Escape from Velucif Bay (Ask/Invite)

[Project]

Dark silence...
...the hour had come.
The day of defeation, the beast of vengeance had finally approached in the mere night on Velucif Bay, a prison so twisted so mad that it stood above the greatest psychopath in the Galaxy.A man, whom had been deemed the greatest War-Criminal the Republic ever saw, sat in a cell - resilient and calm.It was the hour, in which one person known as Dalen - would persuade a Guard into his greatest failure, ever done... and the how and why this was done remained in the mind of those who had been granted the knowledge of a plan, judging the history of the bay for ever.
Near the dark cell without any lighting, in a different one cell but in the same block, a Taung had sat waiting under the dim light of the small, and narrow room.The only sound that had been made, was the sound of a baton smacking against a skull ... "crack" it finally made, as it crippled an inmates leg after it received a direct, critical hit by one of the sick guards that roamed inside the walls of the Bay itself...
"Ple...ase, stop it I gi...ve up, have mercy!?!" - the poor man cried out on the floor, wailling and craving for the Mercy of a man whom had no emotion that would permit this, and so he perished under the final swing on the blunt object, as it smacked his head and cracked it open.
"Ha, another one for the morgue it seems.", was a comment said by the one, whom murdered for the kicks - the poor lust of blood.Little did he know, that these moments were the last of his live, and so Nikolai smiled for just a moment, as suddenly the light went out - the cells door just went open and the guard looked nervously around.It knew something... it knew that a riot was about to begin and logically, these were the right thoughts.
Darkness.
Silence.
The Fear... of death.
It struck into the hearts of the guards as they stormed down the corridors, in order to secure the power-station.
As they moved in groups of two, it was just so simple and yet so moronic when they stormed by the cell of Nikolai, whom had allready stood up and walked in the darkness through the narrow cell, awaiting the guards to storm by.And so he awaited them, but only for mere seconds - he knew what would happen - he pulled a guardian into his cell, the comrade of one instantly hearing the beatings and the smacking of ones fist against his fellow brethren.
And then, a pain filled, sick scream left the Rodians mouth, as Voi'un took his life forcing him to draw an eternal breath.
The plan, had just begun, but it was ready to be executed.

[NOTICE: Anyone can join just ask and find a way to join the Prison in its riot - there are more then two-hundred cells in each Level of the Prison and there are more then ten, so places to join are Inevitable.] - Sponsored-By-Niner_

-Posting Order-
After Importance of the Characters

1. Rastaman
2. Niner
3. Hakim
4. BringMeTheHorizon
5. Mercl

 

[Niner]

Ser'eph Curoth, Mandalorian warrior in exile, sat patiently in his small cell. The plan was about to come to fruition, and they would escape from this hell hole and exact vengenance on the demonic guards that had kept them enthralled for all these years. The lights flickered and went out as the low hum of the power vanished, replaced by a silence broken only by the guards hurried footsteps and rapid breaths.

Ser'eph bided his time, waiting for the right moment to strike. A guard passed his cell and he reached out, grabbing the man around the neck and twisting it so that his head spun a full 360 degrees around, the snap of bone was muted by the expletive from the guards partner. He charged Ser'eph with his billy club, the clumsy attack was easily sidestepped and, grabbing the guard's wrist, Ser'eph cracked multiple bones in the man's arm, grabbed the club and with one mighty swing crushed the guard's skull into pieces, brain matter splattering against the wall of the Mandalorian's cell. He walked gracefully out into the hallway, dropping the club behind him as he left his cell.

 

[Horizon]

Prison is the last place any man wants to be.
Kuursk could of avoided being thrown into prison but it was inevitable.
So what if he had just a couple of drinks and some guy dared him to shoot the bartender? No big deal right? Well obviously it gets you going in the direction of prison.

But laying in bed was the next best thing to do.
Scratching a row of lines in the wall and exing them out one by one, Kuursk was waiting for the inevitable. Today there would be freedom in these halls.
A man by the name Nikolai had a plan. A good one at that.
And he was crazy enough to follow through on it.

Infact just by saying his name, Kuursk felt chills go up his scales.
Now all there was to do was wait. And hopefuly he wouldnt get a wookie as a cellmate in the mean time. Those guys can be a little to manage in such small quarters. Their was enough of them that were criminals so all Kuursk could do was wait and pray.

Not even minutes went by before his prayers were answered. Darkness fell over the cells and the guards were scrambling like mynocks to get into cave and out of the sun.
Nikolai followed through on the plan and was going to get us out of the hell hole they called Veluclif Bay. And if anyone could do it, it was Nikolai.

 

[Project]

One.
One last fist rained down upon the face of the Rodian before Nikolai had left him alone, walking slowly out of his cell in the darkness stumbling around.
Blood and a few drops of the Rodians spittle made their to way from his fingertips, down to the floor.Harrowing he had executed the Guardian whom oversighted his cell for years - it was mere luck that Nikolai gripped him out of the two.From the other side he suddenly heard bones cracking, and so he smirked - he knew that the Taung possessed skills above his in close-quarter combat, and so respect had grown on both of their sides for each other.

Resiliently Voi'un had left the cell, spittle and blood still dripping from the edges of his fingers, blood decorating his facial lines... and with one hand sweep, all had sweeped away into the jumpsuit of the Guard.
He only nodded to the Taung once he saw his conturs in the dark, nodding towards his glowing eyes as he knew and expected he would sight him quickly enough.Yet to assure he wasn't mistaking him in the dark silence that stood before them both, the words were simple.
... "The riot, has begun its first moves - Artifice, shall face its end.", he told him as the screams of the Guardians and the Inmates alike followed from the block of cells ahead.

 

[Merc|]

Journal Entry 52
Day Six at Velucif Bay.
Translated from Shyriiwook

<<They intercepted me when I came out of hyperspace to refuel. The bastards. They brought me to Velucif Bay for holding until I could be transferred back to Kaan Asylum. I'm not going to let that happen.>>

<<They took the ship and the droid. I don't really care for the ship, I can always get another one, but the droid was important. I need it back. In my time here there has been rumors of a break out, a prison riot. I plan to join in.>>

<<They cannot hold me>>

Zyyk was resting against the wall in his cell. He was bored and was waiting for the riot to start, if it would start. Every day he had been here people had been saying "tonight". Each night nothing would happen.

Suddenly, the lights went out and Zyyk heard dozens of guards rush by his cell. This could only mean one thing: The prison break had started.

As gunshots and screams could be heard in the distance Zyyk stood up.

It was time.

 

[Niner]

Ser'eph nodded in the darkness, "And we shall be free of these shackles that bind us my friend. May the Manda protect us as we move forward."

He heard the scuffing of boots running along the hallway behind him as a panic stricken guard was running, looking over his shoulder. He never saw the Taung standing there. Ser'eph thrust out one arm, close-lining the guard and throwing him to the ground, pinning him there with one might grip.

He recognized this guard, the one that had first overseen him, Ser'eph still had scars on even his thick and tough Taung skin from the beatings this craven had given him.
"You're lucky, I don't have time to make you hurt as much as you made me hurt."
Ser'eph grunted with the effort of picking up the guard, but the man was relatively short, only five foot eight inches. He then slammed the man down onto one of the foot long release switches on the wall, the switch passing clean through his chest. The guard's mouth started leaking blood, he would die within moments.

"Now, let us move, to freedom."

 

[Jiang Winters]

Terrorist! Cop-killer! Murderer! - Those words, and others like it, cut the young Kasa Horansi to the core as the guards yelled and screamed them into his ears. The first hours of his time spent within Velucif Bay had been a living hell as he found out, first-hand, what it was like to be beaten with a stun rod. They had tried to break Jinhai. The guards thought he was a terrorist. Never once did anyone stop to wonder if the feline really had any idea what was in the package he had delivered. Nay; they merely decided that he was guilty, and proceeded to punish him for his perceived sins.

The sienna-furred feline could still feel the burn of the stun rod against his back. He could still feel where it slashed across his shoulders and chest, smacked his thighs; crushed his tail between the rod and the floor. They had beaten him down and humiliated him... And at the same time, hardened the smuggler. The way his screams for mercy had gone unanswered caused fury to build within his heart. An unbridled hatred for the guards dwelled within Jinhai, and it only grew with every passing minute.

Understandably, when the chance to gain both his freedom and his revenge came around, he snapped it up without a second thought.

It had been a month since he had first been beaten. He was healed now. His body was tensed and ready for the battle to come. It was all-or-nothing for him. Either he escaped Velucif Bay, or he died trying. One way or another, though, he'd never be returning to his cell. Right on time, the lights went out. The cell doors slid open with a clang a moment later. He growled softly and extended his claws from his fingertips. He'd been cautious to keep from extending them before, so that the guards wouldn't think to de-claw him or dull his claws. And so, he was now armed with ten little razor-sharp knives, each of which he was more than willing to use to eviscerate every guard in his path until he could get his hands on a real weapon.

The Kasa Horansi quietly crept from his cell and glanced down the corridor in both directions, his ears perked up and twitching excitedly like a cat stalking its prey. He could hear guards approaching in his direction; he ducked back into his cell and let them pass. The moment the duo had passed him -both humans- he slipped out from his cell and lunged at the chubbier, slower of the duo. He clamped a hand over the man's face and pressed his claw-tips to his throat. "I have knives too, bitch," he hissed into the man's ear as the pudgy human let out a muffled scream of terror, a scream that quickly died down to a pathetic gurgle as he found himself with five deep gashes slashed across his throat, courtesy of Jinhai's claws.

He shoved the dying guard to the ground and relieved him of his stun baton. By now, the guard's pal had realized that his friend was dead and had spun around on his feet. Too late! An enraged kasa horansi was already upon him, swinging a crackling stun baton at his face! The guard lifted his baton to block the incoming blow, only to discover that it was a feint. Jinhai let the guard deflected the haphazard blow, then pretended to stumble back, encouraging the human to press the assault.

The man bellowed and lifted his baton above his head as he charged Jinhai. The cat simply side-stepped the guard's lazy blow, and smacked him in the back of the head with his stun baton as he passed. The man cried out in agony and collapsed onto the ground. Not about to let a guard slip away unscathed, Jinhai lifted his boot and brought it smashing down on the man's skull, driving his face into the floor-grating and crushing his skull underfoot. He paused to wipe a his boot off on the guard's clothing, then turned, and dashed down the corridor to meet those responsible for initiating the prison break.

 

[Project]

Echos...
Pain and death.
These emotions could be heard through the tone of the screams that hallowed from the corridor ahead.Nikolai twitched his neck to the right, to the left and made himself ready for combat... but there was a sound that follow the echo that disturbed smaller men of the galaxy easily - footsteps, into their direction.
Who knew what would come?Awaiting the enemy, was a failure he wouldn't give himself this time.The guards merely moved in groups of two - and he only heard two steps each time.Clearly, this was an inmate, but he didn't know or expect whom would come.No... he kneeled down near a guards body that he had beaten to death - and with bloody hands he reached under the guards corpse.

A baton...
A simplistic weapon for the primitive men that roamed through the inside of Velucif bay,and hailed over it.Not even a single word passed his smirking lips as he stared at the weapon for a moments, it felt like a dagger - a weapon much more civilized then the blunt object he was forced to use, but then the smirk went a way as he felt the object more and more.
It was too heavy for a knife, to light for a short-sword and the form too pipe-like.The illusion and wish of regaining the old sword he once possessed went away, and he stood up - walking slowly out of the cell (blood no more dripping from his hands, the spittel allready gone lying in a lake of fluid).
He waved Ser'eph to follow him, the baton in his hands and hopefully the Taung at his side as he strided forwards through the corridor.

 

[Merc|]

The door of Zyyk cell opened up. Zyyk walked out and knocked into a guard who was running by. The guard fell down and looked up at the massive wookiee. The last thing he ever saw was Zyyk's foot coming down on his face. Skull crushed, he died instantly.

There were several things this guard had that would be useful to Zyyk. A gun, a stun baton, and his radio. The gun and the stun baton would have to do in the way of weapons until Zyyk could find his way to the guard barracks where his weapons were almost surely waiting for him. And then there was the question of getting the droid back. But Zyyk would think about that when the moment came. First, he had to fight for his freedom.

The radio would help by informing Zyyk of the guards's plans. Since all the radios were on the same frequency, Zyyk would learn what the guards were planning to do to counter the riot.

Zyyk looked around. The prisoners who had been here longer than Zyyk, which was most of them, were enjoying the death of the ones who had kept them imprisoned for so long. They had all been beat with the stun batons when the first got here to "discipline" them. Zyyk had never gone through that at Veculif Bay in the six days he was there, as the Kaan Asylum wanted to do it themselves once they got him back.

Zyyk kept scanning the area. He was looking for a light skinned human with yellowish hair who was almost surely with a Taung. They were the ones who had planned the prison break. If Zyyk joined them, it would increase his chances of getting out.

Zyyk spotted the two and jogged over. To show that he wanted to help them, he killed a guard with a stun baton and then nodded at the two.

 

[Horizon]

Freedom at last! The doors to freedom were open and Kuursk jumped up out of bed and ran out to the now hectic that were filled with blood and violence. But of course things werent going to be this easy as to just leaving out the front door. Kuursk figured he needed to find Nikolai since he was the orchestrator of this whole deal. But a security guard had other plans for Kuursk. Already in a full sprint after Kuursk there was only a mtter of seconds before the impact of the man's baton would take place.

Thinking quickly, Kuursk bent down, arched his back and ran torwards the guard bent on giving him a beat down. Running straight into the guard, Kuursk flipped the guard over his back causing him to go face first into the concrete. The man was struggling to get back up as Kuursk turned around and eyed his gun and cuffs. Slamming his foot down the guard's hand and head, Kuursk took the blaster pistol and tucked it away within his jumpsuit.
Taking the cuffs and key to them, Kuursk grinned at the next thought of
his next plan.

Forcing the man's hands behind the one of the poles on the railing, Kuursk locked him in place. The man was quite furious by this action, Kuursk patted his head and laughed.

"Try and not to strain yourself."

Noticing Nikolai and the rest, Kuursk walked over the bodies of the beaten guards and stood by the rather large wookie.

"Kuursk at your service."

Giving off a wild grin, Kuursk flashed his fangs and was delighted to be underway.

 

[Niner]

Ser'eph followed Nikolai confidently, in reality, they owned Veluclif Bay at this point. Two beings who had each been imprisoned here for years now we running it. All was going exactly as planned, and they even had other cons following them. Though Ser'eph, not being a criminal himself in the true sense of the word, was rather wary of most of them. He made sure to take a small boot knife off of one of the guards, technically the guard shouldn't have even had something like that.....but they never followed their own rules.

He turned to Nikolai and spoke softly, "Are you sure it is smart to let all of these beings trail us?"

 

[Jiang Winters]

It took only a few minutes of walking to come face-to-face with Nikolai and his Taung comrade, Ser'eph. Ser-eph. Even now, after the month he had spent in the block, hearing gossip and rumors about the men, he still couldn't get the Taung's name right. As such, he'd gotten into the habit of just calling the fellow 'Shan'. It meant mountain in his native tongue, and if half the things he heard about the Taung were correct, he would be as unmovable as a mountain in his resolve. Of course, the same could be said for Nikolai, though the man didn't get a nickname as Jinhai could actually pronounce his name without difficulty.

"Nikolai, Ser'eph!" the Kasa Horansi called out as he raced towards them, alerting the duo to his presence so that they would not be surprised by the sudden appearance of a clawed, fanged, baton-wielding smuggler. Once he slowed down and walked towards them, he gave a quick nod of respect to each, then glanced around. He thought about making a humorous quip about the number of bodies he saw and how they should stack them into a barricade, but he thought better of it. Now was the time to get the hell outta dodge, not sit around joking.

 

[Project]

Step after step...
... he had slowed down as he realised that he whom he had wanted to attack, was one of the inmates silently listening to his discussion with his allies.
Two others followed them, and now they were five - but Nikolai wasn't suspicious due to the fact he knew them (but little did a few of them know he observed them whilst they were still "inprisoned".)
Resiliently, he walked over to Ser'eph, nodding towards him and then looking at the group."I know you all... your names and your skills.I'm Nikolai, as the Man infront of me called Jinhai said.This, is Ser'eph, and I also know the names of you two..." he nodded towards them "But we got no time to dawdle, we go to move.The guards are heading our way - I hear them allready.So let's go!"!
He somehow expected them to follow him, as he waved them into his direction running down the corridor, but as informed as he was, little did he know the Corridor ahead lead directly into the Junkyard - in which the riot took it's full expense.

 

[Niner]

((**** shit damn.............))

Ser'eph waved the others past him as he took up the tail of the small band.
"The guards are in close pursuit, we need to move fast if we are to get out of here." He called up to Nikolai.

His warrior senses told him that something bad was up ahead, something....big.....

 

[Jiang Winters]

Jinhai fell into step in the middle, running with his riot baton in hand and secretly longing to get his hands on a good blaster pistol. He didn't particularly like up-close-and-personal fighting. He didn't have the physical strength for it, but at least he was as nimble as a cat... Literally. He was ready for whatever lay ahead, though. One way or another, he was going to escape the prison; be it on his own two legs, or in a bodybag. Naturally, with Jinhai being Jinhai, he infinitely preferred the 'own two legs' thing. He liked plans that didn't end with, y'know, him dying.

 

[Horizon]

Falling in at the back, Kuursk pulled out his blaster pistol he had picked up earlier and aimed it directly down the hall. If anyone were to attack from the rear, Kuursk would know it for sure. He was already getting ancy to breathe some fresh air all the while trying not to go into some type of frenzy.

'I dont know about you guys but I cant wait to taste some freedom!"

Rish then followed his sentence with a loud hiss directed at the guard who he had knocked out earlier who was now coming to. Pointing the blaster directly at his leg, Kuursk squeezed off a shot that missed and caused the man to squirm and scream in terror.