Freedom or Bust

[Xyrael]

[[Posting Order: Dancing Lawn, Xyrael, Saber Fiend, Synlidwirh, DDuron, Honorable]]
[[Dancing Lawn skipped for first post]]
[[Redo of 'Escaping from Prison']]
[[OOC]]

The Galactic Alliance Prison Ship Gehenna's Gate was en route to the spice mines of Kessel, a planet many people in the Universe try to forget, if because they are trying to hide from their addictions, or because they've worked the mines. Others simply like to forget that the Alliance never ended operations there, instead, hardcore prisoners and vile felons who committed the most heinous acts were sent their to earn their place in society through hard labor.

Why the Galactic Alliance wanted to harvest spice? Who knows. The politicians will just deny it. The Gehenna's Gate was two hours from it's destination, and whilst the Commanding Officer Nissan Vestibb no doubt controlled the ship, other things were happening amidst the drab corridors of the ponderous space bucket.

Nathaniel Tychus was one of those grunts aboard the ship. He had no opinion on the matter, he had signed onto the vessel in order to transfer to another unit, and wasn't on official duty there. His orders were simple: Assist if necessary, otherwise stay out of the way. He was given free slop, a crummy bunk, and a few contraband magazines that the guards liked to keep hidden under their bunks. It helped to keep morale high on the ship, or so Tychus imagined.

Right now, though, was was idly sitting in the mess room, his weapons holstered in their places along his armor. While it wasn't required he be ready for a battle, being aboard a prison ship with criminals worthy of transfer to Kessel was frightening in its' own right. He stared hesitantly down at the slop before him. Bantha poodo, that's what it had to be. It even smelled like it.

 

[Guardian Six]

Patrick Epps stood in his khaki uniform on the bridge on the ship, watching as they entered lightspeed, this was his first naval assignment; his first mission with the special forces team didn't go too well. He was glad to be back in space, even though his Cadet Evaluation didn't go to good, he was still on a fast-track for a command position. This ship was en route to Kessel, where they would drop off the prisoners for their twenty year sentence; not that they would last that long, he thought, their life expectancy is only ten years. It was his job to make sure things were getting done on the bridge. It was only his first shift and only thirty minutes had passed, it time for his rounds, so he pressed his communication button and called down to each station.

"Bridge to all levels it's time for a report."
"Bridge to Medical, is everything ok?"
"Bridge to Hangar Bay, is everything ok?"
"Bridge to Engineering," this is getting on my nerves, "is everything ok?"

After these transmissions were complete, he paced around the bridge looking for something to pass the time.

 

[Syn]

[okay here are the npc stats and positions]

Spoiler: NPCs

1: Doctor Isabella
Civilian medical officer and narcotics pusher. Great with a lollypop, answers to Warden Stone, sadist, hedonist.

2: Warden Stone
In charge of prisoner block and five security men under him, commands the prison section, commands the doctor, doesn't like people who give orders in his prison.

8 Prison security guards under the command of Warden Stone.
Answer to no one else, have contraband in the open, don't care

5 Galactic Alliance security

Doctor Isabella sat at her desk and grinned as she slid into an envelope some special medicine. She had made a deal with one of the privates. She gave him a fix if he gave her something. These long trips were boring and a little slap and tickle every now and again helped. Slowly she stood up when the bridge spoke and she walked over. With a malicious grin the zeltron doctor spoke into the intercom for the tight ass on the bridge. "What got bored looking at the captains tight ass I am busy." With a look she turned back around to look at the other prisoner as she took out a lollypop from her coat and placed it in her mouth. Slowly she sucked on it as she circled the bed and spoke to the medical droids and checked his chart. He was a rapist and murderer well she knew what he needed. "Give him an enema." Slowly Isabella walked as she slipped the last of the special blend into the envelope and set it on her desk where she kept it for the private. Oh yes she expected him to come and visit her for his fix.

The prison security guards sat around their table as they played cards and wagered duty shifts. The game of pazaak was going in the one guards favor as he leaned back. He wasn't going to have to do latrine duty as he put down his card and laughed. The others were going to accuse him of cheating when Warden Stone yelled from the walkway. "You five get up and ready, I want this place ready for when we arrive. I expect you to unload these pieces of **** as soon as we arrive so we can get back home."

"Bridge to Hangar Bay, is everything okay?" The man in the hanger bay sat up from his book and spoke as he looked at the cannibalized parts from the ships. They had traded parts from the ships until non actually worked but they were a prison ship so if someone attacked well the soldiers got the escape pods the prisoners got spaced. "This is the hanger same as always sir." With a look the man went back to looking at the datapad as he yelled. "Hey keep it down we'll be there is two hours you mutha....."


"Bridge to Engineering," this is getting on my nerves, "is everything ok?" The woman in engineering spoke as she looked at the engine and shrugged. "Everything is shiny dude not to fret." Quickly she went back to work looking at the engine as she spoke to herself. "Come on baby hold together." The engineer continued to work on the engine as she walked around the room and spoke to herself.

 

[Michael Scott]

Roger finally awoke from his sleep, he found himself laying on a metal surface that was covered by a blanket. He couldn't even remember what happened, first thing he knows is some flack hitting him with a stun rod and passing out. He didn't even remember how he got there, Damn Frinks must've drugged me, but he knew he was en route to somewhere that wasn't friendly to anybody, especially prisoners. He knew he was en route to Kessel to work the mines, forever. He looked around his cell and looked at the calendar, seven months since he was knocked out. The only way he could have gained consciousness was if he didn't take the drugs, which would makes since because he didn't eat yesterday. He didn't feel right, he almost passed out as he took a piss; he was hungry. He looked at the duty clock and saw it was time for [st]food[/st] slop.

"Hey Guards!" he yelled, "let's have nibble eh?"

 

[Prancing Yawn]

Prison ships. Why. WHY.

Nissan Vestibb had been LUCKY enough to get a command assignment on the Scumbucket prison cruiser. Why he hated it, he did not know. But all Alliance captains hated getting assigned to this missions. And Nissan was the last one to be asked. Prisoner transfers were almost always very uneventful, and often took days or weeks to finish. Nissan would've much rather been chasing the pirates who were in this heap of bolts than transporting them to some forgotten Outer Rim outpost. But at least he could catch up on the Holonet when he wasn't on the bridge. And he was there now.

Just as he was about to make the routine checks of all departments of the ship, his Deck Officer had already done it. Saved him the trouble, anyway, except for the prison block, which the Lieutenant had neglected to check.

"You forgot one, Lieutenant.

Prison block, this is the captain. Daily checkup.. everything's a'smooth s' always I assume?"

As he leaned against a console on the bridge, Nissan looked out the viewport at the only beautiful thing in this region of the galaxy - the stars blasting against the ship in the blue tunnel of hyperspace. Compared to the dull gunmetal interior it was a beautiful sight.

"One hour until we arrive in the Kessel System," the navigator shouted out from behind his station.

"Good. I'm eager to get these scumbukkits off'a this joint.

Lieutenant, you've done alright on this trip. Not that it was a real challenge or anything, but you did well for what it's worth. We're both young, and I just became Captain a month ago, so I can't really criticize you that much."

 

[Xyrael]

The Lieutenant of the ship called the various stations aboard the ship, much to Nathaniel's nuisance. The food was disgusting slop, though, he had been right. It did taste like Banta poodoo. He left it where it was, not bothering to clean his mess. Shit like that wasn't even worth cleaning, let the droids get it.

His stomach turned a bit and he made his way into the main corridor that ran the length of the ship, walking down it towards the rear, where both the infirmary and prison ward were located. He'd heard a few days earlier that the resident doctor was a babe, and he wasn't about to pass up a free physical from a hot Zeltronian. He was about due for a check-up anyways, or so he convinced himself with a sly grin, slipping past various on-duty soldiers on his way to what could be called paradise aboard this rusty space bucket.

 

[Guardian Six]

"Thank you sir," Patrick replied to the praise given by the young Captain, "there is only one thing I wish to do, would you give me a tour of the ship sir? I'm pretty sure the XO can handle her."

Even though Patrick had graduated from the Alliance Naval Academy, he had never been on a prison ship before. These deployments never happen unless you've screwed up big time, or in Patrick's case, barely passed the CEE. So far his only deployment has been shore duty with a special forces team. His hobby was building highly detailed ship models and even drawing his own capital ship that he would have built when he earned the rank of Admiral. There was nothing more that Patrick wanted, other than to see the ship.