The energy barrier around Theta 12 rippled with the various new ships coming in. The large asteroid was a desolate rock, a small farm that produced just enough to feed any lowly slave was planted in the furthest corner, the soil not made for agriculture, the light subpar and the care given less than substantial leaving the crops small and shriveled but edible none the less. The new prisoners were escorted to the holding bay, led through corridor after corridor, seeing some things that didn't seem rational for a mining facility to have. Large rooms for medical testing it seemed, a huge armory, filled with more weaponry than the standard weapons of the new order. The new prisoners were thrown into a cramped area, one with a large wall before it made of some for of electric energy. A Cybernetically enhanced woman charged the wall, only to be shocked with nearly lethal amounts of energy and sent flying back into the crowd. The group was then left to wait.

As Orias and the rest of the "Prisoners" were thrown from the craft that had brought them to this hell-hole of a rock, he was starting to regret his decision a little. There was every possibility that he was going to die here. But that wasn't the thoughts of someone that was an Acolyte of The Chosen. He was going to make sure that he rescued his Nelvaanan friends and escaped with their lives. As they walked down the corridor, he drew a mental map of the place, making sure that he could retrace his steps to the landing platform if her were to get lost.

As they were corralled into a large area surrounded by a Ray-Shield, he watched a woman charge the barrier, only to get thrown bakc agross the room. He wasn't in any hurry to help her, due to it being rather obvious, even to a backworlder like him, that that probably wasn't going to work.

Kogo, itching at his side, wishing a blaster were there, servayed the cramped room for threats and potential allies. Knowing full well the fate he would be resigned to if left in the hands of the new order, he tallied up people who might help him get off this rock. An interesting couple of twi'lek, trandoshans are always tough... hmm. Just then

'BooOom fizZ'

Surely any woman brave, or dumb, enough to charge an energy field would come in handy.

Brax laughed at the woman, a normal chuckle with metallic undertones. "She is a fool. But she could come in handy for getting out, no?" He whispered to his friend, then gestured to a rodian observing everyone in the room. "He also seems like he could be of service, friend." Rishnot nodded, and looked at Brax. "It all comes down to you and me. Remember that, kid. Anyone could stab us in the back. Even allies." Brax laughed a bit louder, which was a mistake. They could attract unwanted attention. "Bad idea, friend. We may not be ready to show ourselves to these people. Not all of them could be our allies." Brax nodded solemnly. "Mark my words, Rishnot. It will not be long until we escape the hellhole called Theta 12."

Arla wandered the barren cold halls, one hand trailing along the smooth steel plates that lined the walls. She was allowed to roam free but she was a prisoner as much as any of those working the mines or the farms outside. The slender of limb, green skinned twi'lek, was both powerless and untouchable simultaneously. As the commander's pet none of the troopers would dare touch her. It was a paradox that was almost maddening.

Another troupe of prisoners was paraded past her, another spectacle of unfortunates that she dared not appear too interested in. This particular assortment was more than the typical, suddenly apologetic, formerly angry farmers that had been upset with their taxation. This was a motley assortment that looked like troublemakers. They did not bend their brows as the white armoured soldiers stalked past or shoved them along in their lines. Often they glared back only to receive an extra shove or even a rifle butt to the face.

Maybe these prisoners could get her out of here, she considered as one head tail slid across her collarbone. She honestly doubted any could but any slim possibility was better than waiting for the perfect chance that would never come.

'I think I should introduce myself' thought Kogo. He made his way to the cybernetic woman and extended a hand..

In shoddy basic, Kogo exclaims "Very bold of you .. young warrior .. maybe together will be easier .. maybe we form a plan"

Orias looked around as the prisoners got to know one another. He walked over to the wall and started walking around them, looking for a way out. He was approached by a Stormtrooper, who proceeded to hit him in the back with his rifle. "Hey, slave. I don't remember telling you to move." Orias hit the ground and his first instinct was to get up and choke the man to death. He fought the urge as this would most certainly get her killed. As he started to get up, he was hit agai9n. "I don't remember telling you to stand up, either." he laughed. Orias lay on the ground, again, using every fibre in his body to not kill the man. "Get up." the soldier finally ordered, picking him up and throwing him back into the crowd. Orias fell into the Ssi-Ruu lizard man. He got up again and stared at the soldier. As the Stormtrooper started walking away, Orias stared at the soldiers feet, as he did so, the soldier tripped and fell to the ground. Orias snickered under his breath before moving into the crowd, waiting to see where they would be corralled to next.

@mattmanganon

Sirga watched the new prisoners form where he was smiling to himself seeing one of them tripping a guard without laying a hand on him. "This could be my way out" He thought to himself now watching Orias with his sharp blue eyes. His hands behind his back for a moment making mental notes of all the new prisoners.

Using a bit of his own force powers to throw a piece of paper towards the human. He had hoped it would be noticed and picked up by Orias. If the note was noticed written on it would be "Meet me at the courtyard". Sirga would be off someplace else in the meantime.

Trix stuck away from the other prisoners, near the edge of them all. Her green eyes flickered over towards the boy who had been hit by a guard. She slowly made her way towards him, slipping between the different prisoners with a tenseness to her shoulders. She may not like others but she wasn't going to stay in this nightmare long, not when her dad needed her to care for him.

The one, comforting thing about being captured and processed was the familiarity of the proceedings, and the range of unique, but dangerous looking characters that were always being processed. That comfort and familiarity ended once they were pushed past the threshold of the facility, and he saw that this was not your average penal colony.

That was one question that was answered for Mephisto. Every nonchalant turn of his head lead to glimpses of bits and pieces that a mining corporation shouldn't need. High tech medical facilities, far too advanced for a slave population, or even the guards who'd be watching said population. Weapons, explosives, enough to supply a decent sized border conflict.

They came to a halt, and not a second has passed when a prisoners mounting frustration culminated in them rushing for the shield, only to be thrown back a moment later.

Some chuckled. He didn't. There wasn't anything shameful about a single push for freedom, no matter how futile.

He remained quiet, and observed. There were a lot of predators in this group.

Himself included.

Still in the processing part of the facility, Orias stood in the middle of the crowd as he saw something flutter down from the air, obviously having been pushed over the fence. "Meet me in the courtyard" it said as he grabbed it. He then saw a Twi-Lek approach him. His face appeared emotionless for a moment, before he put on a smile. "So, what are you in for?" he asked the woman. "A little young to be taking on the new order by yourself?" He asked.

Brax turned to his friend in surprise. "Perhaps it would serve us well to acquaint some allies." Rish nodded. "That one." He said, pointing to the man with the long black hair. "He is obviously dangerous, yet smart enough to hide it. He will serve us well." Brax grinned, and walked over to the man. "How would you like to bust out of here with us?" Brax asked. Rishnot hurried over. "Please excuse my friend. But he is right. You seem like you have many skills that would be useful to breaking out. We could help each other out if you agree. So, you in?"
@Magister

Time passed by as mingling, but more importantly, planning commenced within the prison. Gaurds switched out regularly, about one every half an hour, most of them taking a moment to talk to each other. To anyone who listened a peculiar question came to mind. "Where are they positioning you after this?", or "what's your next post'. The responses were completely other planets and asteroids. It was like this place was being cut down or at the very most shut down. About two hours past, the guards that came now held the weaponry of a magnaguard, shock staffs of some sort. They were well armored in a strange blocky uniform unlike that of the average stormtrooper. It was clearly designed to be more prepared for piercing and blunt damage over anything else so that shanks and fish have little use against them. They spoke in distorted voices so that it could not be determined whether they were male or female.

"Single file you are to move for your medical inspections and then to the courtyard for a talk with the warden. Do not resist, or we will use lethal force" They calmly replied, and with that, the energy grid faded leaving them open to the guards. The same Mandalorian who had foolish shocked herself before and snarled at others in a primal anger when they spoke to her sprung to action, raising a fist, only for them to tap a button and shock the metallic parts of her body with what could now be seen, a sort of badge connected to her arm. She screamed in pain and fell to the floor, struggling to get up before the two of the guards shocked her into unconsciousness, prodding at her over and over. With that their attention returned to the people before them.
"Form a line" They spoke, now significantly more stern.

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Sirga was brought into the line with the other prisoners keeping to himself not wanting to anger the guards. His hands folded in front of him acting like the good little prisoner. Looking over towards the female that was shocked onto the ground staring at the guards. Glaring at the
two guards making a mental note to kill them when he does escape. Moving in the line making small mental notes of the situation and of the heavily armed guards.

The muscular blonde man was behind a alien prisoner the race he could not define. Waiting for his turn to be finished so he could talk to the other force user in the courtyard.

As the guards cracked down, Kogo knew his situation was about to get a lot more dire, the cyborg was a lost cause and kogo needed an ally. Thinking to himself he noticed that the trandoshan already had a companion in a brown haired human, clearly these two were partners, and we're approaching a stoic black haired man before the guards busted up the group. If these two were acquiring allies, Kogo wanted in.

When they formed a line, Kogo made sure to get in line by the two of them, unfortunately a twi'lek formed right behind them before kogo got in.

As they walked down the hall, Kogo got a better look at the armory...

Blaster rifles of various design..
Ion blaster.. good if there's any droids in our way..
Oh, a heavy blaster pistol, a rare model used by the Kel dor...
A vibroblade..
A stun stick..
A gamorian axe..?

It dawned on kogo.. this isn't an armory, these are confiscated weapons, he thought.

Just then he spotted a crate. On the side written in huttese 'cryoban grenades'

When the guards weren't looking he pushed himself ahead of the twi'lek and got behind the brown haired companion of the trandoshan. Kogo leaned in "I noticed you are looking for a friend or two.. I could be a good friend to have.. my name is Kogo"@DriveEMOut

Orias got in line as he was told, he watched everyone around him, letting the force be his guide as he looked around, scanning for anything he could with his eyes. He then saw, on the other side of a fence, a scantily clad Twi-Lek. He, like every other man that noticed her, had the obvious reaction of wanting to do... Well thoughts to impolite for conversation. Unlike everyone else, however, he wasn't going to dwell on her, as "getting laid" was the last thing he would want to do here. He was on the lookout for any Nelvaanan he could find. They were his priority.

Trix glared at the Rodian when he pushed past her. "And ya know it's rude to push past a woman." She growled to him after he had spoken to whomever had originally been in front of her. She may've been fairly small compared to the Rodian but she refused to let someone to push her around.

@booksmusicanime "It appears I have underestimated young twi'lek.. My name is Kogo

Giving a real glance he could tell this girl was savvy. She was not here by accident, and kogo could see ingenuity in her.

There chance to talk in the open faded as the guards came around again, and he had to form back in line proper.. with a quiet last word kogo spoke over his shoulder.

Meet up with me later.. we form a team.. get off this rock.

Every person when in, was stripped down naked, given a complete physical and given their prisoner's garb, pocketless burlap clothing with no sleeves and an itchy texture. Once done they would be sent into the courtyard, given a pickaxe and pointed to a large rock to smash down. while this all seemed normal, still things were off. The guards seemed too few for this amount of prisoners and more and more ships were evacuating. Anyone who was particularly perceptive would notice the scariest part of it all. An entire star destroyer, one no doubt build for speed and stealth, moving significantly faster than the finalizer. It was making its way speedily towards the prison's ship bay, which would barely hold it.

@manapool1 @mattmanganon

Sirga was not pleased by the inspection although he could not complain. Even if he did he would be beaten by the guards. When his turn was finished he was sent into the courtyard with his work clothing. Picking up a pickax and starting to work on a work. Smashing the large stones into small little pieces. Looking around and moving towards Orias the human that tripped the guard. "Hello..are you the one that tripped the guard?" Sirga whispered not wanting to be heard form the guard.