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Locked Up
Damian leaned against the wall, watching as the clones working as police on Coruscant scanned his ship. He turned, walking away from them and toward the nearest downtown area. Once there, it would be easy to find the nightclub where his former employer, and hopefully Cad Bane, were currently hanging out. He had a score to settle with Bane, and he had some property to regain from his employer.
He reached the nightclub easily, and walked inside, making his way to the back where he could see his employer, a Trandoshan named Ghinvul Toonee twirling his prize between his fingers. Damian growled in annoyance. How dare he have such little respect for it. Damian stood there, watching the lightsaber twirl around and around in his employer's hand. It was a double-ended lightsaber, shorter than normal, about a foot long, as opposed to two or three feet, with yellow lightsaber crystals. It also had the function of separating into a pair of lightsabers, though no one but him knew that. The handle itself was a rather plane silver cylinder with a small notch at each end, about an inch from the tip. Damian walked over to the table, sitting down and propping his feet up, holding his blaster aimed directly at his employer's face.
"Damian," Ghinvul grinned, setting the lightsaber down on the table and grinning widely. "And here I had hoped you were dead."
"I'm not dying until I get my family heirloom back from you," Damian said. "Tell you what. Give it to me, and I'll walk out of here right now and never bother you again. Tell me where to find Cad Bane and I'll even get you whatever you payed him for my death back."
"Tempting," Ghinvul nodded. "He's right there."
Damian turned to look only to find several Clone troopers aiming at him from a couple of feet away, Bane leaning against the wall behind them.
"This man threatened to shoot me in my own club. Kindly lock him away, won't you?"
"Put it down kid," one clone said. "This could get real ugly real fast."
"I'll be back Ghinvul," Damian said, setting the blaster down. "And I'll be using that to take your head."
He turned his back to the clones, allowing them to put the shackles on him and lead him away. Three hours later, he was sitting in a transport having his long criminal record read to him. He rolled his eyes as it dragged on.
"Let's just skip to the part where you gloat that I'm not going to escape for the twentieth time," Damian finally said.
"Oh, you won't," the clone said. "This time, you're being locked up in a maximum security prison. Where we have terrorists, murderers, and sith successfully locked up."
"But you don't have me," Damian said. "Or, at least, you won't. I'll give it a month until I get out."
"Is that right," the clone said. "If you leave your cell, you'll be shot."
"Wanna make a bet?" Damian grinned.
The clone snorted in amusement.
"Sure kid," the clone said. "We'll make a bet. I'll be waiting in the nightclub in one months time wearing a red scarf. If you show up, I'll know I lost."
"At which point, you allow me to kill Ghinvul and remove fifteen percent of the crime from the street, take my trophy, and walk out."
"Sounds like a plan," the clone smirked.
And with that, the shuttle landed and Damian was led into the prison. For the first few minutes, he was led through hallway after hallway, passing through exactly twenty seven lasers all running off of separate power sources and connected to closed circuits with it. Each needed a different key card, and each key card was held by a different guard. After those, came five different troop barracks, each once again with a closed loop laser shield for a door, this time with a card on each clone that slept in that barrack. Then came the armory, with a heavy metal door protected by ray shielding. Then, he finally reached the cells. Floating ray shield generators with the inmates suspended between them.
"Step up," the clone escorting him ordered.
Damian stepped up onto his own personal ray shield projector and was instantly suspended and immobilized. He smirked, winking at the guard who groaned before sending him into the same slow orbit of the "courtyard" that the others were. The courtyard of this particular prison was an arena-shaped area where guards were gathered to watch as prisoners were put in a few at a time for food and exercise for about fifteen minutes at a time before being put back in their ray shield cells. Unless a fight broke out. In which case, the guards began to cheer and take bets, the winner getting extra free time while the loser was put in his cell for an extra day and fed by a flying droid, as opposed to being able to eat in the courtyard like normal.
Damian kept close watch, taking care to avoid drawing any attention to himself for days. It wasn't easy. Bathroom breaks consisted of getting mobility enough to do his business exactly where he was, then getting immobilized again. When he was in the courtyard, he had to work hard not to end up getting dragged into any fights. More than a few times he nearly did. But, as the days ticked by into weeks, he eventually had the beginnings of a plan forming. The guards at the courtyard changed out two or three at a time, and each time they did, the ones leaving were handed a key card. One for a door out, and one for their barracks. Of the ones present, there were about four that actually did their jobs of guarding them. The rest were slacking off and chatting. Those four, Damian figured, were probably either brand new and therefor good shots from having just learned how, or were special forces, and there for better shots. There was only one more thing Damian needed to see. A riot. And for that to happen, he needed the guards to get involved. But he had already seen a death. The guards didn't care.
"Your a deep thinker," a girl said, sitting beside him as he pondered how to get the guards involved.
The girl was a Mirialan with short black hair, and black diamond tattoos across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She was a year or two older than him, and he could instantly tell there was something different about her. Something he had only felt once before, when the girl on the shuttle, Ahsoka Tano, was pinning him to a wall.
"You're either an ex Jedi or a Sith," Damian said. "That's good. You'll be extremely helpful."
"And you're Force Sensitive," the girl said. "I'm Barriss Offee. You?"
"Damian Shan," Damian said. "Smuggler, Thief, and soon to be free man."
"How can I help?" Barriss asked.
"I need a riot," Damian said. "A real one. One where the guards get heavily involved."
"You want to take out the four special forces guards, right?" Barriss asked.
"So you noticed?" Damian asked.
"Too serious to be a regular guard, but too disciplined to be new," Barriss said. "Plus, they don't look around. They don't try to learn, and they don't pick up bad habits."
"Glad you're as observant as I am," Damian said.
"You've been here, what, two week?" Barriss asked.
"Yeah," Damian said. "You?"
"Long enough," Barriss said. "When do we get out?"
"First we need a plan," Damian said. "I think it's time I got into a fight."
"Same," Barriss nodded. "See the Trandoshan over there? He's reigning champion. Never lost a fight. Beat him, and we'll have some muscle."
"Good," Damian nodded. "Make sure you win."
Barriss nodded and they stood, walking away from each other, Damian toward the Trandoshan, and Barriss toward a Twi'lek male. Barriss's fight was fast. Within seconds he was unconscious. Damian had a bit more trouble. Actually, he lost. Badly. Within a minute the Trandoshan was slamming his head off the all. Barriss saved him, forcing the Trandoshan back, and the Twi'Lek and Damian were both put back in stasis. So, for the next three days, Damian nursed a concussion, spending the first forty eight hours in stasis before spending the next day talking with Barriss. At the end of his fifteen minutes, he went after the Trandoshan again. Again, he lost, this time not as badly, since the lizard's durability and strength didn't catch him off guard. His speed did, though. Two days later, Damian sat down beside Barriss, who grinned at him.
"Maybe choose a different target," Barriss said.
"No," Damian said. "We need his help. Anyway, the extra time in stasis was worth it. There aren't four special forces guys at a time. There are eight. Four standing watch, and four pretending to lounge in the corners. Each time one gets relieved, the trooper relieving them do exactly the same thing. Also, all eight have a remote key with them."
"Key to what?" Barriss asked.
"The cells," Damian said. "They can open and close them. They alternate which does it to keep anyone from catching on, but it's them."
He glanced up, seeing one of the spec ops troopers watching them.
"Looks like one is catching on to what we're up to," Damian said.
"Yup," Barriss nodded. "We need something to throw them off."
"Right," Damian nodded. "Don't kill me."
"For what?"
Damian kissed her, Barriss catching on instantly and kissing him back. After several seconds, Damian pulled back, Barriss raising an eyebrow as Damian sat back, painting a silly grin onto his face and checking the trooper, who had lost interest.
"Not bad," Barriss said. "Good idea too."
"It won't fool them for long, though," Damian said. "We need to get things going tomorrow."
"What about the doors on the way out?" Barriss asked.
"Simple," Damian said. "I have a fork from my last meal. Now, I can hack any door we come to."
"A fork?" Barriss snorted. "If you say so. What about the dozens of troops just waiting for something interesting to happen?"
"Simple," Damian said. "We'll never meet them. Though, our muscle will."
"You're going to let them get him?" Barriss asked.
"Yes I am," Damian said. "He's a serial rapist and murderer of children, and he bombed a church because a girl rejected him on the grounds that he's a serial rapist and murderer of children. He's going to die. If the guards don't kill him, I will."
"Fair enough," Barriss said. "So, what ever happened to the Jedi, and the republic? Did the Separatists win?"
"Actually, the Jedi were completely wiped out by the Sith Lord," Damian said. "He had the clones preprogrammed with a secret order to wipe them out and enacted it. Then, he, being the Chancellor, reformed the Republic, into the Galactic Empire, the Separatists, also coincidentally under his control, rejoining as it did, ending the war, gaining unanimous consent, and solidifying his control."
"I see," Barriss said darkly. "Did any Jedi survive?"
"A handful, at best," Damian said. "If you had friends, they're probably dead."
"The only true friend I had, I tried to frame and send here," Barriss said. "I don't deserve friends. Be that as it may, when I find Palpatine, I'm going to tear him limb from limb."
"He's not hard to find," Damian said. "But before you decide to go after him, let's get ourselves out, shall we?"
Barriss nodded and Damian stood, walking toward the Trandoshan again. The Trandoshan laughed and walked toward him.
"Well well, back for more?" the Trandoshan laughed.
"Yup," Damian nodded. "I'm not going to lose this time, though. I'm getting tired of being in pain."
The Trandoshan snorted, stepping forward and throwing a haymaker, as always. Damian grinned. Predictable. A creature of habit, used to winning fights in a couple of blows. Damian ducked under the punch, lunging and slamming a punch into the Trandoshan's groin. He dropped to his knees and Damian slammed a knee into his face, knocking a tooth out before spinning and slamming a roundhouse kick into the side of his head, dropping him. Damian sighed, grinning and nudging him awake.
"Not bad," the Trandoshan grunted, pushing himself up. "You're pretty good."
"Thanks," Damian smirked. "Want to go home now?"
"I'm listening," the Trandoshan smirked.
"Find me once you get out," Damian said.
The Trandoshan nodded and was put in stasis, being carried away. Damian walked back over to sit beside Barriss who almost instantly straddled his lap.
"We have fifteen minutes," Barriss said. "He have to make it look convincing or else they'll figure it out. That kiss earlier was good and all, and it bought us a little time, but after that, we can't just sit around and talk."
"Whatever you say," Damian smirked. "If you wanted a kiss, you could have asked."
Barriss smirked, kiss him and he kissed her back, hands resting on the small of her back. At least, at first. Within seconds she wiggled, making them slip down to her rear. He smirked into the kiss, complying and beginning to massage it. Sure she was more...proactive than he usually went for, but he needed to throw the guards off. Plus, it would be fun. Damian slipped his tongue into Barriss's mouth, battling her own for dominance, and continued massaging her ass for about five minutes before trailing his hands up to her breasts, Barriss actually moaning a little as he began to massage them. Around and above them, the guards and prisoners were cheering, but neither payed them any mind. Around minute twelve, Damian's hand slid down to begin to rub Barriss through her orange jumpsuit, Barriss breaking the kiss and gasping, rolling her hips against his hand and grinning.
"Having trouble remembering this is just a distraction," Barriss whispered before beginning to make clearly audible moaning and mewling sounds.
"Been a while huh?" Damian asked.
"Not as long as you'd think," Barriss said. "I get raped about once a month here. Aside from that, it was about a month before I got locked up."
"Fair enough," Damian grinned before kissing her again.
Then, their ray shield generators activated, yanking them apart and suspending them. Damian sighed, rolling his eyes then smirked at Barriss who groaned loudly before winking at him.
"See you again tomorrow," Barriss said.
"It's a date," Damian grinned.
Then, both looked to the courtyard again, their full attention returning to the task at hand.
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