Ask Dromund Kaas The Nansham Redemption

[Raanil 'Nuz 'Vez' Chal]

Nansham Prison was an ancient place.
Its walls of black oily stone overlooked the marshes below from the top of a mesa that sank its roots into the muddy water.
The building had been erected by the ancient sith, mysterious repositories of arcane and frightening arts.
Nansham, like everything created by the lords of the dark side, was devoid of any frills: just brutal pragmatism, translated into a banal square plan built around an internal courtyard.
The courtyard itself was overlooked on all sides by slits that acted as windows for the cells, and prevented the already feeble light of Dromund Kaas from penetrating the world of darkness of the inmates.

What made detention at Nansham unbearable was not so much the beatings of the guards (which were frequent) or the strict security measures.
What was unbearable at Nansham was the air: a widespread sense of despair and discomfort that broke the spirit and any desire for revenge.
Old, wrinkled, veterans went on to say it was an effect of the dark side, slowly sucking the life out of its tenants.
Others, less superstitious, believed the effect was due to the constant driving rain, the perpetually leaden sky and the miasma of the swamps.
No one, however, had a satisfactory answer: what was certain was that in the evening a sinister glow seemed to envelop the walls of Nansham, making them blacker than night.

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[Hardy Wren]

Hardy Wren was born in prison. There many that argued that Kartalkara was the prison, if you've been to the place. It was where the terrorist learned to fear death. That fear of death kept him alive- kept his ambition in check, so he could bring down the Dar'manda that plagued the galaxy. Nansham was nothing more than an inconvenience.

Hardy had quite the track record, so when a group of ISB officers IDed him, they immediately took action. Now, it was Hardy's turn to take action. The terrorist was a man capable of turn a city's people on their government. Locking him away in a prison where he was free to talk to everyone was the Empire's biggest mistake. The Empire was on the Mandalorians side, wasn't it? Why had they dragged Hardy away behind bars? For this, they would surely be punished. Dromand Kaas was about to be overrun by inmates from a legendary prison.

And Hardy?

He was going to lead it.

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[Raanil 'Nuz 'Vez' Chal]

Raanil, sitting cross-legged on the floor of his cell, took his left foot in his hands and checked the sole.
He was pretty sure he had cut himself the day before, but the light coming from his small window made it difficult to confirm.
After all, the space under the slit was the only one in which there was enough light to perform the operation: if he had sat in the brighter courtyard, he would surely have been exposed to beatings, from the guards or the other inmates.
In Nansham everyone thought about themselves, and in general the chiss had never had any major problems with this philosophy of life, but now he was beginning to wonder if having someone to rely on would not be safer.

He had been captured on Koiogra, shortly after leaving Hypori and @Grace Zann . He was in the process of boarding a direct transport headed...
Headed somewhere, it didn't matter.
While he was drinking in a flea-infested cantina not far from the spaceport, a squad of Imperial stormtroopers had come out of nowhere.
They hadn't spoken, they had caught up with him and efficiently beat him with blaster stocks and handcuffed him.
An officer had reached his men, slammed his victim's head on the table, and then showed him an hologram with his face and a number with several zeros.
The officer had then listed to the chiss his charges , while Raanil's ears were ringing and his brain was still stuck on the last drink.
Then more beatings, then black.

To the chiss it seemed at least a month since he'd been locked up, but time flowed differently in Nansham. He couldn't be sure.
What he was sure of was that he had to get out of that place, and he couldn't do it alone.
Raanil looked out his small window, toward the courtyard.
He needed to find accomplices, fast.

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[Konor Vizla]

Konor didn't leave his capture to chance. He showed up to an imperial spaceport unarmed and declared himself a rebel. The man was sent to Nansham on his own volition. More importantly, he wouldn't be recognized as Mynock Man. Right now he was Konor Vizla, exiled mandalorian.

The plan was simple, find an access point to the prisons computer system and download a copy onto a hard drive. he would bring the copy back to his base on Taris, and suddenly he would have a criminal database of his own to use. It would allow him to pull up[ classified information on Imperials and criminals alike. That was the idea at least. First he needed to acquire the drive, then he needed to escape prison.

Those weren't exactly easy tasks to accomplish. The echani figured keeping his head down until lunch time would be the smartest move. He simply crossed his arms, and leaned up against a brick wall in the courtyard.

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[Hardy Wren]

From Hardy's experience, prisons were not run by the strongest inmate as many would assume. There was always someone behind the scenes that knew how to get what they needed or wanted from everyone else. That was going to be Hardy's first target, and he just the perfect plane on how to get started. A simple arm-wrestling contest was taking place in the center of the courtyard. There was a bit of a crowd, but nothing too crazy. It looked like the current champion was a Falleen that was much bigger than Hardy, both in height and in sheer muscle.

But the terrorist had an ace up his sleeve.

Hardy went straight for the table were the Falleen was asking for anymore challengers like a mad drunk. When the terrorist took a seat, a few of the inmates snickered while the Falleen roared with laughter. "Puny man! You think you beat Golomon Srundy?! HAAA HA HA HA! Golo eat mask-man for lunch instead of prison gruel!!!" But Hardy said nothing and simply placed his arm on the table, awaiting for Solomon to do the same. The name was familiar to the terrorist- this man was an enforcer for the Hutts with multiple accounts of murder, armed robbery, assault, and manslaughter to his name.

But Hardy Wren was Death Watch.

Golo snarled before taking Hardy's hand. An inmate counted them down, giving the terrorist just enough time to channel the Force into his one arm. This fight was already over, and after the biggest man in prison was taken down, his puppetmaster would reveal himself.

"GO!"

The fight was finished in seconds with Golomon's hand slamming into the table, an audible snap could be heard coming from his wrist. The Falleen giant howled with rage and agony as he examined his floppy broken wrist. Everyone went quiet- all eyes were on Hardy, who simply sat and watched Golo walk away in shame.

"Anyone else?" Hardy inquired gleefully.

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[Raanil 'Nuz 'Vez' Chal]

The guards arrived a few hours later. As they did every day, they opened the locked cell door without a word, and with an abrupt gesture invited their guest to leave and join the queue of prisoners heading for the yard.
Raanil had the feeling that even the guards were not immune to the depressing air of Nansham: the fact that they were free to roam around the prison only meant that they had a larger cell, but the routine and the gray sky had their effects on the jailers as well.
the chiss joined the other prisoners, between a battered togrutan and a zabrak who was missing an arm.
Silently, slowly, the procession reached the courtyard.
Air time was scheduled twice a day, every day; it wasn't so much a sign of mercy as it was pragmatism: when the inmates were outside, a droid would enter each cell and give a cursory cleaning, to prevent the stench from becoming unbearable to the Imperials.

Once in the open air, Raanil looked around until he spotted a corner half-hidden by crates of supplies.
The chiss walked circumspectly to that spot, sat down and took his foot in his hands again.
A large, purulent cut ran along the entire sole of his foot, dirty and sore.
An infection in Nansham was a very bad business: there were no medical services of any kind, except in the wing reserved for the imperials. The injury, coupled with the fracture never fully healed from his crash landing on Hypori, could mean amputation.
Very, very bad.

The course of Raanil's thoughts was interrupted by a cry of pain.
In alarm, the mercenary peeked out from behind one of the crates, only to see Golomon, a large falleen known to all Nansham residents for being a giant sleemo.
What had caused the scream was an equally beefy human, his skull shaved and a respirator wrapped around the entire lower part of his face. The big guy had snapped Golo's wrist, and now he glared at the small crowd.
Raanil chuckled at the fate of the Falleen, he had never liked abuse.
The smile from the chiss's face, however, disappeared when, turning his gaze, he found himself in front of two guards, grim under their helmets.

< Will you look at that, what do we have here, Kusha? >
< Off the top of my head, I'd say theft of Imperial property, Tuqo >
< That's just what I thought >
< What have you got to say, squinter? >

Raanil knew perfectly well that whatever he would say would not save him from a beating.
He sighed and prepared for his fate, when he noticed movement in the corner of his eye, behind Kusha and Tuqo.

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[Konor Vizla]

Konor was minding his own business, as much as one could. he had been approached by a guy in a thick jacket several times, trying to sell some spice in exchange for credits. Obviously, the man wasn't too interested, but there was something that caught his eye. Across the yard he would notice a huge falleen making a scene. Apparently, there was some serious arm wrestling going on.

All this fanfare made the vigilante wonder if going to an imperial prison was a smart idea. It was far too late to reconsider things now though, he was already there. Of course, the man was a hero at heart. he would over hear the pair of imperials giving one of the prisoners a hard time.

Being who he was, the man would inch closer to the duo. The chiss they were speaking to seemed to have stolen imperial property, this was his kind of man. Someone who could stand up to these imperial bastards. Of course, they were about to give the guy a beating. Something of an injustice to Konor.

In order to stop the whole thing, he would walk directly up to the pair of soldiers. "Uh guard, excuse me," He would speak. Kusha would turn to see the echani and shook his head, "Can't you see we're busy here scum? What!?" The vigilante would point directly at the guard's chest, "I believe you've got something on your armor." The guard would look down at himself "What are you talking--"

The man's sentence would be interrupted by an uppercut smashing into his nose! Konor had entered an echani fighting stance before throwing a right hook toward the other guard Tuqo. The blow would and send the guard tumbling to the floor as Kusha attempted to draw his stun baton. It was futile however, as Konor would preform a jumping side kick with his left leg, knocking the other armored guard to the ground as well. They weren't either unconscious, and both began to stand up. All the commotion would cause several other prisoners to watch the display in awe.

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[Hardy Wren]

Hardy didn't get another challenger, partially because he was intimidating and partially because there was another contest of strength happening behind him. It looked like two prisoners were ganging up on two guards. Hardy only glared at the duo and watched for a moment. He did not want a prison riot on the first day. So, the terrorist looked to the other prisoners and stood up.

"Do not engage, brethren. Let them have their fun. We will have our time of glory shortly." Luckily, no one moved after Hardy spoke. They all just watched or went back to doing things as normal. The stunt Hardy Wren pulled had already given him a huge status bump, and Hardy began to think that it was Golomon Srundy that was actually in charge of these thugs and mongrels. Whoever the brains was, wasn't standing up to Hardy, so it didn't concern the terrorist on whether or not they lived.

"I didn't say you could not route for a winner!" Hardy said proudly. Little by little, the prisoners began yelling and cheering for the two prisoners locked in battle. The rest of the thugs didn't engage, but their thunderous voices would ring throughout the prison.

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[Raanil 'Nuz 'Vez' Chal]

< Oh my, thank you! A true hero! >
Raanil pulled himself up with difficulty, pushing away the hand the newcomer (an echani, apparently) was offering him.
< Now they'll beat the crap out of both of us >
With a grimace of pain from the cut on his foot, the chiss continued relentlessly, ignoring the astonishment on the other's face.
< But hey, at least you have a clear conscience eh? >
but the accusations were soon interrupted by Tuqo and Kusha, who had recovered, and were joined by other imperials armed with stun batons.
Meanwhile, the rest of the prisoners had formed a circle around the chiss and the echani, cheering them on and making animalistic noises, probably more excited by the idea of a distraction from the monotony than by the care for the well-being of the two.

Raanil was not in the best of shape, with an almost useless leg and nothing but gruel in his stomach, but he did his best to assume a combat stance.
Since the loss of his eye, hand-to-hand combat gave him serious problems, but the Ascendancy's training made up for it somewhat.
One of the guards went on the attack, a wide slash from top to bottom. Slow, predictable.
The chiss grabbed the imperial's elbow, blocking the stun baton's trajectory, then with his free hand struck his opponent in the jugular, between the helmet and the rest of the armor.
The guard retreated, spitting under his helmet.
Immediately another imperial took his place, this time with a direct attack to Raanil's side. The mercenary jumped back, trying to ignore the twinge of pain in his foot. The chiss then used the position to deliver a side kick to the imperial's head.
The glass of the helmet shattered under the mercenary's blow, and the flying shards were greeted by an ovation from the other prisoners, whose screams now filled the courtyard with an infernal din.
But the shouting helped put an end to the entertainment.
The din made the chiss lose concentration for the briefest of seconds, and in that time an imperial managed to strike him in his blind spot with a violent blow to the temple.
Raanil turned groggily to face the guard, but immediately an electric shock struck him in the back.
Another followed, and then another and another.
The blows continued, but Raanil's body no longer felt them.

He awoke in a darkness that was, if possible, even blacker than usual and knew he was not in his cell.
He could see nothing, but given the dampness he felt, it was likely that he had ended up in the dungeon, a place even worse than Nansham's normal quarters.
He cursed and, in the silence, heard a scoff.
Unless the womprats had learned Basic and the basics of non-verbal language, there was someone there with him.

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