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Returns PBF - In Character
Xander Morhaime:
CX-411 grinned to himself under his helmet as the alarms rang out. The trip had been dull, and so he welcomed the bit of excitement. Of course, he was already at his "action station" - he was to guard and protect the prisoner. To that end, he unholstered his trusty E-11 and began waiting for further announcements, or other sounds indicative of what was going on.
ZZ:
Jacob was greatly shocked with the alarm. Even if he knew the opposite, he was sure that the trip will be calm. This call destroyed his dreams. He was now sure that without firing he wouldn't leave the ship. So he readies his pistols and calmly waits, knowing that nothing can take him down now.
Journey:
Fathima connected the rank cylinder to her datapad as she walked down the corridor, temporarily replacing its visual data with her own appearance. She now walked with the stiff gait typical of most Imperials, and her color-shifting outfit was now dull grey, bearing no insignia. The narrow, monotonous corridors reminded me of her last visit to the Imperial prison system, when she had broken a smuggler chief out of jail, allowing her to join his organization. But the smuggler never realized that the escape was staged. Soon after, Fathima had not only the smuggler, but his entire gang of glitterstim haulers all locked away.
Fathima forced her mind away from her memories and back to the task at hand. This time, the guards weren't on her side. She kept her eyes forwards as she walked past them...even as she started to feel a new presence in the Force. The presence seemed contained somehow, but despite this containment Fathima could sense its warmth and brightness, entirely unlike the cold Force presence she experienced when vader was around. Was there another Force user nearby? And what allowed this being's Force presence to be warm and bright, which was a truly new Force sensation to her?
'Action Stations! Actions Stations! All hands to action stations...'
Fathima almost flinched as alarms suddenly rang out through the ship; only her training allowed her to continue to walk smoothly. Guilty parties tended to react poorly to alarms, and she had to act if she belonged. Was this an opportunity...or a risk? The alarm would likely draw guards away her destination, but everyone she did meet would now be on high alert, especially when she tried to leave the area. She seriously considered turning back and walking away, but feeling the rank cylinder in her hand, she knew it would be a hard trick to repeat once it was discovered missing. So she continued deeper into the complex, further away from the wail of the alarms.
Meanwhile, Zal also moved through CellBlock B as inconspicuously as possible, staying close to Fathima, but not close enough to make it obvious. It focused its echolocators on tracking all bodies nearby; ready to signal to Fathima if anyone converged on her location.
Soon, Fathima stopped in front of cell 021, rank cylinder in hand. The moment of truth... She took a deep breath and focused her mind. Activating the cell door, she stepped inside. Putting a mixture of veiled menance and disdain in her voice, she spoke: "Colin Karr. I have some questions for you..."
Silhar:
Oh, the alert. Great, I am going to rot in this forsaken hole. Or... ?
Finding nothing of interest, Vince quickly stood up and, stumbling, sticked to a wall as close to the door as it was possible. His face twisted in pain while wounded knee protested with a sharp blow of pain.
It is certain that the whole ship will be evacuating soon. They can not afford losing prisoners, so probably I shall have someone sent for me. Hopefully, one untrained naive sucker...
Or... maybe someone is out to take me away from here... ? If not, then who... or what... can be willing to raze this cursed wreck ?
The last thought filled West with dread.
Gargulec:
The voice of Fathima former handler was so quiet, that she barely could hear him over the alarms blaring, when she entered his bare steel cell.
'I told you, I know nothing that could intere...
He paused, surprised. Fear arose in his eyes.
'Who are you?' he asked, desperately trying to remain calm. 'You're not the one that interrogated me... And you appear familiar.'
Before he could finish, both of them felt an odd, but not unfamiliar feeling of faint pressure all over your bodies. Ship shields was raised.
'Ship endangered read CX, on the security screen that until no more than a second ago displayed nothing more than Jedi Master life function graphs. 'Enforcing emergency lockdown of Cellblock B'
He knew what that meant- meter thick blast doors, only way into the cellblock was now being closed. And they would only open after 24 hours passed, and ship captain send special safety signal.
For a second, the security screen blinked. And then, a red letters appeared on it, forming another short message.
'Special prisoner treatment is in action. Prepare the restraints and follow 'Special Circumstances' instructions'
Then, a distant explosions were heard. Turbolaser barrage, for no doubt.
Lights flickered, and went off in Vince cell. After a while, as the ship was torn with more and more hits. Before the rebel could start wondering, if the shields was still holding, a miracle happened. For how else could he name the situation, in which energy field separating him from the freedom simply disappeared?
Power was cut off- but it was matter of seconds before the auxiliary systems would kick in...
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