place for good. And face some memories.
Journey:
The lady who was calling herself Laril Shadow brooded as she checked the bug detector in her hand and laid down on her bunk. Why didn't she listen to her doubts when it came to accepting this fishy contract? But no, she was tempted by the credits, and now she was stuck on this decrepit, failing Imperial ship. It will be the greatest of ironies if after evading Vader and his agents for so long, I still end up perishing in Imperial hands...in the hands of their failing maintenance crew. But there was no point agonizing over it. Unless she decided to somehow commandeer one of the ship's shuttles to escape, but times weren't desperate enough for that...yet.
Instead, her thoughts turned to the walk she took one day ago. "I really think I saw Colin in one of the cells," she said out loud.
Bright purple letters appeared on her datapad. YOU ARE STATING THAT YOU BELIEVE YOUR EYES DETECTED COLIN KARR, YOUR CHIEF MISSION SUPERVISOR FROM 32:1:20 TO 32:7:34, IN ONE OF THE PRISONER CONTAINMENT ROOMS ABOARD THIS VESSEL?
"I think so, yes. Mmm, if it's really him, there are so many questions I want to ask him."
WOULD IT NOT BE LOGICAL TO CONFIRM WHETHER OR NOT YOUR PERCEPTIONS ARE AUTHENTIC BEFORE PROCEEDING WITH THIS LINE OF INQUIRY?
"Hah. No, you're right. I should check before thinking too much about this. The problem is, it's probably a huge risk to go back in such a short time. They'd remember I was through there before and check if I was authorized. Then I'd be in trouble."
THAT IS A REASONABLE DEDUCTION. IN THAT CASE SHOULD I GO AND CONFIRM YOUR PERCEPTIONS FOR YOU?
"You know, that could work. I've seen a lot of astromechs coming and going every corridor on this ship. I need to patch up this hole in your shell, though, so you don't stand out that much."
I AM GRATEFUL. ALTHOUGH IT IS ILLOGICAL THAT I SHOULD ALLOCATE ANY CONSIDERATION TO SUCH COSMETIC MATTERS THAT DO NO AFFECT MY CAPACITY TO OPERATE, MY PREFERENCES ARE TO BE "WHOLE".
"Indeed, sorry for doing that to you. It is a rather large hole."
I DO NOT RECOGNIZE THE NEED TO APOLOGIZE. IT WAS A LOGICAL ACTION TO CREATE A REASONABLE EXPLANATION FOR THE EMP DETONATION IN THIS ROOM TO DISABLE ANY SURVEILLANCE EQUIPMENT. I ESTIMATE A PROBABILITY OF AT LEAST SEVENTY-FOUR POINT TWO PERCENT THAT YOUR OVERSEER WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EXPLANATION HAD YOU NOT DAMAGED MY EXTERIOR.
"Right, right. Power down for a bit while I finish the repairs, will you?"
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"There, all fixed up."
MY SHELL IS ONCE AGAIN A CONTINUOUS SURFACE. I EXPRESS MY THANKS.
"Alright, go take a peek, if you can. Be careful, though. It's more important to stay undetected than to find him."
ROGER. MISSION PARAMETERS ESTABLISHED.
"I'm going to the mess hall to get some food. And see if maybe I can liberate someone's rank cylinder or find some other means of prison access. See ya later."
Spoiler (click to show/hide)Zal will head towards Cellblock B, and search to identify the cell in which Colin is held while trying to stay inconspicuous. Fathima will head to the mess hall to have a meal and try to see if she can quickly borrow an appropriate crew member's rank cylinder to clone for access to the prison cells, while keeping her mind open for other options into the cells. If the opportunity arises, she'll read the lips of the prison guards on their meal breaks, or even go up to some of them and talk to them.
Zal Intelligence + Covert: d10 + d6
Zal Alertness + Search: d12 + d8
Fathima Intelligence + Perception: d8 + d6
Fathima Intelligence + Read Lips: d8 + d8
Xander Morhaime:
CX-411 was spending the day much like every other day so far on this ship - standing guard duty in front of the door panel of the cell containing his special prisoner. He stood out a bit from the rest of the ship's stromtrooper compliment, in that his armour was a dark grey rather than the usual white. And there was the fact he carried substantially more firepower on his person, in the form of a repeating blaster in addition to the standard E11.
Of course, the work was dull as hell, so to pass the time he memorised who or what came by and when, or when nobody was around, simply counting the rivets in the walls.
Silhar:
The Clone surely was not the only bored person in the cellblock...
Some rebel being held few cells further definitely did not share this feeling, though.
His mind was absorbed with a tough problem, the problem made of bare steel, without any windows, but with solid, reinforced door instead. Precisely, closed and locked door.
Sitting in an angle of the cold, lonely and claustrophobic place, Vincent West Jr (or prisoner no. 113, as they branded him recently) desperately sought any way out.
If came some fraggin' stormtrooper... Interrogator... A damned gut-robber bringing cold soup... Anything, for f'sake !, he had a bitter thought full of anger.
Walls were already checked for any airing well, but in vain. Having nothing to do, he checked them again, hoping blindly for some concealed wiring panel, vent or something labelled "Ye Olde Rebel Emergency Escape Duct". Or, at least, an emergency camera.
Gargulec:
Time passed slowly.
Senior officers in the ship mess were not cautious enough to prevent stealing a access cylinder from them. Entrance to Cellblock B was granted to Fathima at last. On her way there, she met her droid, eager to inform her that her 'old friend' was confined in the cell 021, 'heightened security'.
Over the blast doors, leading to cell block, somebody wrote a 'All hope abandon'. Indeed, there was a tale on the ship, that not a single prisoner from B ever tasted the freedom again.
Who knows, maybe it was even true.
Cell block was oddly silent. Nothing could be heard, no whisper, no yell. Heavy barriers, of both steel and forcefield separated prisoners from their captors. Furthermore, apart from Colin, a rebel scum whose face was one of the most intriguing sights Fathima ever saw and of course the Jedi, the block was empty.
And then, all of sudden, like a prelude to a dirge, all alarms on the ship rang.
'Action Stations! Action Stations! All hands to action stations...
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