Drace Solus
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- Feb 15, 2019
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Prison, Nar Shaddaa
2143 Local Time
"Over here! To the prison!"
The riot had been going for a few hours now, mostly incited by Drace and Leandros, though he'd heard of similar, copycat efforts on other sides of the planet. Thus, Nar Shaddaa succumbed to chaos, countryman turning on countryman, not that there was anything surprising about it. The moon had always been a dog-eat-dog world—now, that had just been brought to the surface.
Ducking under the vibrosword of a Twi'lek junkie, Drace sliced through the man's torso with his beskad, then raised it up and pointed at the prison. He shouted those iconic lines again, and this time the mass of rioters listened.
"To the prison!"
Crime lords, sitting in their penthouses or bunkers, were likely rejoicing. Here were the citizens of Nar Shadaa, liberating their thugs. It was a good time to be a criminal. It was an even better time to be a Hutt.
The first rows of the crowd reached the entrance to the prison, a high-rise building that stretched for what looked like thousands of stories up. They crashed into the gate, literally trampling the guards under their feet, then got to work breaking down the massive durasteel door that had been locked to prevent them from getting in. Grenades and thermal detonators exploded every few seconds, sending the bodies of anyone near it into the crowd behind them.
The mass slowly began thinning at the front, and that's how Drace—who was slowly navigating toward the front, the tips of knives and barrels of blasters scraping against his armor—knew that they had breached the wall.
It was time to make a slug somewhere very happy.
@Deviant