-_-_-3 days after Wraiths freedom Trial-_-_-_-

Huff 's nerves were shot, his face drenched in sweat; the thought of losing a prisoner just was unfathomable to him. He had been a prison guard for ten years straight, and never in those years had a prisoner had ever escaped his grasp; but he had been warned about this one, specially through the stories. 

His mind continued to race, before he finally as able to regain his composure and make the call to his superiors about the escapee. Honestly, he didn't want the man found and brought back, the man scared him, but he had a job to do; even if it meant risking it.

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The sun was setting off on the horizon, creating a spectacular array of colors ranging for miles in the sky. Giving hope to Dax as he stared at it; his silver eyes reflecting the light as they scanned the village below, searching for any means of hiding. I don't think I planned this out well enough. But as the old saying went, better late than never.

He continued to stand at his position for three minutes, until finally he figured out the quickest route to the hangar. He would have to make it fast, because if he didn't their would be bulletins all over the holonet about him, and he couldn't risk that. If he was going to move, he would have to go now. Time was against him.

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The place wreaked of fear, the Colonel could sense it; after all he had been doing this for years, he started to pick up on how bad the situation was. Now though, his job was on the line, and he knew he was contributing to the aura of fear; and if he wasn't able to get the escapee back something told him revenge was just around the corner.

As he made his way farther into the ofice he notcied something that caught his eye: a pile of papers laying on a desk stamped with bold red ink, CONFIDENTIAL. His eyes transfixed on it until a sound came to his ears. 

“Colonel Juk, Sir” Juk looked up from the desk to see a older man standing in front of him, his body stiff in salute position. Already he knew the man felt guilty.

“At ease soldier. I want to make this short and sweet so that both of our rear end aren't thrown to the curb, understood?” Juk made sure his voice was stern, just in case the man was one of the goof off beat around the bush types. Considering the situation though it didn't seem like he was.

“Sir, yes , Sir.” the man let out a deep sigh and rest his arms at his side.

“Now, I don't want any 'buts' or anything of the sort, I want straight answers. First, what is your name?”

“Huff, Corporal Huff, sir.” the man replied, trying to keep from making eye contact, already showing that the Huff's nerves were shot and he was scared of his own fate.

“That's a start, Huff. Now, how long has he been gone?” Juk took a seat behind Huffs desk. He began to look through piles of papers that looked like they had just been recently placed there since they were about the prisoner.

“Roughly oh- one hundred hours, sir.” Huff eyed the Colonel tightly, trying to figure out what he was doing, after all he had already read everything on the guy.

Juk jumped, making it seem like he had just finished processing the information, his face was of curiosity and discovery. “Really? Good, he wouldn't have left the planet yet, get a warning out. Now!”

“Sarge, you there? Sarge?” A almost seducing high-pitched voice came through the commlink; that was attached to the stolen uniform that Dax was now wearing. He badly wanted to smash the thing and go about his marry way, but something inside of him told him to just keep the thing in one piece.

“Sergeant, please respond, are you still alive?...........” this time the voice was deeper, and it started to trail off mumbling something about sending out a patrol unit to find the sergeant. It didn't bother Dax much though, all he had to do was get to the prisoner transfer ship. After that everything else would be easy-going.

“Major, we have the body, it looks like someone attacked him from behind, he was also stripped of his uniform, looks like an inside job.”  Another radio muffled voice came through the radio, this time it was difficult to tell whether it was male or female.

Doesn't matter if you found him, I'll be long gone before you even know where to begin to look. Dax just shook his head at the thought, sometimes he wondered if people in this world had a brain; and if they did they didn't know how to use it, at least not correctly. Still he had to give them credit they were smarter than he had first thought. He continued to think about it until he made his way up to the hangar, where things began to get tricky.

He stared out into the metal clad room, thousands of ships were parked randomly inside the place. Most of them were just simple fighters for quick travel; a few cargo ships were scattered as well, but the one he wanted was smack dab in the middle of the place, surrounded by three escort fighters and at least twenty guards. He was going to have to hope none of them had ever seen the man that owned the uniform he was now sporting. You only live once Dax thought before starting his trek across the room.

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Sweat began to disrupt his vision the closer he got to the ship; He was beginning to think that he had lost his mind or he was in a living dream, but a few quick pinches on his arm let him know the neither were true.

Only a few more meters. The closer he got the more he realized that nobody seemed to be paying attention to him. Which was a good thing, the less resistance he had the easier this was going to be. Unfortunately, he spoke to soon; just about the time he was about to step onto the ramp up into the inside of the prisoner transfer, one of the guards caught him.

“Sir, may I ask where your going?” The man asked. He looked like he was just a few years older than Dax. He was definitely bigger, but part of that was the armor that he was in. He also carried a standard issue Imperial blaster: the E-11; which Dax was to familiar with. The good news was, regardless of the odds, Dax wasn't scared, he had the guy beat in speed and reaction time, there was no way that guy could kill him without help, but that's where the fear lied, their were nineteen others just like him.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot. I'm Sergeant Fult, I was ordered to oversee the transfer of the prisoners.” wow, that's actually believable. Dax kept his voice level, which was a lot harder than it should have been.

“I never got word of you, let me check.” The man headed for his radio that was hooked onto his belt, but Dax was smarter than that, he instantly grabbed his turned around and waited to be able to speak into it, if it worked these were some of the dumbest guards ever.
“Ummm, Major? This is private Ojk. I have a guy down here saying he was sent to look over prisoner transfer, a Sergeant Fult?” The man clicked out, waiting for a reply. Luckily, nothing came for a while and Dax went with it.

He tried his best to make his voice as deep as the man he had heard earlier, whether he would get it right was soon to be found out. “Yes, Private Ojk. I sent him down their late, sorry for not letting you know sooner, let him pass.” Dax let off the button and turned around quickly, the guard eyed him suspiciously, but didn't say anything  for a while, until after nothing else came through.

“Alright, I guess you have clearance.” The guard just shook his head and turned around, heading back to his position.

Wow, that puts a whole new meaning on dumb jock Dax just turned around and tried to hold in as much laughter as he could. He hoped that every one on his travel route was this stupid, because it would make his escape the easiest in history.