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Post by Makarov Yaroslav » Mon Apr 19, 2021 2:36 am

Whiskey had an interesting effect on the mind. Forget the body. The liver is weak and needed to be punished but the mind could swing into any direction. Need to block out the pain? Order some Prow. Lights a fire in your heart. Want a night on the town with the ladies? Mirilan Spice Wine could be shared with any inviting warm body. Except sometimes you needed something else. Something to remind you of what you were living for. A shot of pain, splash of regret, and a syringe of hope. That was what Dorian Quill offered, also just called Whiskey. This time it prescribed a memory of “her.” Looking out onto a City plane she stood with wavy charcoal hair offering shattering words of farewell. This memory signified failure. Nar Shaddaa often times was a world of the nightlife and indulgence, but this moment would force that Planet to live in infame. However, the thing about Whiskey is that after you crash you got to wake up again. Where it is you wake up? Isn’t always certain.

Thunder rocked against his skull just as a cold, metallic, voice began to awaken once slumbering senses. “Prisoner Seven-One-Three-Seven. Designation: Makarov Avery Yaroslav.” Makarov, that was his name. How could he have forgotten? “Known Alias: Flox, Hazgrieve -“ A smile began to creep upward into the drizzle of blood running along Makarov’s cheek. “Illio, Jeerik, Jal, Kaleem-“ Sweat covered eyes fluttered to blink clarity into the unknown shapes before him. The droning voice was a droid. No doubt, it’s artificial voice was a dead give away but so too was the shape of its ridged body. Similar to a GU series security droid it sat on a slender waist with an overly exaggerated bust holding up white lit eyes beneath a cylindrical cone of a head. While the other figure had to be a Human. Somehow the baton it brandished held an singular organic method behind it, that is it was not disconnect but rather emotional. The Guard enjoyed his work.

Makarov sat bound to a metal chair at the center of a glistening steel cubicle. The two humanoid figures stood as shadows beneath the sole light fixture above him while prattling on about Makarov’s past titles and misconduct. Memories were stapled to each, and every, one of those names helping Makarov regain a semblance of himself and root the mind into the moment.

No doors.” Makarov thought. “-and, lastly, MAY.” The soulless voice interjected. “I am W.A.R.D.N. WATCH, ACCESS, RESOLVE, DETAIN, NE-
Nag to death?” The quip was promptly silenced by the more human of the pair. A baton to the gut of Makarov assured the WARDN that it may continue its introduction. “NEUTRALIZE... Prisoner 7-1-3-7, You have been locked and served. An Administering Council will grant you Testimony in-“ The Drone paused briefly as if to access a vast library of information before collecting the file containing Makarov’s criminal history. “Seven months and seventeen Solar days. Should you wish to file any opening testimony in advance of your Trial you may do so now.”

Makarov’s narrowed his lightly greyed eyes on the Droid before slowly heaving forward and spitting his bloodied “Testimony” on the floor. Both figures waited a few moments before the hiss of mag locks audibly disengaged and the cubicle began to peel open. “Logged.” The WARDN stated without an ounce of emotion. It merely turned away with its Human security Handler and left Prisoner 7137 alone in his chair.
The walls fell into the floor seamlessly revealing an open court with three scarlet clad jumpsuits of varying Galactic species. The only designation to their identity was the white numbers laced into the rim of their collars mirroring the jumpsuit Makarov now found himself wearing. In the center of the common area stood a table, chairs, and holo projector. Whereas the perimeter of the room traced nine bulkheads. Eight obviously leading into prisoner cells given that Makarov could see his designation of “7137” painted upon one of the bulkhead’s upper most frame mirroring the design of the rest. Save the last which the WARDN now silently headed towards.

Makarov felt the locks keeping his hands in place release affording him the ability to stand tall. One hand eased the discomfort from his opposing wrist as he shouted across the way at the Human Security Guard. “What Planet?!” The WARDN took position within a white lined section at the flank of the double doors and initiated a sleep mode of sorts as its partner utilized a bioscanner to disembark the holding area. As the Human Guard shifted his smile over one shoulder a Klatooinian, on the opposite side of the room, gave Makarov his answer. “Corellia! Welcome to the Slag, Pink Skin!”

A few jeering outbursts of laughter muffled the sound of the double doors sealing the prisoners away from society and the rest of the penitentiary. “The Slag.” Makarov mused internally, “Corellia’s signature orbital detention facility.” Just before he began to step forward, Makarov paused at his reflection in the glaze of the steel floor tiles. Standing at 5’9 with an athletic build he noted the only physical change the faculty amended to his body was a fresh buzz cut of his hair. The gruff on his face was still present and so to was the Crimson Dawn tattoo above his right eye. Interesting that “they” wouldn’t have removed an obvious gang sigil but perhaps Makarov gave the establishment too much credit.

At the sudden sight of movement Makarov shot a warning gesture, with his hand, upwards. This was not new. There was always a scuffle during these introductions, "Wait! Before all that-" His tone was made a bit more soft as his eyes shot around the room before relaxing his rough expression, "Do the Can's work around here? I'm starting to think the wings I had didn't agree with me last night."

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Post by Master Buggie » Tue Apr 20, 2021 3:07 am

The law enforcement agents of CorSec had probably celebrated their big score for a week when they arrested Erk Niial in Coronet City. He was a wanted criminal, who in several dozen less-civilized systems, could have gone for a death sentence twice over, assuming he wasn't shot on sight. What CorSec had failed to appreciate, though, was Niial's permanent seat on the Blue Star Pirate Council, and his considerable pull within the organization. It was rumored that Niial was in line to take command of an entire operational division within the crime syndicate, and talented minds such as Niall's weren't allowed to rot in prison, particularly during a time when talent was at a premium in the underworld.

Thus, The Slag, as it was known, was analyzed for weaknesses by a team of specialists brought in specifically at the order of the Pirate Council. Prison escape artists, orbital architects, security specialists, and others were all brought together to brainstorm how to crack The Slag. Within the group was a thoroughly tanned Weequay-- whose face could only be described as crispy in texture-- who boasted the unique accomplishment of having escaped Sunspot Prison twice. A humanoid of uncertain origin was also present, who had broken free from the labor camps of Oovo 4, again from the labor camps of Wobani, and finally from an Imperial prison barge. Those accomplished individuals were only the start of the team that the Blue Star Pirates had gathered for this planning session. No expense was spared in bringing these experts together.

When those gathered concluded that the prison was unbreakable from the inside, the fleet stepped in. A task force was assembled, and if the Blue Star Pirates couldn't have Niial, it was decided that CorSec couldn't, either. The Slag would live up to its name if it wasn't willing to bend to their will and release their prisoner.

Silently and with cloaking devices engaged, a team of Vengeance-class frigates slipped past all orbital defenses and surrounded The Slag...
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Post by Makarov Yaroslav » Wed Apr 21, 2021 4:06 am

Which ever Gods were listening in on the collection of inmates must have not of been amused. Scarlet alarms blared just before the first fist could be thrown causing everyone to be taken back. All eyes trained on the ceiling as if some unseen force made ready to rend the steel fixtures and claim them all for itself. Makarov dared to look away and thanked his intuition he did so. The Klatooinian tossed a lazy right jab at what was believed to be an unsuspecting opponent. However, Prisoner 7137 pulled up his left elbow to guard against the assault connecting arm against arm. The same instincts that pulled his attention back to the fight forced that arm to extend and trap the Klatooinian's extended right. Quickly Makarov pivoted in place and violently brought his opposite elbow up then down on the trapped arm in his possession. A blood chilling howl flew out mixing with the muffled snap of bone that had inverted the arm at it's join.

One potential assailant was out of the fight, effectively, but the act left Makarov open. Swift punishment followed behind the second prisoner's strike to Makarov's temple causing him to stumble away and make ready a new defense.

All of them felt their feet lift as the entire common area shook. "That was a bulkhead breach!" One of the men called out. Another ground shattering quake had Makarov on his back. Rolling over to his side he knew now without a doubt what this was, "No..." He corrected, "That's a boarding skiff."

Just at the moment of audible recognition the WARDN activated. Both of its extended hands lit up with the blue hue of electricity. Anti-personnel arc Lances aimed at the organic life signs in the room signaling intent to do harm should the following order not be recognized, "Prisoners. Return to your cells. A Station wide lock down is in effect!"

Out of the pan and into the fire it seemed.

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Post by Master Buggie » Sat Apr 24, 2021 1:21 am

((OOC: Sorry, didn't mean to cut you off on what you were looking to do at the end of your first post.))

According to plan, the first volley of ion torpedoes impacted The Slag's shields and reduced the energy field to nothing. The second volley diminished the weapons systems and surveillance across the entire prison facility. At this point, according to the notes that the supposed experts had assembled, the warden would have enacted emergency procedures and vented life support throughout the prison facility. This brutal measure would not affect the security droids, nor the sentient guards, who were issued with survival suits in the event of this measure. The prisoners would be completely exposed to hard vacuum within their cells, and it was deemed that exposing the facilities weaknesses by allowing even one prisoner to be rescued to taken from the confines of The Slag was unacceptable. The theory was that prisoners would perish, CorSec would no doubt capture the interlopers, and they would be charged as an accessory to the murder of the entire prison population. The resulting fate of any who dared compromise The Slag would then be an execution by lethal gas. It had never been tested, but that was the theory driving the protocols in place.

What the administrators of The Slag did not take under consideration, was that the Blue Star Pirates were no typical group of prison breakers, and that they would spare no expense to get their man out of custody. Utilizing two massive atmospheric generators strapped to the hulls of two of the Vengeance-class frigates, the pirates created a bubble of habitable environment almost seamlessly as The Slag's life support cut out. A missile from a third Vengeance-class frigate came in advance of a swarm of boarding pods launched from the frigate, which capitalized on the hole in the hull plating of the prison facility. Squads of pirates poured out of the boarding units, who immediately set to work securing a route to their target, Erk Niial.

Two such pirates happened to pass through an open cell block inhabited by four sentients, one of which was rolling on the ground with a sickeningly disfigured arm, while another possessed a rapidly swelling lump on the side of his head as a complement to the Crimson Dawn tattoo above his right eye. They took a close look at the assembled prisoners to make sure that none of them were their target.

"Heh, look at this one," one of the pirates said to the other, "Crimson Dawn!"

With an appraising eye, the other pirate spit at the prisoner, "Crimson Dawn scum. Be glad we don't have time to toss you out an airlock."

Neither of the pirates saw the guard droid hover up behind them...
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Post by Makarov Yaroslav » Fri Apr 30, 2021 12:21 am

Everyone paused as a sickly silence fell over the common area. Only the orders of the WARDN dared to intrude on that moment before the scream of a thousand wailing banshees tore at Makarov's ears. He and the other inmates raced to cover their ears casting eyes in every direction to root out the cause. Just beyond the entry way, from which the organic guard departed, Makarov detected the fait yet very recognizable sound of blaster fire.

However what was to follow even he could not have foreseen. The screams were in fact grinders sheering away the exterior and interior hull so that the boarding crews might gain sudden and violent entry. Thunder struck out at Makarov's feet pulling him down on his back. Instantly he looked up and braced against the tremors in case the ceiling gave way on them all. Finally the door exploded. Magnetic locks losing power from the onslaught of kinetic forces assaulting the frame work. Then shoved open as another skiff rocketed into the adjacent corridor. The cascading events was even enough to plant the droid on it's rear before two figures outlined themselves within the dust and smoke.

Makarov slowly rose with his party of misfits to a leveled pair of fire arms trained against them all. Not security, not Empire, but something possibly worse, "Crimson Dawn!" One of them pointed out immediately that this was most definitely worse.

Makarov raised his hands in surrender. "-Be glad we don't have time to toss you out an airlock!" The pair didn't look like any faction he had known. Makarov had been inducted into the Crimson Dawn so long ago that still, even as they tossed him to the curb as the fall man, he couldn't help but sneer at the threat. Then again if he had sneered it might give way to a smile as the WARDN regained it's footing and closed in on the pirates. Makarov's left hand pushed two digits pointedly in the direction behind the pair and calmly replied, "What about him?"

"INDTRUDERS DETECTED IN CELL BLOCK 19B!" The WARDN lunged at the pair trying to swipe with it's activated shock batons. One, luckily for the pair, was damaged by the blast but the other worked just fine if it struck flesh or metal. Makarov dove at the one on his left when they turned to meet the WARDN. Rolling across the floor he wrestled for control of the weapon and clocked in a few face checks with a right elbow. The other prisoners took flight. Some for the open corridor and others who knows where. Makarov was too busy to turn his attention even as the pirate shoved the flank of the weapon into Makarov's nose. Still his grip was like a vise and only when Prisoner 7137 plowed his left knee into the groin of his opponent did the weapon relent.

Rolling with the item he turned around on the ground, Leveled the upper front and rear aiming posts, and squeezed the trigger in the direction of the WARDN. "Hands up!"

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Post by Master Buggie » Mon May 03, 2021 9:19 pm

While two of the pirates were engaged with the warden droid and the rebellious prisoner, the rest of the pirate team were busy sweeping the prison and failed to take notice of the struggle. Prisoners ran free throughout sections of the prison after their cells had been decimated by the boarding process. Klaxons blared down every corridor and red emergency lights illuminated the pirate team as they searched for their man. Of course, time was of the essence in this operation, as the Vengeance-class frigates, now uncloaked, were visible to any CorSec ships in orbit. Their response timetable had been calculated and re-calculated as the fleet personnel in charge of this operation laid out all scenarios. The boarding team was starting to push the boundaries of what they had been permitted, and the blast doors that automatically sealed off entire sections of the prison weren't helping in that regard.

If the frigates were forced to withdraw, that would mean their atmospheric generators that had been "borrowed" from the liberated Verpine colonies of Roche would also be taken out of the equation. Fortunately, a boarding team had brought and activated a portable version of such a generator, which would be left within the prison upon the pirate withdrawal, so as to keep all of the prison population alive, rather than leave them to die as the prison slowly depressurized and sucked them out into the void. Still, that smaller generator was unable to remain active for much longer than the time it would take CorSec to seal off the prison once more, and it certainly wouldn't provide refuge for any pirates left behind, thus, respect to the timetable was crucial.

Finally, the pirates located their man in one of the solitary confinement sections. Pulling him through the corridors by his arms when his legs refused to keep up, the pirates began to make all haste toward their boarding pods in order to get back to their frigates. The first groups of pirates nearest to the boarding points had already begun to their retreat. From the would-be vantage point of the two pirates that had been incapacitated by the prisoner, this retreat would become apparent. If a prisoner were to make an escape alongside the pirates, the time to conceal themselves aboard one of the boarding pods or blend in with the pirate raiders was slowly ticking away...
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Post by Makarov Yaroslav » Wed May 05, 2021 5:48 am

His heart pounded like thunder in Makarov's ear. Everyone took pause, to include the world around them, with nothing but the sound of severed circuitry crackling in the backdrop. Both of the Blue Star Pirates just beamed wide expressions at the brazen inmate. Nothing in this whole Galaxy made sense at this exact moment, except that the other prisoners took their opportunity to run.

"I said,-" Makarov primed the blaster so that an audible threat from the weapon's safety echoed through the stillness. "Hands... In the air."

Makarov could see it all unfolding in their eyes. "Take it easy there, Crimson Dawn." A quick shift in the stance to really calculate the odds that Makarov might be faster on the trigger squeeze or he may not pull the trigger at all. Hidden gambling in the minds of the desperate. Maybe he might miss, that the pair could work together and over come prisoner 7137, that backup might arrive. That was actually the more important subject. Where were the other Blue Star's at? Like magic the Pirate, still armed, and standing reminded Makarov with a laugh, "Nice pair of stones on this one. But you're up [censored] creek without a powercell to steer, Friend. Backup is on it's way and your window to do,-" He paused to shrug a gesture over to Makarov, "What ever it is THIS is will be closed for good."

Thoughts raced like lightening through Makarov's mind and he concluded quickly that the Pirate was right. Except that going back to the cell was not an option, "Well... When you put it that way." One salvo of searing pain erupted from Makarov's blaster into the shoulder of the Pirate. Quickly Makarov followed up with an elbow to the face of the man lifting him off his heels and onto the steel floor limp as a noodle. Makarov spun around and leveled the blaster on the prone form of the second Pirate, "Sorry Mate."

Heavily he strode over to the man and came down with the butt end of the weapon and again to make sure the deed was done proper. Both Pirate's were out cold. His chest was a drum sending hot magma flows of blood to his cranium. Mild pain and after thoughts of guilt were awash in his mind but it was too late to back out now. His hands tore at the Pirate's uniform. Quickly redressing himself as a Blue Star Pirate. Hasty and untidy in his hurried state he at the very least "looked" the part, with the minor addition of an improvised face covering. Makarov then grabbed the wounded Pirate and shouldered him down the hall. All the while trying to find any other Blue Star Pirate and what he hoped was a way out. "Some One Help! Medic!" He bellowed.

As the pair rounded the corner Makarov came face to face with the team returning with their "cargo" and he knew all of his chips were on the table now. If everything worked to at the least give him a seat on that transport then he would traverse what ever obsticle followed after. "Hey! I need help here!"

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Post by Master Buggie » Fri May 07, 2021 2:54 pm

The team of Blue Stars, with Niial in tow, didn't stop for the injured pirate or his companion who carried him along. Their sole mission, now with Niial having been recovered, was to get him aboard a landing skiff and get him out of the prison. Once he was secure aboard one of the frigates, then the raiders could seek out injured companions and stow them away.

Still, one of the pirate group passing by shouted over the klaxons, "Just get him aboard a pod! Stick to the plan!"

As the group of pirates split and either boarded a pod or a landing skiff, they prepared for departure. One group was already away, and the pirates took a defensive formation around the hole in the space station's hull while they waited for Niial to load up. A series of heavy vibrations shook the station at that very moment. Each concussive shock grew more intense, as if something large was coming. Suddenly, with a hail of blaster bolts slamming into a group of pirates, a massive armored foe stepped out from the intersection of a corridor directly opposite where the pirates were rallying together to escape.

"It's a kriffing powered suit!" one of the pirates yelled, leveling his own blaster and firing at the armored enemy.

Pirates shouted to one another to get the deployable personal energy shields activated outside of each boarding pod. The pirates would be vulnerable from this position as they loaded up the boarding pods, which themselves would take some time before they were ready to ferry the pirates back to the safety of the frigates. The plan, it seemed, had taken a turn for the worse.
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