"This place sucks." Raidek muttered, sitting in a cell with a more older, weathered man, signs of former battle dressed over him. The man chuckled as he leaned back in his small cell bed, putting his arms behind his back.
"Get use to it kid, or, at least for a little while." He started. "I've heard that you'll be executed, at least you won't spend another day in this place. As for me, I won't ever see the light of day again."
Raidek shifted and jumped from his bed, giving the man a stare. "What did you do to get in here?"
"I disobeyed orders." He said. "I was loyal to the Republic, and to the Jedi. I was a proud clone for a proud Republic. But then some time during the last days of the war, I started to question things, started to ask why do we do the things we did. Then when the Republic became the Empire, I would have no part of it. I removed my inhibitor chip and i worked as a merceneray."
A clone huh? Didn't think there was many left. Raidek thought.
"Anyways, after that, I was just a wondering soul working as a hired gun with the rebellion until they found me. For now, I'm stuck here."
"That's unfortunate to hear." The clone laughed at his pity, before he rested comfortably in his bed.
"Don't worry about me kid, that's step one of prison. I'm a clone, I don't have much time to live anyways."
Raidek looked down at the gray floor that contrasted his orange jumpsuit, his assigned boots poking of the orange and gray with a shiny black. He stared at them silently as he thought whether he should tell this old bastard about the plan.
"What's your name old man?"
"I'm not old kid, I'm 32. War and speed aging makes you wrinkly and grayed." He stayed silent for a moment before he spoke up. "I was CT-3588, but my nickname was Doe."
"Well Doe, I got a plan to break out of this place, and I want you to come with us."
The clone laughed harshly at the absurdity. "And what makes you think that you won't fail?"
"Better to die in escaping instead of rotting in here isn't it?"
The clone looked at Raidek with uncertainty, clearly thinking of the choice of joining. He stood up soon after and held out his hand for a shake.
"I guess one last hurrah won't hurt. I'm in." Raidek smiled and shook his hand, Doe started to laugh in satisfaction. He sat down in his bed as he spoke to Raidek one more time.
"So, what's the plan?"
Orhys sat silently as he looked over his terminal as he looked over the files of his new prisoners. Raidek Loto, a Dantooine native, as well as his friend Gannis Merchan, another native to the planet. The Karkaradon read with interest their backstory, reading little events that were thankfully recorded by the Empire.
"Sir, you're receiving a holocall from Imperial Command." His secretary buzzed, causing the Orys to stop reading.
"Whoever it is tell them to call later, I'm busy at the moment."
His secretary hesitated before speaking again. "Sir, it's from a very high place in Imperial Command. I don't think you should put them off."
Orys grunted. "Fine, conference them in."
The room darkened as the holoprojector powered up and a figure of a woman dressed in elaborate armor and a mask appeared. The holo stared at Orys before they spoke, revealing that the caller was a woman, dressed in elaborate armor.
"Warden Orys, hello."
"Hello, I don't believe we've met, who are you?" The woman sighed and sat down in her own chair wherever she was, and crossed her legs as her mask looked dead at Orys.
"I work directly for the Emperor and I am on a mission." She began. "We are looking for a certain man named Calon Mezad, the details on him are not to be discussed. The only information I could give you is that he is now a vital asset to the Rebellion. And he also picked up some friends along the way…"
"And what does that have to do with me?" Orys replied disgruntledly. He didn't like his time wasted.
"Calon's friends include Raidek Loto, the Senator Loto's grandson. We received word that he was recently imprisoned at your prison."
"The Pit." Orys informed, letting her know the name of the prison.
"I don't care what it's called, either transfer Loto to us or we'll visit the prison, and it wouldn't be a good experience for you." Serpion threatened. Orys smirked a sharp grin as he chuckled.
"I suppose you have to visit, Dantooine is on lockdown for illegal smugglers, and we are currently out of ships." Orys leaned back but then felt a harsh tug around his neck. He went to grab at the tugging but nothing was there. He saw the woman had her hand out, balling it ever so slightly.
"You pathetic fish alien scum." Serpion ranted. "I know about your family, your wife and her soon to be child, if you do not deliver him by tomorrow to our base in Arthet you will all perish! You and your abomination of a family will be dissected. Is this understood?" Serpion hushed, her whole body straining at the use of the force from such a distance.
"F-fine!" The tugging disappeared and both were left catching their breath, exhausted from the action. "I'll will bring him to you tomorrow, but he was arrested with someone else, a Gannis Merchan. What of him?"
"Do what you will with Merchan, we want Raidek." Serpion ended the conversation and her blue figure disappeared. Orys stared angrily at the holotransmitter before he quickly destroyed it in a fit of rage. They knew about his wife, and the sheer anger of the woman's voice meant that she knew it was a human wife. If being Alien wasn't bad enough, having a human spouse or lover was worse.
He sat back on his chair and leaned in it. He sighed frustratingly and alerted his secretary.
"Make sure that Prisoner Loto is ready to leave off planet to go to Arthet, wherever the hell that is." The secretary responded quickly with assurance and speed and Orys stared at the damaged transmitter, making a angered noise and left it there as he left his office to meet Loto once more.
The alarm rang out for designated free time, and in a slow and disgruntled manner, the prisoners shuffled out their cells to the indoor courtyard, two old netted goals for games of boloball, weights, and a simple 10 meter track for running. Amongst the crowd of contrasting jumpsuits, Calon and Gannis walked side by side as Raidek and Doe followed near them.
"That's the Calon guy, The Pantoran?" Doe whisked.
"That's him alright, even with that disguise he's still recognizable. Let's go follow him." Gannis and Calon walked near a table before sitting down, and slowly eyeing Raidek and the Clone casually walking towards the same area.
"Raidek, who the hell is that?" Gannis asked.
"Yeah Raidek, who is that?" Calon followed up.
"This is Doe, he's a clone that worked for the Rebellion. He's good guys, trust me." Raidek answered. He sat down and motioned Doe to sit as well. The four sat silently as the three stared at Doe, who at the same time was staring at them distrustfully.
"Is there something on my face?" Doe cheekily added.
"What's your story Doe, why does Raidek trust you?" Calon asked.
"Because I use to work for the rebellion, it's why I'm in this dump out here and not living in cosy retirement with all the other Clones." Doe explained. "I'm as anti-Imperial as everyone else here, and then some."
Gannis Scoffed "How do we know that you're just undercover to expose our pla-"
"Before you finish that sentence, look here." He pointed and tapped quickly at a small scar at the side of his head. "We all have chips here, right in our noggins. I found out that's what made us kill the Jedi and turn to the Emperor. I'm loyal to the Republic."
"Fine, he could stay just as he helps." Calon decided. "Now for the plan. A riot is the only sure thing to distract the whole prison wake we want for a pick up from our people, and then we're safe for the time being, unless those assholes show up again."
"The who?" Doe asked.
"I've been chased by three people that my former commander sent to either capture or silence me, they've been hindering to say the least." Calon did a quick look around of the prison, a few guards here and there and various inmates minding their business. He got an ugly glare from a burly looking man, but he paid no attention to it.
"They seem like force users, I've heard about Inquisitors but I've never seen them until now." Calon added. "So I thought I'd warn you about it when you join."
"The great thing about working with the Jedi is that you figure out what their weaknesses are, they're pretty much the same for all these force-sensitives." Doe remarked, rubbing his bald head. "Now, about this plan…"
"The plan is as good as any simple prison escape. Prison riot causes distraction, we slip through laundry, transport, garbage, crematory, whatever we need to get out of this place and somewhere so the ship could pick us up." Calon explained. "We just need to figure out how to start a prison riot."
"I admire how easy you think things are gonna be," Raidek chimed. "Seriously Calon, you seem to get lucky every time."
"What can I say, I aim to please." Calon smirked.
Loud footsteps echoed the dining room as the large, bulky man that stared at Calon began walking towards the table, his eyes filled with malice and anger.
"Hey, Jared!" He shouted, quickly reaching the table and grabbed Calon by the collar and lifted him up. "Remember me?"
"N-no I don't!" Calon exclaimed in his fake Pantoran accent.
"It's Malik, You ripped me off from a job and threw me into the hellhole, It's time for revenge!" He threw Calon across the table as he landed in the floor hard, Calon groaning from the pain.
"I think it's a good time for that riot," Nab whispered.
The crew got themselves ready for the chaos that's about to ensue. Merchan sighed as he cracked his neck and looked at the soon swarming guards. "Yeah, no kidding!"
A/N: FINALLY, I FINALLY FINISHED THIS CHAPTER! I know I promised to be more updative earlier this month but I didn't think school was gonna start this harsh. Whole new staff, increased rules and stuff really makes it feel like it's an Imperial Occupied Planet.
Anyways, leave a review if you can and stuff. I really appreciate that you guys could do that to see if you guys are still reading. God Bless, BB.