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[sergeant_slick]

They'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.

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[jeoha]

One had gotten away. That was the message. One of their kind had shown up in Unhalad's prisons again and been rescued, but was gone before they could get him where he needed to go. So, it was Lee Chang's work to go and find him and clean up.

It wasn't as hard as it would have been, a month ago. Lee Chang was starting to pick up some of the local lingo even when he didn't have his quartz handy, thanks to grudging if patient tutelage from his bodyguard. He'd been selling furs in the city for long enough now that he blended in - or at least as much as a man who was used to living in a palace could ever blend in.

So it was that he caught the nervous whispers about someone other shifting around the area. At first he was worried that it was about one of them, that they were drawing attention to themselves, but after a few hours he managed to narrow down the source.

Just as the man was trying to lift a cloak from a nearby open window, hung to dry.

He cleared his throat quietly from behind him.

"Don't. Not worth it."

Lee Chang would know - he was fully decked out in leather lined with soft white fur, carefully stitched to his size. Sometimes being a fur trader had its perks.