Castle Prison

*During the Clone Wars, Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi and ARC Trooper Alpha-17 were held in the castle's prison.*

*a HK-51 unit is stealthed awaiting orders*

*The purge of sentient beings also reached Castle Ventress and its prison. the weakest prisoners were allowed to live, being placed in the same energy harvesting cells as the other prisoners from the Great Droid Liberation. The others were killed.

Droids went to work converting the prison cells into more advanced energy harvesting cells for the new prisoners they planned on bringing in in the future.*

*hk-51 joins in on the fun of slaughtering pathedic meat bags unlike his employer and maker*

[NPC]HK-51[/NPC]
exclamation: DIE MEAT BAG SCUM!!!!! indulgence: oh i do lovit when they run in terror!
**catches up with a fleeing twilek then ripping off her lukka he proceeds to beat her to death with them then.grabs a gaurd by the face and gives him a quick jerk severing the connection between the spinal cord and brai leaving the man paralised to be put in whatever thoes containment units that the other droids are putting them in*
sadistic comment: don't forget to take notes on how to facilitate communication and terminate hostilites meatbag

*All manners of droids are busy at work upgrading the energy harvesting technology to make it more efficient and preserve the lives of their captives for as long as possible, not for their own dignity, but for the sake of making the most use of all energy sources.*

*A Force-sensitive woman with a moderate amount of training stages an escape. After breaking free of her energy-harvesting prison - which she had been using the Force to keep her energy from only being minimally harvested - she snatched a blaster from one of the guards and began blasting her way through her detention block until she was finally able to release the prisoners on her block. Three hundred beings grab what they can from the downed guards - their blasters, their parts, anything they could find, and set out to escape.*

*2000 B1 Battle Droids, 3000 B2 Battle Droids, and 20 Q-series Droidekas make their way to the dungeon to quell the uprising. After a 20-minute battle, all but 10 prisoners had been either stunned or killed. The last 10, including the woman who began it all, were cornered with 5 Droidekas pointed at them, shields up, ready to strike on command.*

==Force-sensitive woman==
*Speaks to her fellow escapees.*"There is no escape for us. Those who want to live, surrender now - we hold no ill-will against you. *Three prisoners hand their weapons to the others, lift their hands, and slowly walk between the droidekas to the droid guards who quckly restrain them with stun-cuffs and take them back to their cells.* "As for me..." *Cocks her weapon and takes aim. The others do the same.* "These droids..."

*That was all she was able to get out, as the chamber echoed with six well-aimed killing shots to her fellow fighters, and one stun blast to her own chest. And then everything went quiet, the woman was taken out of the dungeon in stun-cuffs, and the mess was cleaned up.*

*Continuing to talk on the comm, he makes his way deeper down into the prisons, inspecting.*

*Prisoners are found and liberated.*

*Shayla looked towards him as he spoke, though her eyes were drawn to her surroundings. The feel she got from this castle went along with what he was saying. It was reassuring to know that she wouldn't be following orders from everyone here, only the people that were following him. When he said he wanted her to keep a hold of "this", she was about to ask what exactly was she supposed to keep a hold of, but she heard him extract something, and with surprising accuracy she took it from his hand, easily recognizing the shape of a com unit. She raised an eyebrow when he said it was directly linked with his, but she nodded curtly. She was going to cooperate as much as she could. Failure to respond to his summons would be unfortunate? She was sorely tempted to see what exactly that unfortunate would be, but she didn't want to push her luck in this situation.

She followed him through the castle, stopping short when they reached a prison. The images that came to her mind were gaunt, haunted figures, trapped and wailing. She couldn't see the prison itself, but she could tell what it was and that somehow it was different... More comfortable than other prisons, yet somehow more restricting. It was an odd combination and an odd feeling she got from it. She frowned though when he spoke. This planet really seemed to just be in early stages of development and organization. And she felt bad that he would have to be restricted to a chair in a shuttle.

When he asked if she would be fine, she nodded. She continued to nod in a small way as he spoke. But when he did not leave she switched her gaze from the prison to him, using his small, shifting movements to locate him. She thought for a moment as to what she should say to him, if there was anything she needed to say to him. There was one concern, but it wasn't about her, but about him.*

I don't see it as right for you to have to stay in a copilot's chair. Is there really no other, more comfortable place for you to stay?

*It didn't seem quite right to her, for her to be in a more comfortable place than him. He was of more importance than she was. It was actually quite out of character for her, to be concerned for someone else, but in her situation, she thought it was best to act as politely as she could.*

*He had begun to walk away, but Shayla's words seemed to stop him in his tracks. It took him a moment to reply, and she could understand why. What she had just said was not like her at all, and she sensed that somehow, in their short meeting, he was able to sense that. When he finished speaking she wanted to argue, to tell him he was crazy and he could take the comfortable space and she would find somewhere else to sleep. And while the arguing was quite like her, what she was arguing for really wasn't. She didn't know what was going on with her. She hesitated a moment, trying to decide if she should argue or not. She decided against it, as she figured he would probably argue right back until she gave up and let him have his way. Shayla resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the stubbornness, but she knew that to be rather hypocritical, so she only nodded shortly. She turned her face away again as she let herself finish taking in the feel of the prison. If he had anything else to say to her, she would readily listen, but if he was done speaking with her, she would be more comfortable with him leaving so that no awkward silence stretched between them. Awkwardness usually led to an attitude with her, and that attitude could be rather icy. But as she stood there, she felt as if she should say something, anything that would make it sound like the conversation was over, so she quickly, quietly, and somewhat stiffly spoke the next words.*

Thank you accommodating me.

*Do whatever she wished? If only she had that freedom. But she felt somewhat trapped in this prison, as it was the prison's job to make a person feel that way. When he lingered a moment longer, she wondered if he would say or do something, but he didn't. He left after a moment and she relaxed slightly, stepping forward into the space. Shayla pressed a hand against the stone wall, slightly damp and cold, but she expected nothing less. As she gained a feel for the apartment, her mind wandered, wondering why exactly she had come to this place of all places. It was an abandoned world (or so it seemed). She had doubts of finding the assassin on this place. But she would try. That was the issue with tracking someone without anything to track them with. You had to take chances and you never knew where they were.

As her mind left that path, it went to Lapay no Ryu. Would he expect her to stay? Would he change his deal? Or would he stay true to his word and let her leave after she had done what was in the deal? She didn't know and she couldn't tell, and that fact disturbed her. Part of her wanted to trust him, to finally trust someone after all those years. But the other side of her mind, the one she had listened to for so long told her that she needed to get a grip on herself and keep a wary eye on him, make sure he wasn't only using her like so many others had.

She shook her head, shutting her eyes tight against the thoughts. She let her mind go blank as she got to the cell he had been talking about. With the com unit gripped tightly in her hand she entered it, not shutting the door just yet, only sitting down on the cot. In truth, she had nothing more to do for this night, there was nothing for her to do but think. And most of her wanted to repel against that, pushing away all of the heavy thinking she had to do. Instead, she made her eyes give her brain what they had seen when looking at Lapay. She was curious. Her eyes wouldn't give her amazing detail, but they would give her the general idea. He was tall and well built, she could tell that, but the image in her mind suddenly zoomed in to his eyes. Blank, black glass eyes. He was blind, like her. But with a slight difference. His eyes were different than hers, she could tell, but they did something special. She leaned her head against the wall in slight surprise. From the way he moved, the way he acted, she never would've guessed him to be blind. She guessed it just went to show that not everyone who was blind was handicap.

Shayla moved her eyes to the door. She guessed it was a bad idea to leave it open; one never knew who might come through. So, she lazily waved two fingers at it, letting the force gather in her and then flow through her arm, through her hand and to the door, hearing it shut with satisfaction. She relaxed once more, shutting her eyes to only rest, relax, free the mind. She never noticed the change from resting to the light sleep.*

*Zaeken slowly walks down the cold, stone steps of the dungeon. Striding further and further into the depths of the mountain, Zaeken approaches an isolated cell at the bottom of the dungeon. Placing his hand print upon the door panel, a light scans his finger-prints and hand shape. The door locks slowly clang open and the 8 inch thick iron slab slowly creaks open. Inside, a metal pedastal sits in the darkness with a faintly red glowing pyramid perched on top of it. Zaeken peered down at the glowing object for a short time and then spoke.*
I've returned my master. I wish to consult you.

*A swirling image dances above the holocron and manifests into a tentacled face and shoulders.*
I wondered when you would come to me again, my child. I sense confusion and concern within your blackened soul. Speak, child of destruction.

*Renovations and cruel innovations are made to the prison.*