BABY WE WERE BORN TO RUN

[maskormods]

WHO: EVERYONE
WHERE: THE STREETS OF THE CITY
WHEN: Duration of the event
WHAT: PRISONER TRANSPORT/RESCUE
WARNINGS: Violence and language likely
OOC NOTES: This is a starter log to help kick off the event. Feel free to use or post your own!

The transport process isn’t a fun one. Captured Metas are outfitted with power-nullifying handcuffs and collars, chained into the back of a heavily armored prison transport vehicle. Normally there’s a huge procession that goes alone with this: more back up vehicles, overhead support, government loyal metals in every vehicle. But this rush of new arrivals has pushed the system to its limits- there’s never been a need to accommodate more than a specific number of known Metas. It has the guards in the vehicles on edge, jumpy as they try to navigate through the City without the usual back up. And it’s a strain the resistance is more than ready to push to the breaking point.

In addition to transporting new arrivals to their reprogramming, there are the already-present Meta prisoners that must still be shuffled around, causing a mix of old and new in the vehicles. And irresistible targets for liberation for the resistance groups. When the transport is hit, which will the new Metas side with? Your captors you may still be able to gain a comfortable life working with? Or the rebellion fighting their way into the vehicle?

Comments

[fettchquest]

That’s not how it works. The Empire may be the law in the galaxy, but he isn’t a stormtrooper, to be at their unquestionable beck and call. He can say no—has said no before—and the Empire knows better than to try and change his mind. They wouldn’t want to jeopardize his future cooperation. Or their own lives, for that matter.

That’s why it doesn’t make sense that Fett finds himself instinctively tensing at the man’s words. They’re not real. So why do they feel like a threat?

“You talk too much,” he says, voice dangerously low. “I can fix that, if you insist.”

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

Jacob gives a grimacing half-smile even as he once again tenses himself for an expected blow.

"You were okay with me talking before," he says, looking into the T-shaped visor without blinking, trying to get a glimpse of the man behind it. "Did I touch a nerve?"

It would be easier to just shut up and cooperate. But he can't. It would feel like a betrayal of something.

[fettchquest]

“No.”

The prisoner is making too much noise. That’s all. The words themselves are meaningless. Fett walks towards him again, hand moving to his blaster a second time. A stun round in the center of the man's chest at this range should put him out cold for a while.

“I just have limits to my patience.”