A loud buzzer sounded to signal the opening of the cell block door. Metal bars clanked together as the door was quickly shut behind two Zergadins. Walter O. Dim, the dark sorcerer known for his jovial spirit and not-give-a-fuck attitude, stood there with his Partner in crime Nephalem Quintanilla Perez. The two entered the prison with there heads up and chest out, they knew what they had done to get locked up would be talked about for years. They could already hear the other inmates begin to gossip and drool at the sight of the notorious pair of sorcerers.

“I heard they once fought off 500 colicoid crawlers just for shits and giggles”

“They say Nephalem once force choked a sarlacc because she gets off on being sexually dominant.”

“Did you hear about the time Walter assaulted a republic space station without a starship? He just flew around fucking the thing up!”

The exact truths behind all these rumors are forever shrouded in mystery but one thing was for certain, nobody wanted to cross either one of these deadly characters. The warden of the republic prison was also fully aware of the reputation these prize prisoners brought with them. And he had taken precautions to make sure extra security was provided for this particular occasion. The two Zergadin sorcerers were shackled around their hands and feet with indestructible zal alloy cuffs, and flanked on both sides by rows of guards wielding vibroswords and blaster rifles. A guard pushed Walter in the back to prod him forward and begin the long walk through the cell block. They made there way slowly down the hall, taking small steps as that was all their restraints would allow.

“You just give me the signal and we will give these guys all they can handle” whispered Walter.

“Let’s just play along for now,” advised Nephalem “the assassin is sure to be close behind, we will wait on his signal.”

The assassin she referred to was Mattman Starbanger. A celebrity known galaxy wide as a playboy that frequented all the hottest cantinas. He was recently holographed stumbling around the casinos of Nar Shadda with several females in tow, most notably Saphirre Silverstrike. His presence on Nar Shadda was really only a cover up for the heist the Zergadins were pulling off. They had a plan in place that would trickle credits from the casinos vast income and put it into the Zergadin’s coffers to be used for repair funds. Every meticulously plotted aspect of the scheme seemed to go as planed, but as the trio of Walterodim, Mattman, and Nephalem were heading to the spaceport to make a getaway, they were stopped by a blockade of all the Hutt cartels finest forces. Someone had obviously got wind of the plan and tipped off the Hutts. An enormous battle erupted and the three Zergadins were eventually overwhelmed by sheer numbers. Mattman was barely able to vanish away right before the team was taken, and Walter held a bit of a grudge toward Mattman for not sticking it out with his comrades and accepting defeat like a man.

“If I ever see that back stabber again it will be too soon, if he hadn’t ran away we might have made the getaway and wouldn’t even be in this mess.” Grumbled Walter as he was thrown into a cell.

The burly guard who had been doing the majority of the pushing stuck out his chest and stepped up close to the bars. His intentions were to say something intimidating or demeaning to the captive and begin to establish his dominance. But the exact moment the guard opened his mouth Walter jumped strait up and looked the large man right in the eye. Walters extensive mastery of the dark arts took control of the man and filled his mind with visions of terror and horror. He collapsed backwards into another guard, shitting and pissing all over himself in the process. Walter laughed hysterically at the pathetic guard and turned to Nephalem who couldn’t help but chuckle at the powerful display of force mastery.

“So how long do we give them before we start tearing this place up from the inside Neph? I’m getting an itchy overload.” Asked Walterodim.

“Just be patient Walt I think you underestimate how deep in it we are this time. Its kind of a big deal.” Nephalem tried to talk some sense into her friend, but she knew they only had a few hours before Walter’s fight reflex would take over and this prison would have a full blown riot on its hands.