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~ADVANCED A.I. PRISON CELL RECORDING~
. . . POWER-SAVE MODE. . .
... "Dru-Antric! Record…"
ERR BEEPBOOP BEEPBEEPBIP …ERROR
"Ugh!! Visual recording systems on! Audio.. On!!"
Screen buzzes to life. Pixelated sparks flourish in expanding detail.
GZZZZZZZZZZTT!! FACIAL RECOGNITION. CALCULATING. ADJUSTING TO MULTI SENTIENT FOCUSING. STANDING BY FOR ADVANCED COMMANDS. RECORDING.
"So…" The screen zooms in on the datapad held in the Warden’s hands displaying statistics and historical information concluded from the datapad’s given information, pans left to slowly focus on a poorly lit prisoner chained to the wall by his wrists held above his head, then pans out further into glitching focus. "Who are you? What are you doing in MY prison?"
"Lotta’ fancy security for a simple stained paper box of a cell." A mini window appears in the lower left hand portion of the screen with a zoomed and cropped focus on the prisoner’s mouth as he spits on the boot beside him at the conclusion of his words.
The guard kicks the prisoner’s resting thigh as the screen replays the kick from multiple angles in slowed frames, examining tissue damage beneath layered cloth and skin. "Shut up mutt!!"
"Male, 19, 5'11", 152lbs, species: half Arkanian Offshoot half Echani, bright blue tattoos along shoulder and face, countless scars... tell me you’re not that antagonizing fool who caused the escape and evacuation of Faunt IV?" The Warden slapped his own face, covering a mixed grin and roll of the eyes. The computer screen brings up recorded information of the prison facility Faunt IV, including the leaked recorded footage of a young man leading the prisoners to the officer’s hanger; acquiring every and all ships on the facility, leaving no way to follow.
Laughing, "Wasn’t my idea."
Angered breath, "No, you leap before you look, don’t you? Hmmph…" The Warden surveys his large datapad. "Ah, now I see the trail of your work. I could’ve predicted your coming, how could I have been so dim?"
"You make it look easy." The prisoner raises his face, followed by a backhanded slap across his cheek by the guard.
The sound of the slap reverberates in shivering the imaging processors on the screen.
"The remote prison of Jinx on Asteroid Y-32, the Fortress Prison of the AngGuard, and finally… the destruction of Z-Haux? Haha! And my security caught you half way stuck in an air vent? Your reputation seems to have been left behind on your last excursion…" The computer screen takes interest in the Warden as he sits on the wall-ejected bench next to the prisoner, who rests on the floor with his back arched against the wall.
The guard reaches back to strike again. "Scum!!"
"Please", the Warden waves his hand to the guard, "… this young entrepreneur has masterminded three one hundred percent successful prison breaks. He deserves some amount of respect."
"Nev’r heard that before…" The prisoner shifts his eyes around the room, the first time since being thrown in with the lights on.
"And I mean it! You could be extremely valuable to me, show me each and every flaw my prison fallibly daunts. A great deal of credits is to be earned in stopping your devastating path, credits that can be lost when improving my facility. Of course, what need is there to improve it when the only one’s knowledgeable of its flaws are no longer interested in exploiting those flaws? …Easy money my friend."
"Sounds great pal, but’chu aren’t my friend!" The prisoner eyes the lens recording the scene.
"Or you could refuse and make my day a happy one?" The guard pounds his fist into his palm.
The Warden continues. "Look you have no standing here, and I’d just as soon kill you as hand you over to the proper authorities. They have no place here." The door beneath the camera slides open, as three other armed guards step in carrying stun sticks.
"You’re right. I’m sitting!" The prisoner slides his feet up by his butt, bending his knees straight up.
The Warden slaps his knees, pressing down as he stands up. He steps past the anxious guards, then turns back placing a hand on one of their shoulders. "What is it about these criminals that you feel such compassion for? They deserve their fate. Why free them?"
"They’re not what draws my focus, it’s you!" The Warden touches his own chest in surprise upon hearing the prisoner’s words. "It’s your methods! This facility. Every prison I’ve been to is decades behind standard health requirement. Instead of maintaining the prisoner’s quarters, instead of providing decent food, you starve them. And then provide no working dispensaries. They’re forced to live in their own disease-ridden filth. You barely provide for your staff. With no live feed of the outside world or vid entertainment, they’ve resorted to beating the inmates to pass the time. All while you gorge yourself from atop of your viewing tower, your throne! Well no more."
The Warden began stroking his chin. "But why prisons? Why target us? Aren’t there other righteous paths you could travel to save the galaxy?"
The prisoner’s brows lowered over his fiery eyes. "You’re the reason people like my father died!"
"Ahaha! Oh, daddy issues. We’ve all got them. Dead is he? Well, time to join him then …Talaiitheen …Outcast." The Warden motioned to his guards. As the four eager prison guards closed in on the Kendall Talaiitheen, an ear-piercing alarm sounded from the recording computer screen.
RRRRAAAAP!! RRRRAAAAMP!!
ALERT. ALERT. PRISON CELL SECURITY …DEACTIVATED. PERIMETER SECURITY …DEACTIVATED.
"What?!?" The Warden’s head snapped back to look outside the open door, snapped back in looking at Kendall. "Looks like it’s time for me to depart. Seems I’ve been killed in a prison break. Too bad no one will find my body eh?" The Warden stepped outside the door as it slammed shut, but not before his keys flew from his belt into the prisoner's hand.
"He's a Jedi!!" One of the Guards yelled.
The internal panel flashed a sequence of random lights, then shorted.
"Looks like it’s just us in here, kid." The first guard smiled with harmful intent, as the other guards shared more interest in getting out.
"It’s damaged!" Another guard squirmed. A long vocal interfacing bar spread along the bottom of the screen spiking and sinking in analytical dimensioning.
A second bar popped up belonging to an inmate, elsewhere. "Hey kid! Ya’ there? Just wanted to say thanks. And here’s a little parting gift."
The panel began beeping frantically. All but the one guard pushed in towards the panel to see what was happening. Screeching and surging with electrical pulses, the panel erupted in an explosion. The three guards, taking the brunt of the electrical surge collapsed. The room half filled with smoke, as the door slid open and released the clouded air. Having retracted slightly from the blast, the first guard turned around to see the three injured guards getting up slowly.
A click sound came from the prisoner's cuffs as they were released. "Ouch. That looked like it hurt. Seems you’ve all placed your focus on the wrong cell." The first guard spun around with a wide swipe of his stun stick, interrupted by several quick intercepting openhanded strikes along his arm. Hearing several snaps followed by the tapping sound of the stun stick hitting the ground, the other three guards got up and surrounded Kendall as they moaned almost in unison.
"Ack!!" The first guard held his arm as he backed away. "You’ll pay for this! Kill him!!!"
The guards bounced with unpredictability. The computer screen viewed several analyzing frames that cropped each guard’s position, statistics showing each of their attack probabilities. Kendall blew three quick focused breaths, with his hands stretched out in a ready stance, before reacting to the first attack. Explosions rocked the steadiness of the computer screen, that grew closer and greater in number. Shaking the guards’ around, the explosions gave to Kendall’s attack. Just as he struck left, the computer shook from a closer explosion. The screen must have fallen from its mount as it lowered, now facing the wall it hung on and the ground below. Still able to hear the smacking and scuffling, the guards huffing and missing strikes can be distinguished from Kendall’s quick and precise attacks debilitating one after the other. Soon after, still hearing the brawl, the screen buzzes off to static; most likely struck out by another explosion.
COMPUTER: DRU-ANTRIC. ‘SHARDZ’, LAST KNOWN LOCATION OF KENDALL TALAIITHEEN...
... "Dru-Antric! Record…"
ERR BEEPBOOP BEEPBEEPBIP …ERROR
"Ugh!! Visual recording systems on! Audio.. On!!"
Screen buzzes to life. Pixelated sparks flourish in expanding detail.
GZZZZZZZZZZTT!! FACIAL RECOGNITION. CALCULATING. ADJUSTING TO MULTI SENTIENT FOCUSING. STANDING BY FOR ADVANCED COMMANDS. RECORDING.
"So…" The screen zooms in on the datapad held in the Warden’s hands displaying statistics and historical information concluded from the datapad’s given information, pans left to slowly focus on a poorly lit prisoner chained to the wall by his wrists held above his head, then pans out further into glitching focus. "Who are you? What are you doing in MY prison?"
"Lotta’ fancy security for a simple stained paper box of a cell." A mini window appears in the lower left hand portion of the screen with a zoomed and cropped focus on the prisoner’s mouth as he spits on the boot beside him at the conclusion of his words.
The guard kicks the prisoner’s resting thigh as the screen replays the kick from multiple angles in slowed frames, examining tissue damage beneath layered cloth and skin. "Shut up mutt!!"
"Male, 19, 5'11", 152lbs, species: half Arkanian Offshoot half Echani, bright blue tattoos along shoulder and face, countless scars... tell me you’re not that antagonizing fool who caused the escape and evacuation of Faunt IV?" The Warden slapped his own face, covering a mixed grin and roll of the eyes. The computer screen brings up recorded information of the prison facility Faunt IV, including the leaked recorded footage of a young man leading the prisoners to the officer’s hanger; acquiring every and all ships on the facility, leaving no way to follow.
Laughing, "Wasn’t my idea."
Angered breath, "No, you leap before you look, don’t you? Hmmph…" The Warden surveys his large datapad. "Ah, now I see the trail of your work. I could’ve predicted your coming, how could I have been so dim?"
"You make it look easy." The prisoner raises his face, followed by a backhanded slap across his cheek by the guard.
The sound of the slap reverberates in shivering the imaging processors on the screen.
"The remote prison of Jinx on Asteroid Y-32, the Fortress Prison of the AngGuard, and finally… the destruction of Z-Haux? Haha! And my security caught you half way stuck in an air vent? Your reputation seems to have been left behind on your last excursion…" The computer screen takes interest in the Warden as he sits on the wall-ejected bench next to the prisoner, who rests on the floor with his back arched against the wall.
The guard reaches back to strike again. "Scum!!"
"Please", the Warden waves his hand to the guard, "… this young entrepreneur has masterminded three one hundred percent successful prison breaks. He deserves some amount of respect."
"Nev’r heard that before…" The prisoner shifts his eyes around the room, the first time since being thrown in with the lights on.
"And I mean it! You could be extremely valuable to me, show me each and every flaw my prison fallibly daunts. A great deal of credits is to be earned in stopping your devastating path, credits that can be lost when improving my facility. Of course, what need is there to improve it when the only one’s knowledgeable of its flaws are no longer interested in exploiting those flaws? …Easy money my friend."
"Sounds great pal, but’chu aren’t my friend!" The prisoner eyes the lens recording the scene.
"Or you could refuse and make my day a happy one?" The guard pounds his fist into his palm.
The Warden continues. "Look you have no standing here, and I’d just as soon kill you as hand you over to the proper authorities. They have no place here." The door beneath the camera slides open, as three other armed guards step in carrying stun sticks.
"You’re right. I’m sitting!" The prisoner slides his feet up by his butt, bending his knees straight up.
The Warden slaps his knees, pressing down as he stands up. He steps past the anxious guards, then turns back placing a hand on one of their shoulders. "What is it about these criminals that you feel such compassion for? They deserve their fate. Why free them?"
"They’re not what draws my focus, it’s you!" The Warden touches his own chest in surprise upon hearing the prisoner’s words. "It’s your methods! This facility. Every prison I’ve been to is decades behind standard health requirement. Instead of maintaining the prisoner’s quarters, instead of providing decent food, you starve them. And then provide no working dispensaries. They’re forced to live in their own disease-ridden filth. You barely provide for your staff. With no live feed of the outside world or vid entertainment, they’ve resorted to beating the inmates to pass the time. All while you gorge yourself from atop of your viewing tower, your throne! Well no more."
The Warden began stroking his chin. "But why prisons? Why target us? Aren’t there other righteous paths you could travel to save the galaxy?"
The prisoner’s brows lowered over his fiery eyes. "You’re the reason people like my father died!"
"Ahaha! Oh, daddy issues. We’ve all got them. Dead is he? Well, time to join him then …Talaiitheen …Outcast." The Warden motioned to his guards. As the four eager prison guards closed in on the Kendall Talaiitheen, an ear-piercing alarm sounded from the recording computer screen.
RRRRAAAAP!! RRRRAAAAMP!!
ALERT. ALERT. PRISON CELL SECURITY …DEACTIVATED. PERIMETER SECURITY …DEACTIVATED.
"What?!?" The Warden’s head snapped back to look outside the open door, snapped back in looking at Kendall. "Looks like it’s time for me to depart. Seems I’ve been killed in a prison break. Too bad no one will find my body eh?" The Warden stepped outside the door as it slammed shut, but not before his keys flew from his belt into the prisoner's hand.
"He's a Jedi!!" One of the Guards yelled.
The internal panel flashed a sequence of random lights, then shorted.
"Looks like it’s just us in here, kid." The first guard smiled with harmful intent, as the other guards shared more interest in getting out.
"It’s damaged!" Another guard squirmed. A long vocal interfacing bar spread along the bottom of the screen spiking and sinking in analytical dimensioning.
A second bar popped up belonging to an inmate, elsewhere. "Hey kid! Ya’ there? Just wanted to say thanks. And here’s a little parting gift."
The panel began beeping frantically. All but the one guard pushed in towards the panel to see what was happening. Screeching and surging with electrical pulses, the panel erupted in an explosion. The three guards, taking the brunt of the electrical surge collapsed. The room half filled with smoke, as the door slid open and released the clouded air. Having retracted slightly from the blast, the first guard turned around to see the three injured guards getting up slowly.
A click sound came from the prisoner's cuffs as they were released. "Ouch. That looked like it hurt. Seems you’ve all placed your focus on the wrong cell." The first guard spun around with a wide swipe of his stun stick, interrupted by several quick intercepting openhanded strikes along his arm. Hearing several snaps followed by the tapping sound of the stun stick hitting the ground, the other three guards got up and surrounded Kendall as they moaned almost in unison.
"Ack!!" The first guard held his arm as he backed away. "You’ll pay for this! Kill him!!!"
The guards bounced with unpredictability. The computer screen viewed several analyzing frames that cropped each guard’s position, statistics showing each of their attack probabilities. Kendall blew three quick focused breaths, with his hands stretched out in a ready stance, before reacting to the first attack. Explosions rocked the steadiness of the computer screen, that grew closer and greater in number. Shaking the guards’ around, the explosions gave to Kendall’s attack. Just as he struck left, the computer shook from a closer explosion. The screen must have fallen from its mount as it lowered, now facing the wall it hung on and the ground below. Still able to hear the smacking and scuffling, the guards huffing and missing strikes can be distinguished from Kendall’s quick and precise attacks debilitating one after the other. Soon after, still hearing the brawl, the screen buzzes off to static; most likely struck out by another explosion.
COMPUTER: DRU-ANTRIC. ‘SHARDZ’, LAST KNOWN LOCATION OF KENDALL TALAIITHEEN...
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[Further Events]
- After having trained ruthlessly under the able hands of many Jedi, all of whom were Masters in the Order, Kendall had found himself among those suffering from a constant mentor in their lives.
One after the other, the budding teenager was left behind as each of his Masters were sent away to the callings of battle in such a warring time as during this conflict with the Hutts. Kendall vowed to one day join those who gave the ultimate sacrifice in battle and service to the good people in the Republic.
Soon, Kendall was passed along to yet another Master of the Order to further his training. For the first time in his long employ as a Padawan, Kendall found himself in Huang Karasu's teachings. It was in this time that Kendall found his decision to choose the fighting Form of Ataru over Juyo, as he had shown great skill in basic levels of both styles. Further learning under the skilled Battlemaster, Kendall faced the famed obstacle and training course once built by the hands now training Kendall to become a Jedi and was able to complete the course nearly as well as Master Huang himself.
Showing great promise, Kendall eventually gained position in a mission of battle against the newly found base of the Bogan, Ando Prime. It was here that Kendall moved with his Master's special team. In the heat of battle, the once carrier of the nickname ''Ataru'' (due to each member of the team being a Master of each of their own respective forms) fell under the blade of a Bogan defender. In this moment of opportunity, Huang called forth Kendall to take his place; where he fulfilled his position with great showing and promise. In this day, Kendall achieved the proving trials complete and thus became a Jedi Knight of the Order at battle's completion.
These are the tales of his exploits...
[to be continued]One after the other, the budding teenager was left behind as each of his Masters were sent away to the callings of battle in such a warring time as during this conflict with the Hutts. Kendall vowed to one day join those who gave the ultimate sacrifice in battle and service to the good people in the Republic.
Soon, Kendall was passed along to yet another Master of the Order to further his training. For the first time in his long employ as a Padawan, Kendall found himself in Huang Karasu's teachings. It was in this time that Kendall found his decision to choose the fighting Form of Ataru over Juyo, as he had shown great skill in basic levels of both styles. Further learning under the skilled Battlemaster, Kendall faced the famed obstacle and training course once built by the hands now training Kendall to become a Jedi and was able to complete the course nearly as well as Master Huang himself.
Showing great promise, Kendall eventually gained position in a mission of battle against the newly found base of the Bogan, Ando Prime. It was here that Kendall moved with his Master's special team. In the heat of battle, the once carrier of the nickname ''Ataru'' (due to each member of the team being a Master of each of their own respective forms) fell under the blade of a Bogan defender. In this moment of opportunity, Huang called forth Kendall to take his place; where he fulfilled his position with great showing and promise. In this day, Kendall achieved the proving trials complete and thus became a Jedi Knight of the Order at battle's completion.
These are the tales of his exploits...
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