If you fall down maybe stay there and think about why

[Avin Halos]

Darkness...Falling... -Where am I?- laughter...blurry faces...

BEEP The alarm rang through the compound, echoing off the walls cutting into Avin's dream like a bullet in the night. Avin shot awake in a cold sweat as the prison came to life like a zombie rising from his grave. Other prisoners started to get up getting ready for today's "contribution to the new world". Avin stayed in bed deciding if he should accept death or continue with this torture of repetition. He juggled thoughts in his mind until a guard clanged on his stun baton on his cage of self pity. Get up prisoner! Don't make me come in there! He held back a fiendish reply, he knew better than to piss off a guard. I said get ready, Prisoner! With that final command he slid out of bed with the feeling of something different than despair and hopelessness, something told him in his gut, today was going to be different and he'd always trusted his gut. The guard satisfied his words had spurred him into action continued down the line of cells, with the occasional shout of motivation. Avin, finally ready, waited for the gates to open and the day to begin. BEEP the final alarm rang and all the cell doors slid open |All prisoners move to the transport immediately|. All the prisoners began the slow walk, well more of a shamble out to the transport truck, the occasional guard hitting a prisoner for encouragement. The all loaded onto the trucks with a slow and beaten down pace ready to start the day. The trucks rumbled to life and began their slow sluggish movement. Avin sat idly thinking if today would bring anything new...

[Rhoden Carbine]

Rhoden observed the proceeding with an impassive look. "Hmm. A bit overeager, those guards." Jorvan commented beside him, "We're here to observe, not discipline." Rhoden replied. The other man sighed, then smiled "Let's observe then." he turned abruptly and began walking down the stairs. Rhoden smiled and followed him.

Wherever they walked the guards straightened and were sure to behave in a civilized manner. One brave young woman stepped forward, "Sir!" she said, "Has our operation met with your expectations?" Rhoden turned his head to face her, "Your guards are heavyhanded, yet the discipline of the prisoners remains poor to say the least, and I would question if anything here has ever been cleaned." he said. She paled, "I apologize sir, we'll implement immediate changes." Rhoden said nothing more and continued walking.

[Raphael Xandir]

Darkness… Its what he thrived under, flourished in fact. The warm embrace of the blanket covered him, with it bringing solace to soothe the intensity of that task at hand. Light…. Light on the other hand, disrupted his work. It struck daggers into every inch of his being, distorting the plan to create an ineffective one. It was an inevitability he could not fight but simply had to work around. Light was gaining on him in the brisk hours of the early morning. Dawn was upon them and with it, bringing light to the day that would end the task at hand.

Heartbeats began to race - It was almost time - Time for liberation.

Silver eyes gazed at the convoy of trucks leisurely making their way down the road. Dawn followed right behind the convoy; bringing with it the light that would put them at a disadvantage. Still, they waited. Patiently crouching behind dirt cover on both sides of the road. His operatives were as well informed about the plan as they could be; all they had to do now was act on it.

A few more seconds, that’s all they needed… Just a few more while light waited.

Glances from the operatives diverted to the road, peering anxiously on the charges hidden beneath the dirt. The young Sith Raphael held the trigger for said chargers, his thumb hovering over the button, eager to ignite his mission. Still, he waited. Waited for the perfect time to strike, waiting for the convoy to fall directly in his lap.

3 Seconds… 2 Seconds…. Just 1…. The time is now…

Within a blink of an eye the convoy was disabled by electrical charges. The trucks halted to a complete stop as their electrical instruments malfunctioned. Dirt kicked up from the front and the rear of the convoy in a fiery blaze as actual charges exploded. Chaos ensued… Chaos under the soothing blanket of darkness.

During the madness, his operatives struck. Crimson fire flew through the air aimed directly at the convoy and the men that guarded it. Bodies dropped left and right, they didn’t see his operatives coming in the dead of night. There weren’t many guarding the trucks, they didn’t expect this; how could they?

Raphael moved to the back of one of the trucks, his plated bone armor hiding comfortably under his dark robe. Gloved hands grasped a smaller charge, placing it directly on the lock of the back of the truck. Him and the operatives stood back as they blew it, sending the doors flying open.

The Acolyte stood there confidently as he gazed in on the prisoners. “Ladies and gentlemen… Take me into your hearts and accept me as your savior!” he vocalized.

Before he could speak again, he was alerted to another presence nearby. A presence he had felt before, the presence of a fool. The Sith had to hurry and get these prisoners to their transport shuttle and fast, there would be backup soon enough.
Raphael turned back to the group; irritated he couldn’t go on his tirade. “It seems we don’t have much time,” he looked at them with sorrow.

“Three choices stand before you now, enemies of the empire!” his voice growing louder and louder as he paced.

“One. You can run away like a coward, trying desperately to be free of this place. Two. You can sit patiently and wait for the Imperial overlords to brings you back to your cell. Or Three. You can follow us into the darkness. We are in need of able body men and women for positions… Some might even have opportunities to join our Navy,” the young Sith proclaimed.

Quick and simple he left it. Raphael watched as some prisoners desperately ran from the roads away from everyone. Other cowered inside of the truck. Finally a select few moved out of the truck calmly to join him and his operatives while they awaited direction. The same happened with the rest of the convoy.

Raphael looked around, satisfied with the job being done. His boots turned on a heel and marched off towards their transport ship in the distance casually. Darkness still covered them, but soon light would take over.

[Neive Undant]

Neive kicked up his speeder, the 6 soldiers behind him on speeders of their own as they sped, hearing the charges go off. Neive and the others slowed and halted their speeders a bit away from the convoy, hearing the words of the man speaking to the prisoners.

"Or you can follow us. We need able bodied men and women..."

Neive scowled, knowing the tone already.

"Sith... let's move. Focus on the soldiers, let me face the commander. He's most likely a force user."

Neive took out his lightsaber, not igniting it yet as he moved towards the group.

Before long, the 6, behind cover, finally opening fire as Neive shot towards the speaker, holding the metal handle.

[Avin Halos]

The trucks continued onward in there slow sluggish movement, Avin sat in one simply frowning to himself, had he been wrong? No, maybe it wasn't due yet? Soon, it must be soon. But how long we here have to wait, was it a fluke a simple mistake for some bad food. But what if... He continued on in his ramblings as the trucks trekked onward.

[Avin Halos]

The trucks continued onward in there slow sluggish movement as Rhoden moved through the prison, Avin sat in one simply frowning to himself, had he been wrong? No, maybe it wasn't due yet? Soon, it must be soon. But how long we here have to wait, was it a fluke a simple mistake for some bad food. But what if... He continued on in his ramblings as the trucks trekked onward into the Sith's trap. As the remote explosives went off Avin smiled to himself, he was right, he knew he was. The ships door flew open and the Sith presented it self Avin frowned, the sith so angry and quick to conclusions, so forceful and demanding, disgusting. He simply ignored them and stayed inside the truck and waited for the guards to arrive.

[Rhoden Carbine]

Despite the questionable treatment of prisoners and general cleanliness it appeared that the facility was prepared to quickly deal with unexpected action. Chief example being that, within two minutes, Rhoden and the rest of Inferno Squad were riding out to meet the attackers on speeder bikes of acceptable repair.

More blasterfire sounded, it appeared there would be three sides to the battle... unless the Imperials could come to an agreement with the other force. "Oh this looks like fun." he said sarcastically. "I just want to go one week without being shot at!" Pyrs said.

[Raphael Xandir]

Raphael reached his shuttle just in time as chaos ensued behind him. The transport began taking off as the young Sith grabbed the bar to help the prisoners on up into the starship. They needed to be quick about it as the more and more men appeared in the distance to track them down.

As soon as the last were aboard the ship they took off into space barely escaping the grasp of the enemy. For now the Sith will have to do with the willing men and women that had just joined their ranks. They would be rewarded with a lifetime of glory and honor from the Sith.

[Neive Undant]

Neive looked up at the transport as he hooked the handle back onto his belt loop, shaking his head.

"Alright... They got volunteers. If they wanted our help, they'd have not boarded so quickly." Neive looked back to the truck, a lone man sitting inside. Neive looked at the forces racing towards them and sighed hopping in the back and kneeling in front of the man.

"Hey, I'm with the alliance... If you want, I can help you out of here. Freedom isn't an opportunity many would pass up..." Neive contemplated him for a moment.

"You didnt go with the sith... Means you at least dont like them. Want to do something about both them and the empire?" Neive put his hand out.

"Doesnt take much to make a difference."

[Avin Halos]

As soon as Neive entered the truck you could tell his mind was working, studying, questioning.

"Hey I'm with the alliance...Freedom...Sith...empire...difference"

He stared at the hand for a few moments, he never liked organizations much too much responsibility, but omg the other hand it was jail ah screw it he could leave as easy as 123. He then stand up by himself and exited the truck on his own "not like I have much options anyway." He turned toward Neive. "So we heading to a base or something?"