"Welcome to Carida," The intercom echoed through the prison block of the Gallofrey-Class transport. "You'll be staying here for a while, though I wish you'd stay here longer than that." The Goltze said in his usual annoyed tone when dealing with Imperials.

"He's quite a pleasant guy." Mal said sarcastically, getting up off the floor. "I really hope he's the warden too. That would be just wonderful."

"Shut it, Mal." Ordol responded. "I just hope I can get a cell with a silent officer."
"You're quite pleasant too." Mal said, hoping to irritate Ordol.

"Yeah? I hope you think a foot up your ass is pleasant, because that's all you're gonna get." Ordol sat against the wall, staring at Mal.

A banging came from the other side of the wall. "We'd appreciate it if you two would shut the hell up. Thanks!"

"See?" Ordol said in a confident tone, "I'm not the only one who wants quiet."
The voice from the other room came again. "You're not helping the situation. Why don't you both shut up?"

Mal chuckled. "I guess I'm not the only one at fault." He said, and directed at the wall, "You could 'help the situation' by keeping your mouths shut too. We all could use some rest before we get to the prison."
"Like that's gonna happen." Ordol retorted. "We're entering the atmosphere, and unless a three minute nap appeals to you, you're out of luck."

The intercom blared again, "We will be landing in two minutes. Prepare to disembark, Imps." The message cut off at the insult.

"Why can't we ever find a common enemy and stop our disputes." Mal said to himself.

"I can still hear you," Ordol said. "And the answer is that we don't stand a chance against the rebels anymore. We might as well shrivel up and die as they mop up the rest of the remnant."

"Well aren't you a ray of sunshine?" Mal said sarcastically. "I'm getting sick of your pessimism all the time, don't you ever get tired of your own whining? I wish you could hear yourself, then maybe you'd reconsider all your responses."

"Eh," Ordol shrugged. "I feel fine as I am."

That was it. Mal stomped over to Ordol and kicked him in the stomach. He lurched over in his sit, and fell on his side as he was kicked several more times. Behind his attacker though, the door had slid open. Two New Republic soldiers were standing there, watching the fight for several seconds longer before prying Mal away from Ordol.

"Why didn't we just let your dysfunctional Galactic Empire tear itself apart instead of fighting?" One of the guards asked Mal. "Seems like you guys do a good enough job against yourselves." He smiled in an irritating manner.

"Watch it, rebel." Mal glared at the guard. "The moment I am in a position to kill you, I will do just that."
The guard laughed, "I guess I'll have to wait a long time then, unless time picks me off first." He pulled Mal out of the cell and sent him down the corridor. The other guard helped Ordol up in a not too willing manner and pushed him to follow his somewhat of a comrade.

The process which removed Mal and Ordol from their cells was repeated a hundred times over, more officers and crewmen being taken to the prison. The corridor was filled with prisoners, more than either of them could believe would fit on the transport. Marvels of rebel engineering. Too bad it was used on prison cells rather than storage.

Little light shown at the end of the corridor, the ramp extended into the night Carida landscape. Outside were the walls of the prison camp, designation C-19. Several turrets were set up along the landing zone, lining a pathway into the prison. Very few rebel soldiers were visible, though there were a number of old Imperial towers painted over in New Republic red. There wasn't very much to the camp, very symmetrical, grey and red. And the detention block right in the middle. A hollowed out, red and grey brick. Very simple, but the standard design of Imperial prisons.

"At least this isn't one of those weird rebel designed fortresses." Ordol said. "Those things were bad looking. Though the red here doesn't match too well."

"And at least you see a little bit of the bright side, even if it isn't much." Mal responded, "You're much more tolerable when you aren't pointing out all the bad details in something."

"I think that's the case with everyone." Someone at their side said. Jerot and Thelcar had pushed through the crowd towards them. "Good to see you two again."

"You too Lieutenant," Mal said. "What is our plan now?"

"The plan is to survive."

"What?" Mal asked, surprised. "No escape or resistance plan?"

"No. I've got nothing." Thelcar said, somewhat depressed.

"Oh." Mal said, disheartened. "Will we talk to any of the other prisoners about any plans?"

"If we find anyone of importance or someone who stands out," Thelcar replied, "Most likely."

The walls of the detention block were becoming more distinct, New Republic symbols painted on the side. Most of the Imperial security systems had been replaced with a more suitable system for the scavenging rebels.

"Once we're inside, we are silent about this." Thelcar said in a hushed tone. "Clear?"

"Clear." Mal said, seriously.

"We meet only in the messhall and anywhere outside of the detention block. Nowhere else."

"Clear." Mal repeated, "See you tomorrow then."

"You too."

The four entered the building, josteled around by several hundred other prisoners. They became separated by the swarm, and ended up in very different parts of the prison from each other. Not that it would matter much, as they would be watched the entire time they were in the complex.

Authors Note: Sorry for a shorter chapter than the last, the next ones will be longer. Anyways, character suggestions? They won't be introduced until later chapters as I have the next three already written. Please stay tuned for the next chapters!