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Two thousand, one hundred, and sixty hours had passed since Kael Prata's incarceration. He slowly released his breath as he completed his daily meditation. His steely blue eyes greeted the dim lit wall before him. The room was illuminated by a constant shining florescent light. The blueish hue of the weak light was a calming technique, but it's constant presence was maddening. The only darkness to be found was behind closed eyes. Sound seemed to be amplified in the tiny confined space. The skittering of a bug across the cold permacrete floor sounded like a screaming dewback stomping across Tatooine. The cot attached to the wall had a two inch pad on it that acted as the mattress. A meter and a half across from that sat the small metallic bucket that acted as his bathroom.
Kael's appearance had deteriorated appropriately for imprisonment. He was thin, but rather than making him look weak, it gave him the look of a starving wolf. Deep lines had worn into the skin of his forehead and between his brow giving his formally kind eyes a harsh feral appearance. His muscles were still tone, and he maintained a workout regimen in his cell, but the lack of nourishment weighed on his physicality. Luckily, in lieu of his stamina, he managed to retain the full breadth of his martial training. He'd been personally trained by Corvo Vis and he refused to be intimidated by any obstacle in his way. A strange ripple in the force caught his attention and Kael opened himself to the force. A familiar presence seemed to announce itself which brought a wry smile to Kael's lips. His mentor had arrived.
Kael could feel the force swell and shudder as his time here concluded. The former knight began to draw the omnipresent force into him. He opened his entire being to the power and allowed it to flow through him. He was searching for whispers, weaknesses, and escape routes. Outside of his cell he could feel multiple beings. Some paced back and forth, others remained still, and one slowly moved in an orbit around the cell block. Kael focused his attention on the orbiting being and recognized the being's darkly clouded mind. Despair, anxiety, and a budding seed of hatred colored this guards thoughts as he passed by Kael's cell. Kael's smile inverted as he sampled the torment of the passing guard.
Patience was tantamount in his current predicament. In the past three months Kael had honed his patience to a razor's edge as he bided his time. He meticulously learned the ebb and flow of the prison's ecosystem. What guards were lackadaisical, cruel, kind, or passive. He knew what prisoners were volatile, and who would be a threat if a riot broke out. The guard currently on patrol was a pale blue Duro named, Jax.
Jax is a seasoned guard who's been with the prison since he graduated the academy. His tenure in the establishment has been unremarkable and his lack of motivation and initiative have kept him in the same position nearly his entire career. Overall, Jax has been a fair guard who follows protocol and rarely relies on force to get his job done; However, in the past two weeks he's become far more aggressive. Any sign of disrespect is met with force. His personality has change so much that even the other guards have began to avoid him. Bags cling to his oversized, golden orb-like eyes and former worry lines have become deep wrinkles that parade his constant foul mood. The gossip on the cell block is that his wife of fifteen years has filed for divorce. Jax hasn't confirmed the gossip, but he hasn't denied it either. Kael felt for the man, but unfortunately for Jax, his luck was about to get worse.
Jax rounded the corner and his presence dimmed as as he moved further away from Kael. It would be close to twenty minutes before Jax would be back. A smile touched the corner of Kael's mouth as he prepared himself. It had been sometime since he'd been able to let loose a little.
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