The Spire Prison

[Jacobi Wylcott]

---OUTER RIM TERRITORIES - 0-7
---MANDALORE SECTOR
---VORPA’YA SYSTEM

---DURING “QUICKSAND”

Detonations rocked the ground and showers of dirt flew high in the air from the heavy ordinance that kept landing and spreading their fragmentation payloads across the wind blasted earth of Vorpa’ya. Still the battle between the Mandalorian Clan Ordo and Bralor raged in full swing over the entire continent. Ruthless rivalries kept this war going for honor - but mostly pride. The spent lives kept rising in body count and it was a thing that merely was and wouldn’t ever be forgotten.

Only a quarter mile away was the Bralor artillery section in which the Sith team lead by Jacobi Wylcott had taken down. In the chaos of the battle young Kita Ikari had become separated from her group and despite her efforts to regain her positioning - much like Warvanus - she failed and became separated. Without a friendly face in sight she was set out in the middle of a warzone with Mandalorians from Clan Bralor and their levy troops scattered across the landscape. It hadn’t taken very long for her to be found out and surrounded, the Mandalorians of Bralor were uninterested in anything less than the slaying of another Ordo sympathizer. They closed the distance fast - it was sure to be soon that Ikari would breathe her last.

Though when the smoke settled she wasn’t dead. She had fought hard enough that she’d gained the notice of the Mandalorians and when she was defeated she was not executed but taken up. As a prisoner of the Mandalorians of Bralor - who were dishonorable wretches to begin with - she was fated to be a slave in the beskar mines.

Yet the story of Kita Ikari would not end here.

Losing track of a captured prisoner was an easy thing in the midst of a warzone so massive as Vorpa’ya. Her captors were in the process of taking her off world to Bralor holdings where they were set upon in the Graveyard that orbited Vorpa’ya. Pirates looted the vessel - Kita was bound for space outside the Mandalorian Sector and the pirates found themselves within the Gordian Reach where the Sith Armada would interdict the pirate’s vessel. Guilty by association Kita was not spared as their prisoner - the Sith took her and brought her to Dromund Kaas, relic world of the Sith Empire. The entire journey took two weeks, by that time Jacobi and Mercy had accomplished their mission on Vorpa’ya and Kita was thought dead despite him not being able to find a body.

---OUTER RIM TERRITORIES - R-5
---ESSTRAN SECTOR
---DROMUND SYSTEM, DROMUND KAAS

---THE SPIRE PRISON

The shuttle broke through the storm clouds of Dromund Kaas’ night. Lightning flickered in the distance and the winds pitched the ship forward with heavy turbulence. Rain fell in sheets. With the hour so late the destination up ahead was alight with illumination, though these lights were not of decoration but of many search lights, beaming spot lights of guard towers among a wall massive enough to take in the likeness of an Imperial AT-AT Walker. Handheld lights of thousands of guards on patrol. These things surrounded and framed a trio of gothic spires that towered into the skies.

The central spire was linked to the other smaller spires via bridges. The main spire was where the only docking bay was set into the buildings. This was a place where the Sith Empire kept their most hated criminals - criminals bad enough the Sith considered them beyond control. These beings would either die here in Spire Prison or be reconditioned into penal battalions to be sent onto the front lines of the Sith War Machine. Needless to say, most would die and become fuel for the furnaces of the Spire.

One hundred levels of prison complex sat above ground and one hundred levels of and even older complex still in use yet very outdated lay below the surface. These lower levels were where political prisoners were kept - these poor souls would never again see the sun and were doomed to suffer in an ancient dungeon setting where the cold damp walls birthed disease and a setting that told the story of pain and suffering.

A lonely shuttle came down and landed hard on the exposed platform. A group of ten prisoners were gang walked out of the shuttle in chains, they were all linked together that they couldn’t run and even if they wanted to they wouldn’t get far. Guards flanked them, none had stun batons but pikes and riot shields - it was clear that they were not playing around and would kill any of these worthless prisoners that even showed the slightest signs of trying to escape - not that they could for the shuttle doors were already closing and the landing platform was suspended far above the ground and going over the side was a death sentence in itself. The only way forward was into the Spire.

Ahead of the party at the entrance of the prison were four guards in crimson red armor, their faces covered in visors and they held their blasters drawn. In their impassive stance they promised each of the ten prisoners that they would never make it out of here alive.

Pouring rain greeted the guards and the ten newest prisoners. Lightning cracked and sent the shadows away from the surrounding scene. Kita Ikari was among this sorry lot.

This was the beginning of the end of their pathetic lives.

[Kita_Ikari]

"Of course it had to rain..." She thought as she walked along with the other prisoners from the ship. Kita jumped in fear as thunder flashed through the sky. One of her fears was being struck by lightening...and knowing she wore something currently acting as a lightening rod didnt ease her mind. The clanging of shackles echoed as the prisoners all stood awaiting further direction into the spire. Her silver armor was taken from her after being captured by the mandalorians on the outer rim. So all that was left was the black bodysuit she had wore underneath her armor from battle. Blonde hair dripping wet like the rest of her, long blonde hair plastered to her waist.

She observed her surroundings. The spiral was massive, seeming more depressing and terrifying on the outside as it must have been on the inside. The guards held weapons clearly with a intent to either brutally maim or kill any of the prisoners who dared walk out of line. That was not easy for Kita to do. She always had something to say or do to her enemies. But she reminded herself she needed to stay alive. She had hope that Jacobi would one day find her in this place. She could have used the force to attempt a escape...but her hands were currently shackled and she didn't have much control on her power anyway yet. She was still a novice in that department. So she had to quietly endure whatever chaos was thrown her way...

[Jacobi Wylcott]

The prisoners were gang walked through the threshold of the Spire and into darkness of which their eyes could not penetrate, especially during the night hours. The visors of the guards gave them plenty of sight in this realm of chilled blackness. Impatient guards used rifle barrels to jab at the more sluggish prisoners to press them along faster, they cared nothing about the prisoners not being able to see anything. This process went on easily for a mile until the guards were absolutely certain that the prisoners had completely lost their way into the depths of their new nothing.

With the destination reached the prisoners were lined up facing a blank stone wall and one at a time the guards would unclasp their shackles and man handle them into position. This process was not gentle from start to finish. The first of the ten members of this chain gang - the human male was throttled in the back of his knees forcing him to the stone surface where another guard gripped him tightly in a rear choke hold while the shackles were unhinged and discarded. Next the prisoner was wrangled to another room and deposited in the middle of the floor of a small cell where droids would sterilize him from outside disease or foreign objects. He was stripped naked and blasted with a high pressure hose of chilling ice cold water.

The man obviously tried to resist his jailers and it was the droids that wielded the stun weapons and the machines wasted no time in brutally rendering the poor man into an unconscious and bruised naked heap on the floor. The hose unleashed its high pressure contents and plastered the man to the cold dank floor, the high current of water beat his skin and ensured cleanliness. There was enough disease and filth here in the Spire - no sense in allowing anything new in unless by design which with the Sith wasn’t entirely out of the question. Finally cleaned up the beaten man was dragged over the floor and taken to a new chamber where he was given thin rags as a minor resemblance of clothing, they were more to designate his prisoner number than to allow any sense of dignity. He awoke at this time and stood for the dressing. Once accomplished a new set of shackles were attached. His permanent adornment for the duration of his stay however short or long it may be.

Wrist cuffs were put on each hand though there was no bound chain - this was for the utilization of chains while still allowing the prisoner to move and work. If chains were necessary then they would be bound accordingly. Ankle bounds though were chained together and only the length enough to make a 3/4 stride. No prisoner here in the Spire walked freely.

The irons used to bind the prisoners were not smooth but they were rough iron, some had spurs in the metal that would bite the skin and grind painfully against them. Within hours the skin would be rubbed by the rough metal to the point of bleeding.

Prepared for his tenure the male prisoner was sent to a waiting turbolift where he was to remain silent and waiting. If he so much as peeped a sound he’d receive his second beating within the hour. One by one the ten prisoners were shuffled through this harsh treatment. Anything on their person was stripped away and sent immediately to the incinerator. Nothing of their past lives was to be permitted here in the Spire. They were destined to be subjected to a lonely existence where they would find no comforts and no welcome open arms. Rather they were incarcerated in the worst and most dreaded prison in the known galaxy.

Respectively these ten were given the serial numbers:

SP-889079132-U
SP-889079133-U
SP-889079134-U
SP-889079135-U
SP-889079136-U
SP-889079137-U
SP-889079138-U
SP-889079139-U
SP-889079140-U
SP-889079141-U a.k.a. Kita Ikari

All names and signifiers were not logged into any databank. These prisoners survive with only these numerals to keep their identity. These prisoners were then sent down into the depths of the prison where they would be welcomed into the last routine they’d ever have.

[Kita_Ikari]

Darkness...that's all Kita saw as she was walked through the dark corridors of the spire. Her body shook from the chill that hung in the air. Cold. The kind that creeped into your bones making it feel colder then it actually was due to the dampness that hung within the prison. The chains rattling echoed as Kita shuffled forward from the back of the line, the trek feeling longer then it actually was. As they stopped lining up against the wall, Kita heard commotion of what sounded like a beating of sorts along with the sound of...water? "WHAT are they doing?" She thought silently as worry crossed her soft facial features. Unknown to her all the guards could see her as clear as day.

The sounds continued on until finally...it was fine her turn.

There was no chance for sounds of protest as Kita was forcefully kicked behind the kneecaps and forced to the ground in a hold as they unlocked her cuffs. She did attempt fighting them off, digging her nails into their forearms as she was dragged and thrown into a room. She couldn't see, but she didn't care. Kita kicked one of the guards in the face as he tried holding her down for the other 3 guards to quickly remove her clothing. However she was not accepting to quit. This in turn had Kita stunned with a volt of electricity and beaten into submission in a sense long enough for the guards to undress her. The black bodysuit given to her by Jacobi was now gone. She was left stark naked in the darkness of the cold stone floor...body aching from multiple locations on her limbs and torso. As if the cool air hadn't been cold enough, she was left on the floor in shock as a full on forceful stream of ice cold water hit onto her. She covered her face in attempt to keep the water out of her eyes and coughed as some had been unintentionally swallowed in the process. "Stop it!!" She yelled.

But it was long from over. Once washed off she was dragged off down the corridor in a fit of rage as she was thrown into ANOTHER cell and tossed what felt like some sort of clothing her way. It was thin material. "Not very suitable for warmth." She thought bitterly. Slowly she got up and put it on anyways seeing how it was honestly better then nothing.

She was quickly met with 2 new cold shackles put on her wrists and ankles in the midst of the darkness. She didn't even realize there were chains on the ankle cuffs until she got up to move forward. She stumbled landing flat on her face against the cold stone. "Oww..." She groaned to herself as she pushed herself slowly off the ground and began carefully this time shuffling forward to her next destination as the guards guided her out to a turbolift. She tried figuring out what her fate would be in this prison. She knew she just had to try and stay alive. Unfortunately for Kita, she felt sharp spurs on her wrists begin to rub along her tan skin. It was painful to say the least. She tried avoiding moving her wrist as much as possible to avoid damage to herself. She was already gaining bruises on her body from her defiance alone from the disinfecting process.

[Jacobi Wylcott]

The guards and the prisoners took the lift down into the depths of the Spire’s core. The further down the lift went the colder and the worse that the feeling of loneliness and dread that one would begin to feel. Screams echoed through the distance as the lifts passed through the floors where the Spire’s interrogators enacted their craft in repetitious fashion. By this time Kita’s and the other prisoner’s eyes would be adjusting to the poorly lit areas of the Spire and they’d find themselves on this lift going ever downwards until they reached the cell blocks.

There was no general population here in the Spire. It was a place where these worthless souls were sent to be forgotten. Every cell was isolated save for the doors which were iron bars. For those that were unruly, these criminals were taken down into the bowels of the prison where electronics and the modern day facilities vanished into the archaic past and the cells down in these lost reaches were completely cut off from everything and anything.

Then the lift stopped and the grated gates opened with a screech. The prisoners were shoved out of the lift into the awaiting brutish arms of a new set of guards. These guards were the interior staff and not as well equipped with lethal weaponry as much as they carried non-lethal yet savage stun weapons. Droids were there too to assist with the more unruly prisoners. They were tired and overworked, not willing to entertain the slightest of defiance. This was where the prisoners were separated. Likely they would never again see one another - which probably wasn’t a bad thing seeing as they were mostly pirates and cutthroats anyways except for poor Kita.

Frogmarched away from each other they were taken away into the darkness. Kita was unceremoniously shoved, with an unlit stun baton in her back, into a large and damp cell. This cell was unlike the interior of the Spire she’d been in thus far as it was illuminated and filled with furnishings. Her eyes would be instantly violated by the brighter lights and she wouldn’t have time to react once her blue eyes identified the single bench in the middle of the room with severe looking restraints.

Fight as she did, she was no match for the droids that got involved and forced her onto the uncomfortable chair where her currently equipped shackles were utilized to bind her fast to the chair.

The guards and droids left the room and the cell was sealed tight to leave Kita alone for the first time in the weeks since she’d been captured. She was finally left to her own devices. Here she was left indeed - two long hours. Not a single soul entered the room nor did she hear anything but the wailing of her fellow prisoners crying through the walls and promising the same fate to her.

Soon the echo of footsteps could be heard - and they were coming her way.

[Kita_Ikari]

She felt incredibly uncomfortable as she noticed a few of the prisoners glancing in her direction on the lift. She seemed to be the only female trapped on that elevator with the bunch, and that's what was so unnerving for her. She tried to ignore it and instead watched...focusing as they decended into the depths of the spire. The distant echoing screams of prisoners haunted her ears as they passed the floors of the spire. Again the cold bit at her. She wasn't accustomed to these sorts of conditions after growing up in such a heated climate.

As the doors opened and she was pushed along the corridor, Kita felt the baton at her back from the guard. "As if I haven't been beaten by one of those before." She thought to herself annoyed as she recalled back when Jacobi used one on her after she refused to stay quiet on his ship shortly after being kidnapped. Alot of things in this place were making her think of the mandalorian. Despite his rough and unpredictable personality, she had grown fond of him over the passing months she trained by his side. Kita didnt realize for months that she had grown affections for him. And in turn so did he. But both seemed to be quite oblivious of their feelings for one another. It was the year apart that Kita would be realizing that she did in fact have a romantic interest in him.

Stopping and being shoved into the cell, her light blue gaze adjusted to the sight of the lighting. Not seconds before noticing the bench in the middle of the room, she was forced into the seat, shackled to it and left for 2 hours on her own. She tested the restraints moving her wrists to check the weakness of them...but as expected...there weren't any. Kita sighed and tilt her head forward in annoyance. "When I get out of these restraints, I swear "someone" is going to get their ass kicked." She muttered.

She had been sitting there contemplating on her next move before she heard footsteps approaching. It sounded like to her they may have been stopping at her cell, but she couldn't be certain until they had arrived.

[Slade Xandir]

The Elomin walked briskly, facial features covered by a cloak's thick hood, and a ventilated full mask. Hyur'n, an unknown to many, zealot of another Lord, working on behalf of the Dark Lord's promise to have his family next on the torture tables should he not comply with the demand. He was Lord Garm's chosen executioner, and up until Lord Garm's own personal execution, he had served faithfully. Now, under the direction of a new Lord, he had to perform, or his family was his next victims. The humanoid had kept all identifying features hidden, his tools waiting in the basement's torture room. He had time, the rest of his time, for now. That's where he walked.

On the other hand, Kita had only just gotten snuggly set in for her nice stay within the Spire, however that someone that headed for her, a guard backed by another, had come to remove her for her massage and spa. She was going to get a nice treatment from Hyur'n. The primary guard stopped, leather boots stopping the squelching they did on the wet cold stone floor, just before her door. The cage bars and beyond facing out, nothing but shadows. Bellowing ignorantly loud in the darkness before him, he guard instructed Kita, "Alright little girl," just as a warning siren triggered on his holowatch, mentioning an attempted escape by a tenant of the Spire. Not even a minute late, the red flashed back green-
Kill, confirmed. The tenant chose to end their stay in the Spire a bit early.

"Hands out, and follow em, kid." The devaronian pair waited, stunners in hand. While Kita supposedly moved towards them. Or while she was meant to be.

[Kita_Ikari]

The light in the cell was to bright for her to focus on the guard whom had stood outside in the hall of her cell. "Alright little girl..." Was all she heard before the sound of a alarm set off and quickly stopped. She had a feeling something bad had happened. Namely to someone seeing the alarm stopped so abruptly after starting.

As she was unchained from the seat, but cuffs still on her wrists and ankles, she was quickly ordered to get up and follow the guards out of her cell. She didn't want too. Honestly she had a feeling things were going to be getting alot worse as her stay here continued. But already being beaten down a couple of times today, she wanted to avoid herself further injury. However...unknown to Kita, that wasn't going to happen with the Elomin's plans in motion.

She got up, sore from sitting so long restrained for those two hours without any option of movement to be had. Hair still damp from the unwanted washing from earlier, Kita shook slightly from the chill she felt as the guards put more shackles attached to her cuffs. Quietly she followed them being led away into another location within the spire as she was sent off to her next trial of humiliation.

[Slade Xandir]

Whoever is reading this, ignore the previous two posts because the writers are def inept. thanks

Hyur'n entered the interrogation chamber with not as much spice as he typically had in his morning murders. Today wasn't a murder, but a torment sort of deal, and once the guards were stationed at the doors, now locked, the Elomin stood before the currently bound girl. She was small, thin, weak, already. She wouldn't survive half of the stuff he was wanting to do to her. But that didn't mean he was not going to proceed to do them.

Setting his bag of tools on the further counter as he pulled a filthy and encrusted rag from the decrepit bag. The rag had all kinds of stains, green, brown, dull red..

He smashed a hard hand against the top of her head, and gripped a fistful of dirty blond locks, slamming her head back against the headbench. The other hand balanced the nasty rag between his pinky and ring finger, while the others picked up the head strap, wrapped it around her forehead, and notched it tightly on the spike behind it. Now, as desperately as she might want to? There was no moving.

Hyur'n proceeded to watch her next actions, moreso getting a feel for her temperament. As though he was analyzing a bantha for slaughter, ensuring it's defects wouldn't get in the way of a sale.

"If you're honest, you might live." His vocalizer transferred the words to her.

[Kita_Ikari]

The lights blinded her vision from seeing the Elomin as he entered the cell. Once he stood in front of her blocking the light, she looked up to see the face of her torturer briefly as he turned away pulling out a bag of metal tools and other torture devices on a nearby table. Her blue eyes widened at the sight of them and the dirty rag that sat in the this guys hand before forcefully being pushed back against the headboard by the hair on her head. "HEY! UNHAND ME THIS INSTANT!!" Kita's natural reaction would have been to reach up and dig her nails in this guys arms for release... But that was impossible with her hands bound down in restraints against the bench. She had already attempted seeing if she could get out of them earlier...but to no avail.

Her head was swiftly tied back in place with a leather headstrap. She struggled of course, as he forced her into a fully immobile state. She was livid. She couldn't even kick the guy at all since her ankles were bound by shackles.

"If you're honest, you might live."
Kita's blue eyes narrowed, and confusion flashed through her eyes. "Honest!? What am I NOT honest about!? And what are you even talking about anyway!?" She asked angrily.