Summary: The prison scenario continues. Luke is officially labeled as an inmate.

R&O: Part One

Luke officially hated prison.

He hated it.

He would rather be shoved inside a dead tauntaun again after almost freezing to death and nearly being eaten by a snow monster then be forced to endure this hell for the next two weeks.

The prison warden and the medical employees apparently felt comfortable with tempting fate and risking their lives because they'd tagged him with a tracking device despite Vader's very clear warning not to. It sat in the back of his neck, a nearly indiscernible bump on his skin and, similar to a transmitter, he was warned that it would shock him if he stepped out of bounds anywhere in the prison.

The department didn't fuck around with policy, apparently. Not even on Lord Vader's orders.

Luke wanted nothing more than to tear it out. It had taken an electrostaff to the side to force him down long enough to restrain him so that they could implant the damn thing inside of him. Luke didn't even have the consolation of having gotten to punch someone in the face to soothe the painful ache inside of him. The officers were good at their job and they'd kept him personally restrained and well guarded throughout the whole thing. It hurt and humiliation and shame hung over him like a cloud.

He only hoped that his father would follow through on his promise and tear them all to pieces.

The rest of intake had been a long and ultimately rather boring process that had taken hours before he and the countless others that had come into prison could finally be housed. He received two bright orange jumpsuits, some bedding, and a number - 051983. All of the new inmates would stay in the Intake Building, which was nicknamed "Black Water" for the next several days while they all waited to be classified.

Luke sullenly thought that the name was fitting. Apparently, the first few days of prison were the worst; it was where everyone was drowning in their new reality. And, at least on this planet, the chances of getting out and returning to normal life were almost zero to none.

It was a small comfort that Luke knew he would only be here for a short while.

The building itself consisted of several different 'sections', each with two tiers of cells on both sides of the section. Two inmates were housed in each cell, for a total of eighty inmates per section. There was a small "rec yard" at the back of the section that wasn't much more than a tiny cage as far as Luke could tell. He only glimpsed it briefly before walking up the section stairs to the second story tier.

It was an awkward climb - he had to hold his issued bedding while still in restraints and it seemed like everyone currently housed in the section was hellbent on shouting and screaming at each other from inside their cells. Luke kept his expression as neutral as possible as he walked past other cells, ignoring the catcalling and vulgar profanities that were being spewed.

He was a Jedi and a Rebel and… and the son of Darth Vader.

He was all of those things and more and he wasn't going to let anyone in here know that he was scared. The officer in charge of housing everyone had Cell 218 opened and then with a short gesture that suggested he was very bored, urged Luke inside and had the door closed once again.

It shut with a disturbing clang of finality and Luke felt his stomach twist as he heard the locking mechanisms engage. There was a window to look out into the section and after a moment, a small slot in the door slid open.

"Drop your shit on the bunk," the officer - his name badge read Kitsti - directed. "Then step towards the door and I'll remove the binders for you."

Luke nodded, dropping his things as directed. The officer made quick work of his restraints and once they were off, he closed the slot once again and walked away.

And that was it.

There was no one else in the cell except for him. Two small bunks, a top and a bottom, each with a thin mattress were attached securely to the wall. Luke had been told he was assigned the bottom bunk. Slowly, he sat down on the edge of it and glanced around the small nine by five cell. It had a toilet and a sink and not much else.

Luke pressed his hands into his face and sighed, trying to shake off his nerves.

Only two weeks.

He hoped he would last that long.

A/N Luke is officially an inmate! Let the horrors of prison life begin!

Just a reminder so that people are aware, a lot of things in this particular drabble series is based off of things that I know personally from actually working in a prison as an officer. For the sake of fanfic, some of it will be dramatized and is NOT completely accurate to what actually takes place in a real prison. Most officers that I know are really decent people. I don't know anyone who would ever purposely antagonize an inmate or make their stay in prison worse then it has to be. People in prison are being punished by virtue of being IN prison. Officers just run the buildings and day to day stuff and deal with societies problem individuals with as much patience as we can extend.

That being said, Luke is not in a very nice place. And the Star Wars universe is quite a bit darker than ours, I think.

Thanks for reading!