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May. 30th, 2021 03:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sergeant_slickThey'd caught him. He knew where he'd slipped up, not that it mattered now. They'd marched him off to... nothing, probably. Not even a show trial, they wouldn't want to risk anyone knowing. Probably just execution. No, it'd looked like prison then execution, if he was lucky. If he was unlucky, the Kaminoans would take him apart first.
He'd only had a little time then, trying to plan a way out. Hard to do with a concussion, he couldn't make thoughts stick in his head for very long. Lots of stupid ideas came up, over and over. None quite as stupid as what actually happened, though.
Suddenly, miraculously, he was somewhere else. ...Just his rotten luck that this somewhere else was also prison, with execution still on schedule. Somewhere out in the middle of nowhere, primitive cells, gruesome-looking guards, nobody speaking Basic.
Until suddenly that changed too, because somebody shoved a sparkly bracelet in his hand. This was absolute dream logic, probably the fault of the concussion, but he was not questioning it. He was banging out of this place, as soon as his cuffs were unlocked.
Somehow he managed to sneak onto a boat, and get away clean. Clean-ish. He'd stripped off his plates, packing them up tight in a former sack of something-or-other, and only had to give one crewcritter a bit of brain damage to get out at the port. Easy. Apparently he'd been an idiot to not just try this the thousand times he'd fantasized about escaping, but it was done.
He was still going to stand out in his blacks, though. He kept to quiet corners for a while, stealing anything clothing-shaped as he went. After a while, he almost blended in. All he needed now was--
Oh thank hells, something with a hood. He'd be taking that now.
He'd only had a little time then, trying to plan a way out. Hard to do with a concussion, he couldn't make thoughts stick in his head for very long. Lots of stupid ideas came up, over and over. None quite as stupid as what actually happened, though.
Suddenly, miraculously, he was somewhere else. ...Just his rotten luck that this somewhere else was also prison, with execution still on schedule. Somewhere out in the middle of nowhere, primitive cells, gruesome-looking guards, nobody speaking Basic.
Until suddenly that changed too, because somebody shoved a sparkly bracelet in his hand. This was absolute dream logic, probably the fault of the concussion, but he was not questioning it. He was banging out of this place, as soon as his cuffs were unlocked.
Somehow he managed to sneak onto a boat, and get away clean. Clean-ish. He'd stripped off his plates, packing them up tight in a former sack of something-or-other, and only had to give one crewcritter a bit of brain damage to get out at the port. Easy. Apparently he'd been an idiot to not just try this the thousand times he'd fantasized about escaping, but it was done.
He was still going to stand out in his blacks, though. He kept to quiet corners for a while, stealing anything clothing-shaped as he went. After a while, he almost blended in. All he needed now was--
Oh thank hells, something with a hood. He'd be taking that now.
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Date: 2021-06-03 10:46 pm (UTC)The fact that he'd gotten handled lightly in prison was bothering him, though. Though honestly he'd been expecting to get his shit kicked in. "Where is this? Is this Republic territory, or..." He glanced up again at the city around them. Could be Sep space. Could be a Hutt-controlled planet, could be anywhere, but he couldn't imagine that the Republic would let him go that easy. Maybe this was a prison colony.