Trael had been betrayed, discarded, and taken for a fool. Normally, he would sweep his misfortune under the rug and keep it moving, but he was beginning to realize that his old way of doing things was setting him up for failure. He had been able to lower his sentencing to seven years, or three and a half on good behavior. His plan was simple, keep his head down, do some soul searching, and reanalyze himself and his ways.
He was in his cell meditating. It had become a daily routine of his over the last few days. He spent his time in meditation mostly reflecting so far. He knew some of his weakness but as he reflected he discovered more. He wanted to breakdown those weaknesses and figure out how he could address them, todays was his habit of letting his guard down.
As he quietly meditated, going through an analyzing his failings, he heard the cell door open his gaze quickly shooting upwards. At the door was two guards flanking a large indigo Trandoshan. They ushered him into the cell closing it and walking away.
The Trandoshan glared down at Trael sizing him up, "I'm Bruno. What's your name?" Trael looked up in surprise, seemed he wasn't fighting his cellmate on the first meeting. "I'm Trael, what are you in for?" Bruno looked towards the unused bed and sat down he seem contented with being amicable. "I tried borrowing a party yacht and taking it for a spin, you?" Trael got up and moved to sit in his bed, "Excessive force in self defense."
