Following the mass psychosis otherwise known as the Sith Acolyte Party Bus Fiasco, Ashla's luck had come up short. First, she was arrested by the local G'weneean authorities, and charged with the theft of the bus, flying under the influence, drinking underaged, assaulting a minor, and a party foul for her terrible shot in beer pong. G'weneean police were typically charged by the Empire to offer a degree of lenience to the Sith themselves. Minor crimes and indiscretions were often overlooked when a Sith stated their rank, or an Acolyte their Master. On a normal day, this would likely be the outcome for Ashla. Her stunts had, after all, only wounded another acolyte and temporarily deprived someone of a party bus.
Today, though, G'wenee thought different. There were rumors spreading across the Empire about how strange the Sith of late had been behaving. Of course, the Empire was always an esoteric society of evil wizards who lorded over the populace, but accusations of no-goodery on behalf of the Sith were spreading. There were the classic rumors: the Empress is three Jawas in a dress, a Clawdite had taken over the Kingdom of Avillon, Darth Draugr actually lived full time in a FWA prison, you know the drill. These off-base rumors were substantiated by the Sith's tendency to fight amongst themselves and act like lunatics.
During Carnaval, police were always tough to tourists. Public urination during a parade could land you a week in jail. Petty vandalism? Also a week in jail. It was a way locals maintained their autonomy and authority. On the one hand, they welcomed outsiders to the world for their wonderful cultural display. On the other, they asked for a respect of their law and customs.
So when a Sith Acolyte stole a bus for a bunch of other Sith Acolytes, and then committed an assault, and helped her friends escape from the police, the local district was up in arms. As a way to placate the officers, the local police threw the book at the Togruta, sending her to.....
G'wenee's most notorious prison for inmates of any gender, TURTLE BAY is not a fun place to be. Its storied history began thousands of years ago, when growing crime and a militarized response to said crime forced the government to convert hundreds of research stations, universities, and unused hospitals into makeshift prisons for dissidents. Turtle Bay was one of these prisons, once, as the name implies, a research center for local turtle mating habits. It made an ideal prison, as it was surrounded by ocean on all sides, in the middle of a polluted sea where the only living things were man-eating, giant turtles. As the years went on, and Turtle Bay's reputation grew, it became seedier and seedier. The wardens and guards became openly corrupt, just another gang amongst the number of gangs and factions that exist within its blighted halls.
Ashla would find herself locked here for the foreseeable future. There were no calls to the outside. No chances to appease the guards. Nothing left for her. Nothing, save TURTLE BAY.
A couple hours after Ashla's arrest, Cairo, Altair, and Vahliri were seated at a local coffee shop, opening for the morning after a night of parades. Carnaval beads and broken bottles were strewn through the street, as droid janitors began to dutifully sweep and vacuum up to prepare for the next night of debauchery. An old Twi'Lek prepared three charmingly tiny cups of cafezinho, a local delicacy that was served boiling hot. Cairo exclaimed loudly after his first sip of it. He didn't drink coffee often, so the flavor was weird, and it was so hot it almost immediately burned his tongues. After paying and tipping the cafe owner, he flicked to the map open on his data pad.
"Alright, so she's been transferred out of that holding cell in the city to some place called Turtle Bay." If they hadn't all been wasted, they likely could have sprung her in transit. "That sounds cute though, right?" The map began to glow, showing a direct path to the prison island. As he zoomed in on the directions to TURTLE BAY, a warning appeared on his map, with an "X" sign and characters written in G'wenee. A translation revealed that the ocean surrounding the island was a no-fly zone.
"No flying? That's easy enough. We can charter a boat or something, yeah?" There was a noticeable fog settling in this morning, sweeping down from the mountains. "Its cloudy enough that we might be able to take a boat all the way there without getting caught." Oh Cairo, you poor fool.
TURTLE BAY will claim you all.
Today, though, G'wenee thought different. There were rumors spreading across the Empire about how strange the Sith of late had been behaving. Of course, the Empire was always an esoteric society of evil wizards who lorded over the populace, but accusations of no-goodery on behalf of the Sith were spreading. There were the classic rumors: the Empress is three Jawas in a dress, a Clawdite had taken over the Kingdom of Avillon, Darth Draugr actually lived full time in a FWA prison, you know the drill. These off-base rumors were substantiated by the Sith's tendency to fight amongst themselves and act like lunatics.
During Carnaval, police were always tough to tourists. Public urination during a parade could land you a week in jail. Petty vandalism? Also a week in jail. It was a way locals maintained their autonomy and authority. On the one hand, they welcomed outsiders to the world for their wonderful cultural display. On the other, they asked for a respect of their law and customs.
So when a Sith Acolyte stole a bus for a bunch of other Sith Acolytes, and then committed an assault, and helped her friends escape from the police, the local district was up in arms. As a way to placate the officers, the local police threw the book at the Togruta, sending her to.....
G'wenee's most notorious prison for inmates of any gender, TURTLE BAY is not a fun place to be. Its storied history began thousands of years ago, when growing crime and a militarized response to said crime forced the government to convert hundreds of research stations, universities, and unused hospitals into makeshift prisons for dissidents. Turtle Bay was one of these prisons, once, as the name implies, a research center for local turtle mating habits. It made an ideal prison, as it was surrounded by ocean on all sides, in the middle of a polluted sea where the only living things were man-eating, giant turtles. As the years went on, and Turtle Bay's reputation grew, it became seedier and seedier. The wardens and guards became openly corrupt, just another gang amongst the number of gangs and factions that exist within its blighted halls.
Ashla would find herself locked here for the foreseeable future. There were no calls to the outside. No chances to appease the guards. Nothing left for her. Nothing, save TURTLE BAY.
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A couple hours after Ashla's arrest, Cairo, Altair, and Vahliri were seated at a local coffee shop, opening for the morning after a night of parades. Carnaval beads and broken bottles were strewn through the street, as droid janitors began to dutifully sweep and vacuum up to prepare for the next night of debauchery. An old Twi'Lek prepared three charmingly tiny cups of cafezinho, a local delicacy that was served boiling hot. Cairo exclaimed loudly after his first sip of it. He didn't drink coffee often, so the flavor was weird, and it was so hot it almost immediately burned his tongues. After paying and tipping the cafe owner, he flicked to the map open on his data pad.
"Alright, so she's been transferred out of that holding cell in the city to some place called Turtle Bay." If they hadn't all been wasted, they likely could have sprung her in transit. "That sounds cute though, right?" The map began to glow, showing a direct path to the prison island. As he zoomed in on the directions to TURTLE BAY, a warning appeared on his map, with an "X" sign and characters written in G'wenee. A translation revealed that the ocean surrounding the island was a no-fly zone.
"No flying? That's easy enough. We can charter a boat or something, yeah?" There was a noticeable fog settling in this morning, sweeping down from the mountains. "Its cloudy enough that we might be able to take a boat all the way there without getting caught." Oh Cairo, you poor fool.
TURTLE BAY will claim you all.
@Sreeya @Wit @Altaris
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