If she says she can do it, then she can do it
Characters: The Sith Military stationed at Korriban, Admiral Onya Saffron of the Republic Military
Location: Korriban Detention Center, Cell block AA23
Planet: Korriban
When: the end of this week
What: Someone let the angry Admiral out of her cage...mayhem and beat downs shortly follow
Rating: PG-13 to R depending on violence
Korriban Detention Center, Security and Surveillence Command Post...
The detention guard sighed before thumbing to another screen on his holoplayer. When he has been recruited to join the Sith Academy six standard months ago, playing babysitter to a few worthless political prisoners was not what he had in mind. But here he was, serving Revan's noble cause, by watching old holodramas and drinking tasteless caf.
Not exactly the life of adventure and glory he had planned on.
The pay wasn't even decent.
He sighed, shifting in his seat and grabbing his half eaten ronto burger off of the prison cell power supply console, chomping down and stifling a laugh when Nova ParaMour announced she was pregnant with a Twi'Lek dancer's child in granulated reception.
The guard didn't even notice someone was pointing a blaster at the back of his head until the round pierced his skull.
The guard fell lifelessly, his unblinking face colliding with the power console before his limp body rolled off the chair onto the command center's floor.
His assassin made no noise as they crossed the room, kicking the body away with the tip of their boot.
A slow hum escaped their lips before their finger descended on the control pannel for the cells.
Off goes the power.
Location: Korriban Detention Center, Cell block AA23
Planet: Korriban
When: the end of this week
What: Someone let the angry Admiral out of her cage...mayhem and beat downs shortly follow
Rating: PG-13 to R depending on violence
Korriban Detention Center, Security and Surveillence Command Post...
The detention guard sighed before thumbing to another screen on his holoplayer. When he has been recruited to join the Sith Academy six standard months ago, playing babysitter to a few worthless political prisoners was not what he had in mind. But here he was, serving Revan's noble cause, by watching old holodramas and drinking tasteless caf.
Not exactly the life of adventure and glory he had planned on.
The pay wasn't even decent.
He sighed, shifting in his seat and grabbing his half eaten ronto burger off of the prison cell power supply console, chomping down and stifling a laugh when Nova ParaMour announced she was pregnant with a Twi'Lek dancer's child in granulated reception.
The guard didn't even notice someone was pointing a blaster at the back of his head until the round pierced his skull.
The guard fell lifelessly, his unblinking face colliding with the power console before his limp body rolled off the chair onto the command center's floor.
His assassin made no noise as they crossed the room, kicking the body away with the tip of their boot.
A slow hum escaped their lips before their finger descended on the control pannel for the cells.
Off goes the power.