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THE GALLOWS: ORBITING ILUM
2100 Hours
@EmilyHuene ; @vamp [/fancybox2]
The Gallows. A perfect name for a prison ship. Eriana Fox had been given the Contemptuous-class dungeon ship for her excellent work as an interrogator back when she worked for the Imperial Republica. The name had actually not been picked out by her, but she didn't go through the paperwork to change it either. The Gallows fit the precarious nature of the transport just as much as the name The Confessor fit the blind Sith. Her own title had come from her reputation to gain confessions from all her prisoners she was charged with.
The ship had many floors and could carry two hundred and fifty two inmates in total. But The Gallows didn't even come close to those numbers. While the ship was designed to be a prison transport ship, Eriana did not use it as such. She used it as her personal playground and workshop to further her abilities in the Force. As such, she had a grand total of 19 inmates in her care. Eight of them were in the normal prison cells on the ward level. Then of them were below the main floors to a special wing that Eriana had custom designed. The final inmate was actually not in a cell at all. He had "graduated" Eriana's special procedure and was currently in the medical wing undergoing several tests to study his mental state.
This was the first time Lady Fox had brought her lover on board the ship and she was excited to show him her work. The results were unlike anything she dreamed and could not wait to hear his praise of her. Sure she was a little vain in needing such a compliment from him, but this was her life's passion. Her work meant everything to her. To bring him into it, even if it was just to watch, was a dream come true.
"I know you're really going to love it here," she would say to them as his shuttle docked with The Gallows. "I spent a fortune making the special cells down in the lab and the progress I've made with the prisoners will change the way Sith handles its P.O.V.'s in the future. I'm sure the Emperor himself will want to take a tour of the wing once my findings are sent his way."
The two of them would dock in the hanger of the transport and depart holding hands, as they so often did. She was wearing her usual Sith maurader armor and weapons of her two curved lightsaber hilts and Zygerrian electro whip. Her white Imperial cloak hung over her shoulders and gently fell behind her back like a glorious cape showing her prestige. They were met by her forty Fox Troopers who saluted her as she walked past, as well as the ship's typical crew and workers (those that could be spared to make an appearance that is).
A well groomed man in an Imperial uniform would be waiting for them at the end of the procession and bow his head to the woman, "Lady Fox. Welcome aboard."
"Thank you, Hamilton," she would reply to the captain who kissed her hand as she extended it.
The two of them had gotten off to a strange start but now they were rather good friends it seemed. And he was very respectable towards The Confessor, treating her like the royalty Milo saw her as every day. He would then reach his hand out to shake Milo's; a smile of respect was on his face. He held no resentment to the Sith nor did he seem bothered by the fact they were his superiors.
"And is this Mr. Drast? A pleasure, Sir."
THE GALLOWS: ORBITING ILUM
2100 Hours
@EmilyHuene ; @vamp [/fancybox2]
The Gallows. A perfect name for a prison ship. Eriana Fox had been given the Contemptuous-class dungeon ship for her excellent work as an interrogator back when she worked for the Imperial Republica. The name had actually not been picked out by her, but she didn't go through the paperwork to change it either. The Gallows fit the precarious nature of the transport just as much as the name The Confessor fit the blind Sith. Her own title had come from her reputation to gain confessions from all her prisoners she was charged with.
The ship had many floors and could carry two hundred and fifty two inmates in total. But The Gallows didn't even come close to those numbers. While the ship was designed to be a prison transport ship, Eriana did not use it as such. She used it as her personal playground and workshop to further her abilities in the Force. As such, she had a grand total of 19 inmates in her care. Eight of them were in the normal prison cells on the ward level. Then of them were below the main floors to a special wing that Eriana had custom designed. The final inmate was actually not in a cell at all. He had "graduated" Eriana's special procedure and was currently in the medical wing undergoing several tests to study his mental state.
This was the first time Lady Fox had brought her lover on board the ship and she was excited to show him her work. The results were unlike anything she dreamed and could not wait to hear his praise of her. Sure she was a little vain in needing such a compliment from him, but this was her life's passion. Her work meant everything to her. To bring him into it, even if it was just to watch, was a dream come true.
"I know you're really going to love it here," she would say to them as his shuttle docked with The Gallows. "I spent a fortune making the special cells down in the lab and the progress I've made with the prisoners will change the way Sith handles its P.O.V.'s in the future. I'm sure the Emperor himself will want to take a tour of the wing once my findings are sent his way."
The two of them would dock in the hanger of the transport and depart holding hands, as they so often did. She was wearing her usual Sith maurader armor and weapons of her two curved lightsaber hilts and Zygerrian electro whip. Her white Imperial cloak hung over her shoulders and gently fell behind her back like a glorious cape showing her prestige. They were met by her forty Fox Troopers who saluted her as she walked past, as well as the ship's typical crew and workers (those that could be spared to make an appearance that is).
A well groomed man in an Imperial uniform would be waiting for them at the end of the procession and bow his head to the woman, "Lady Fox. Welcome aboard."
"Thank you, Hamilton," she would reply to the captain who kissed her hand as she extended it.
The two of them had gotten off to a strange start but now they were rather good friends it seemed. And he was very respectable towards The Confessor, treating her like the royalty Milo saw her as every day. He would then reach his hand out to shake Milo's; a smile of respect was on his face. He held no resentment to the Sith nor did he seem bothered by the fact they were his superiors.
"And is this Mr. Drast? A pleasure, Sir."