Open Absolution

[Darth Tempest]

Despite the fact that several hours had passed, Vahliri was still reeling from her conversation with Emryc. She’d been manipulated by the President and would be transferred into Jedi custody without much more delay, but it was her final moments with the man that had continued to linger on her mind - sending her thoughts into a frenzy. It was the gravity of that final revelation - the knowledge that the Dark Lord had played them all from the very beginning - that weighed down on her. It almost eclipsed the pain that the half-Annfyn felt with every intake of air - courtesy of the cracked ribs she now bore.

Whatever else was lingering on her mind, Vahliri knew that she couldn’t afford to remain in her cell for much longer. She had only a precious window to attempt an escape - one that would become almost impossible once she was transferred into the hands of the Jedi. Execution or being stripped of the Force was all that awaited the half-Annfyn if she allowed herself to be placed in their hands, and Vahliri would sooner meet death due to her own actions.

And so she waited, paying close attention to the personnel that monitored her prison cell. It wasn’t difficult to decipher that - to her surprise - security was only light at best, with a mixture of organic and droid armed guards patrolling just beyond the ray shield that bound her. Guard rotations were at regular intervals every two hours, with only a matter of minutes left before the next occurred. It provided her with a small opening, but it would have to be enough for the half-Annfyn to make her break.

And for those few remaining minutes, Vahliri waited patiently within her cell - carefully watching for her opportunity.

Spoiler: OOC note - Please Read!

This thread takes place immediately after this. Open to reasonable defense and opposition.

 

[Altair Din]

OOC: Note this is prior to the Sith/Imperial split and Altair assuming his new role and kicking Sith out

“A what now?” One of the guards could be heard saying close to Tempest’s cell.

“There’s a four horned perpetrator that’s playing loud music, dancing and…violently pelvic thrusting to the music right outside the facility.”

“How is this my problem?!”

“He has proven..elusive..any attempts at removing him have proven fruitless.”

“Fuck’s sake,” The guard growled, “I don’t get paid enough for this shit.”

This was followed by the only guard angrily storming away, leaving her briefly alone to her devices.

@Altaris

 

[Anai Skhess]

Patience was one of the inquisitorium's greatest tools. The sith had been taking blow after blow and most of it had come from jumping the gun too quickly, lords trying to strong arm everything, previous leaders taking wars without proper preparation. The sith had discarded their cunning for arrogance the last few years and it had made them return to the shadows, but not her, not Anai, for she had waited a long time to rescue her friend and leader, her emotions set her free, but they didn't force her to be impulsive.

Before the reality check that was being defeated by the ISC and then kicked out of the Empire, the sith would've probably tried a frontal assault, not unlike the battle on Coruscant. Now, however most of them knew that was impossible and, if anything, would only wait for their current dark lord to die before fighting each other over the position.

There weren't many that could be trusted to lead the sith, nor were there any trusted to rescue Darth Tempest, no this would befall to a single inquisitor for now. Lay in hiding and looking in the distance, Anai had been waiting for a long time to start her rescue attempt, waited for when the security was at its lowest. And now that a random person she couldn't quite recognize from where she stood distracted the guards she had to take the chance.

Anai would try to sneak inside the prison while the guards tried to deal with the Tiefling hooligan, she moved swiftly yet silently past them, wearing nothing but black robes and her inquisitor helmet, painted black for this occassion. Knife in hand should she need to dispatch of any guard inside, she used the force to look ahead, making sure to sense any security cameras that could be inside the facility in order to abuse their blind spots, as well as spotting guards before they spotted her.

Slowly but surely, she would make her way towards Darth Tempest, towards Vahl. Although the Kaleesh would've done this had it been any other dark lord the one in need of a rescue, she felt like she had lost enough. She wouldn't lose no one else, not without trying at least.

@Altaris

 

[Thel Xeros]

Thel crouched in the darkness. His black cloak, which covered his robes of the same colour, meant he was well-concealed in the shadows. He was resting, having just taken some time to gently ‘persuade’ a guard to provide him with information regarding the austere prison facility. The guard’s disappearance wouldn’t go unnoticed for too long, so it was important to get moving soon. The guard had let slip that there was a service hatch on the exterior of the building, thus giving Thel a way into the prison. He wouldn’t usually take risks like this, but times were difficult for the Sith. Latching onto more powerful Sith would give him a greater sense of security.

Thel looked up at the vast grey wall, which loomed over him. He could just about see the service hatch far above. Scaling the wall wouldn’t be easy, but there were notches and recesses that meant climbing it was possible. Having taken some time to observe the patterns the guards followed when patrolling outside the facility, he knew he had a few minutes to make the climb. Thel grimaced as he gripped an indent in the wall. Here we go.

The climb had been difficult. Thel groaned as he hauled himself up onto the small platform next to the hatch. His fingers burned as he lay, catching his breath. Having taken some time to rest, he used the control panel next to the hatch to drag his body up. Nearly there. Unclipping his Lightsaber, Thel pressed it against the hatch’s lock. Igniting the saber, the metal around it fizzled and cracked until the hatch slid open. He switched off his saber and clipped it back onto his belt. Hopefully I won’t need that for a while. He took out a torch and shone it down the hatch. Empty. The hatch was narrow, but it was possible to stand. It took a bit of time to squeeze his tall slender frame through the small entrance. Was this designed for Jawas? Once inside, the lights automatically clicked on. Thel needed to crouch slightly just to stop his head hitting the ceiling. Putting away his torch, he slowly began working his way through the service tunnels.

 

[Darth Tempest]

Hours of solitude were finally disturbed by the voice of another security officer - stepping within earshot to inform Vahliri’s guard of the.. Situation, occurring outside. The mention of four horns and pelvic thrusting instinctively caused the half-Annfyn’s eyes to dart up with a rare look of genuine surprise, recognizing immediately who was behind the distraction occurring in the courtyard outside.

Her relationship with Altair had been on rocky and unstable terms since their falling out on Eriadu, with little made in the way to repair things. Despite the love that she knew that she still felt for the Tiefling, she didn’t allow herself to hope that he would attempt to aid in her escape from ISC custody. The fact that he did - despite everything - brought a faint, dimpled smile to her lips. Genuine and warm as she stared off into nothing at all.

The half-Annfyn glanced up as the guard left the cell block - leaving her completely alone for the time being. She knew at once that the opportunity wouldn’t last, and it would be her best chance at getting her cell door open and herself to safety. Her gaze immediately fell upon the ISC helmet that the guard had left behind in his haste to address the Tiefling. The single, not-bolted down item in the general area.

Without a word, Vahliri rose up from where she was seated in the prison cell - allowing the Force to flow vibrantly through her. She drew upon her own emotions and passion, fuel to the Dark Side that roiled within her. Reaching out behind her cell, the half-Annfyn coiled her grip around the helmet - pulling it towards herself with all of her might. In an instant, the half-Annfyn converted the protective piece of equipment into a projectile - aimed for the door panel that was positioned just outside and to the left of the shield.

It slammed harshly into the glass panel, shattering the touch screen and concaving the metallic casing. It sparked and crackled, and within a moment, the energy field that contained the Sith was dispersed. Slowly but surely, Vahliri stepped out of her cell - taking in a breath of the air just beyond the threshold. She allowed herself only a moment of pause before she began her slow stride outside of the cell block.

By no means as the half-Annfyn in the clear - with the rest of the facility to get through, and the necessity to do so discreetly. But she was one step closer.

@Sreeya @Versok @DMCK

 

[Altair Din]

“GET DOWN FROM THERE!”

Jammin' Music​

Altair was having a great time. Music blasted and he did a very energetic dance, staying to the beat. His tail swished to the rhythm and his limbs waved around happily. One of the guards aimed and fired his blaster. Altair conveniently did a swish with his arm as part of his dance routine, his Matukai glove deflecting the bolt and redirecting it to a second guard to take him out. The tiefling did a dramatic backflip right off the roof he was dancing on, landing in a crouch. He didn’t stop there, sweeping his leg out to drop a guard that was scrambling to shoot him.

Two more guards came charging at him and Altair swayed his hips and kept dancing to the toon, shaking his booty in the direction of the guards. As they leveled their blasters, he spun around and used the Force to make them abruptly pivot to face one another as they fired in unison, dropping them both.

Altair knew others were in the building and he hoped they were actually getting things done while he aggro’d virtually all the guards to himself.

Meanwhile, the Sith inside wouldn’t have a completely smooth right either. The facility was suddenly under lockdown, heavy, reinforced doors blocking access to different chambers or the way out. Only Thel (@DMCK )still had a path to move forward without having to waste time against a door or facing guards.

@Altaris @Versok