Thani Maximum Security Prison Complex, Telos
Trouble on Telos! A maximum-security prison has been overrun by inmates thanks to unknown third-party help and sabotage. Local authorities are unable to neutralize the threat and secure the facility, and so they have called upon outside aid. The Jedi Order has sent two of its peacekeepers – Councilor Kaisa Vanloa and Knight Eirik Sunwielder – to help contain the threat and reestablish order in the area.
Eirik turned his gaze skyward to watch the gathering clouds. They were thick, lumbering things, laden with rain and darkening the morning sky. The growing wind whipped his cloak and threatened to tear it free from his shoulders to join the other wayward paper and trash flitting through the air. He figured it would be another half-hour before it began to pour. It was going to be a bad one.
A gloved hand scratched idly at his beard before he dragged his gaze back down ahead at the prison. It was a towering structure, impressive in its own right. There was no easy way to approach it on foot except by the single highway leading to a small shipping bay; the rest of the traffic to-and-from here stopped at the landing pads that jutted out like small thorns from the complex.
Eirik found himself on one such platform, just large enough to house his ship and maybe three others. A defensive cordon had been established by whatever authority managed to escape the prison during the riots, and now all the landing pads were locked down tight. It was only a matter of time before they, too, were overrun by the newly freed prisoners within. Guards trained their weapons ahead on the entrances from the prison, awaiting the emergence of any criminals bold enough to seek the outside. Already, a few corpses lined the walkway, blaster marks seared into their flesh as if they were little else than training targets.
Eirik was here on mission by the Order along with one of the Councilors. Two Jedi were all that they could spare to seize the prison, but it was all that they needed. Each Jedi was worth ten, no, fifty mundane soldiers. He had no doubt that they would find a way to bring order to chaos. At the very least, he was looking forward to the fight. What were they up against, brutes with metal pipes and handmade shivs? The corner of his lip tugged slightly upward at the thought, but the realization that these vagrants had unfettered access to looted arms and armor quickly wiped it from his face. Hubris was the downfall of plenty, and he ought remain mindful to watch his own.
One of the law enforcement officers made their way over to the Jedi and stopped a few feet away before throwing up a hasty salute. She looked battered; dark bags sagged underneath her eyes and a gnarly pair of bruises on her cheek had begun to grow yellow as they healed. She’d probably kept awake via stim, and the effects of chemical exhaustion were growing readily apparent. A blaster hung via sling around her shoulder and her helmet, no, her entire uniform, looked a size too big for her. Her rank suggested she was in charge, but her age and attire made it seem like she was just one of the fortunate few to escape the inside before being thrust into command. Her superior and comrades were probably dead, or worse, inside. Poor girl, Eirik thought to himself.
”Morning ser, ma’am,” she said wearily, dropping her salute, ”Corporal Aiko. When we sent the distress call for aid, we hadn’t expected… erm, Jedi to answer. I’ve.. never met a Jedi before, but if the stories are true, you might be able to help us here.”
Eirik idly toyed with a small bone trinket hanging around his neck, his attention turned in deference to the Councilor to see if she would answer before he did. The first rain drop plopped squarely on his forehead, earning a frustrated grunt. He never was much of a meteorologist.
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