[Prison Break] Team You're not my real Mom

Introduction

Prison Break is a Run-On competition that focuses on the Dark Jedi Brotherhood story following the events of the last vendetta and revisits our new ally the Severian Principate. Members are given an opportunity to team up with other members from across the Dark Jedi Brotherhood, and engage with the story as they see fit. While also, by the choices and decisions made by members of the team, help to shape the future alliances of the Brotherhood. The higher placing a run-on is in the competition, the more will be drawn from it for the final official telling of the story. More information is available below and on the wiki.

Background

The Dark Council planned an uneventful transfer of prisoners from the Severian Principate facilities and control to the the Dark Jedi Brotherhood. The Collective, however, used the opportunity to launch a plan to recapture key scientists and personnel in a prison break. With the initial phase of this prison break already complete by the time the Grand Master was notified, he has requested the support of the Clans to stop the prison riots and re-establish control. Individual members are being asked to team up and immediately head to the prison facility, where they will receive orders to go down to the prison complex itself into the heart of the riots and establish control of the facility.

Prompt

Your team of collected members will travel immediately to the prison complex, and will receive orders that request the team to travel down into the riots and establish control of one section of the prison by whatever means possible. The specific orders can be created by the team with creative freedom as long as it’s about establishing control. Meanwhile, there are specific decisions that can be made by the team in doing this which, depending on what the team decides will count as a vote towards how the Dark Jedi Brotherhood reputation with various factions would be.

Run-on rules:

  • Form a team of three (3) to five (5) members of the Dark Jedi Brotherhood from any unit to participate, including members of the Clans, rogues, or otherwise.
  • Members can only be part of one (1) team.
  • Each team must create one (1) thread on Discourse under the Run-On category and all posts must be published to the thread to count.
  • Threads should include [Prison Break] and a team name to properly tag it as part of the competition.
  • No members can post twice in a row, or the Run-On will be disqualified from placing.
  • Each post must be 250 +/- 10 words with no maximum length. Keep in mind Cluster of Ice guidelines for awarding in a Run-On apply, however.
  • No edits to any posts after the conclusion of the event. Recommend you follow typical vendetta rules but will not be strict on small edits made to posts by the original author of the post made as long as the competition is running.
  • No strict requirements around characters, it’s advised you create an entry post with information on characters used and edit as necessary but this is open. It is required that an entry post include the dossier numbers of all 3 to 5 members of the team so organizers know who is participating.
  • Each member of a team must make two (2) posts each for a team to qualify for placement.
  • Grading will be handled using the Run-On Grading rubric.
  • Submission to the competition should be done by one (1) member of the team, with a link to the team’s discourse thread.

Participants

Aay’han Agrona Beviin: 13425
Rrogon Skar Agrona: 13468
Tyga Orn Nilim: 15329

Tenixir, Varton system
38 ABY

The shuttle shook violently as it slowly began its passage into the atmosphere, steadily the rattling began to be felt through the panels within.

Encapsulated within a petite Iridonian paced, irritable in the confines of the metal. It was as though she could not sit down, could not settle or self soothe. The two males observed her pacing with an uncertain gaze, neither had worked with Aay’han before and both were dubious of her ability.

Before being escorted aboard the shuttle, Rrogon had been informed with whom he would be sent. The trepidation had only worsened for the Kaleesh as he watched the short Krath during the journey.

He saw his old Master’s face when he beheld her, the high cheek bones, pearlescent skin and slender build but the eyes, they were not Nath Voth’s eyes. He was not sure but they too looked familiar; the hazel that bordered upon amber gaze was in its own right disconcerting.

As his gaze followed the natural curve of clothing he saw another painful memory, she had been given his Master’s lightsaber, the glint of it was unmistakable and it took a great control of impulse to not snatch it away from the child.

The Battlelord sat hunched in his confines for the moment slowly trying to self soothe frayed nerves, and tend reopened wounds that he believed had long closed. Truthfully if he were honest there had been days he missed the skinny Iridonian, she had given practical council, seldom wasting time upon frivolity.

The thing that was before him now, scented like a different creature, one of newly blossoming hormones as puberty began and a sense of uncertainty of expectation. He could also smell she was not wholly Iridonian also. It was a confusing medley of scents and one he was unsure he wished to explore at present.

On the other hand Tyga had a different view of things, though the girl was pacing he could see it was the anticipation, the need to act that forced the movements. He recognised a fellow Mandalorian, identified her need to act and move to be free from restraint.

His lekku gave an amused twitch, it went unnoticed as the tension built. If nothing else it would be very entertaining. Both men had almost a foot of difference in height, the Iridonian was very short but by the looks of things she would grow and swiftly.

As the girl made another round the Kaleesh yanked her down into one of the bucket seats, fingers quick to pull the fastenings around her to strap her in. He knew they would begin to break the atmosphere proper in short order and then her little head would smack the bulkhead very quickly.

“So… You know each other?” The Twi’lek couldn’t hide the curiosity much longer.

Aay’han gave a small hiss of discontent but obeyed with a glare of pure malice.

“Yes.” She spoke, just as Rrogon exclaimed the exact opposite reply.

“I remember you.” They both saw the flash of crimson in her gaze as she spoke. The pair knew this was nothing but a distraction for what lay ahead.

“We can explore this opportunity of delights when the mission is over.” Skar was not in the mood for these games, he wasn’t sure he ever would be.

“When we arrive our mission is simple enough, the sector must be secured, the inmates will obey and bend the knee to the whims of Arcona or die for their freedom.”

Tyga gazed on and nodded slowly to acknowledge the directive. He wasn’t sure yet how he felt about it, granted they were prisoners, they had committed crimes. It seemed only fitting for them to be punished for it.

Aay’han glared fixating on Rrogon’s eyes, he could see she was ready, the darkness that was within her, she most likely wouldn’t give the prisoners much of a choice. If she was physically capable, there had been no proof of it; she had just been adopted into Galeres without question like a lost babe.

With considerable force the trio were pushed back into their chairs as the gravity pressed against them. Tyga took a deep breath as Aay’han squirmed in discomfort. Skar settled back accustomed to the sensation.

It wouldn’t be long now, soon they would be wholly dependent on one another for their wellbeing.

Tenixir, Varton system,
38 ABY

From the outside, the shuttle began to glow as it entered the atmosphere of Tenixir. Pushing himself back into the bucket seat, Tyga took deep breaths and prepared himself for what was to surely be a frantic and overwhelming situation. Outside the shuttle windows, Tenixir grew and grew, with the prison complex looming beneath them and the visions of battle appeared.

The shuttle landed on the pad with a hiss and then it settled on its legs. Unbuckling his straps, the young Twi’lek got onto his feet and heard sirens and voices over speakers. It seemed the guards were having a hard time in keeping the upper hand against the rioters. Tyga glanced at his compatriots and his hand moved down to his lightsaber hilt and he gripped it.

Making his way into the prison following his team, it was absolute chaos. Prisoners were now trying to take over the guards’ station, using stolen food, and laundry, carts as battering rams against the doors. His lekku twitched in anger and Tyga withdrew the lightsaber from his belt and it ignited with a hiss, causing the crowd of prisoners to temporarily stop their assault.

They began to advance, so Tyga immediately used the Force to push a food cart towards the group and several were knocked over like bowling pins, while some continued their advance towards the Jedi, armed with homemade weaponry. Taking up an offensive stance, Tyga cut down the first prisoner and pushed the next two into the thick concrete walls surrounding the lower floor level. Suddenly, both lekku began to twitch uncontrollably. This habit had come about when another Twi’lek was trying to contact him via the secretive Twi’leki language.

Tyga hastily dealt with the remaining group of rioting prisoners by tapping into the Force and throwing them into the walls or pushing them into one another, rendering them unconscious from the impacts. As the guards moved to the block to contain this now quelled portion of the riot, the Twi’lek felt someone reaching through the Force and they were none too happy.

“Are you coming to rescue me Tyga, or do I have to do everything myself?!!” came the reply; Tyga recognized the voice immediately as Icanpaga, a Light Sith arcanist and also a cousin.

Following Icanpaga’s voice, Tyga made his way toward a heavy metal door, controlled by an electronic fingerprint scanner. It seemed that his task had finished before it began. Suddenly, there was a pulsating sensation in the air and the scanner began to short out. Shortly after, its circuitry imploded. The door was opened by an invisible hand and Tyga ventured down the dimly lit stairwell, using his ignited lightsaber as a source of light, as he shuffled in the dark.

The Twi’lek stumbled and nearly fell due to a blinding light. Blinking heavily and getting his bearings, Tyga saw that all the lights had been turned on and he’d continued on his journey to Icanpaga’s cell. Up above, the battle raged between the Brotherhood and prisoners. He had a pang of conflict, feeling a need to make his way back to the Mandalorian and the Kaleesh.

But, on the other hand, the pull of family was strong. Tyga reached a long hallway consisting of double-locked cells. Scanning the cells, Tyga received no feedback. As he got to the end of the hall, a strong Force surge overcame him and it nearly brought him down to his knees. The cell resembled the others, but when he looked through the viewing window, it was terrifying.

“And you have won the prize Tyga…” unscrewing the electronic lock panel, he re-routed the circuits and the door slid open with a loud hiss. There in a Force cage, was Icanpaga. She was wearing a rubber Force-dampening bodysuit, restrained in a tight straitjacket, cuffed together at the legs and thighs and muzzled, to keep her silent, since she enjoyed taunting the warden.

Watching on in amazement, the Force cage began to flicker and the control panel on the wall exploded in a flash of light. The shield dropped and Tyga quickly got to work releasing his cousin from her restraints, all the while keeping an ear out for prison guards who may have discovered the open door in the main prison and all of the lights on within the isolation block.

“Turn around!! This is not for young eyes…” Icanpaga said with a smirk as she slipped out of the Force-dampening bodysuit into a loincloth and chest wrap. Now free from imprisonment, she used the Force to override those locks on a metal container set into the wall and retrieved her lightsaber. Igniting the blade, she brought Tyga into the corridor and then sensed that she could either assist her younger cousin in the fight or to make good her escape from Tenixir.

In a few seconds, she made her decision. Tyga watched her vanishing down a long corridor, before turning to her cousin and blowing him a kiss, making her escape off-planet, knowing he did not need her help, because he was more than capable of holding his own. The battle in the main prison had shifted into high gear, so Tyga quickly retraced his steps and re-joined the fight. As he found the Mandalorian and Kaleesh battling another group of prisoners, Tyga kept quiet on the facts that he had freed a Sith Elder and that she was also part of his family.