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11:24pm
Screeching warning alarms blared loudly, footsteps thundering up and down the hall outside as Kolalu, proud warrior and provider to House Gerudo, esteemed Warden of Karim’s City Jail, gripped her forearm tightly. The limb still stung with the sharp prickling of nerves turned needles by her redirected electrified baton.
Kolalu’s round, pretty face crinkled up in shame and disgust as she knelt on the floor. That smarmy, shadowy man, with his shockingly piercing silver eyes- and his short, silent feline companion. They had embarrassed her, ruined her reputation and smeared her pride across the floors in tonight’s Jailbreak.
She’d had a record for arbiter’s sake!
Now she would never hear the end of this from her sisters. Augh! Beaten and bested by a pair of men! How weak and hot-faced it drove her to feel that it bordered on violation of her psyche. Her mind raced as she attempted to predict the backlash she would face from her elders and supervisors- that she might lose her job over this utter humiliation.
Those pathetic criminals had knocked one of her sisters unconscious, as well. Now the poor young woman was sitting in the infirmary, getting checked over. She’d been so confused and worried, apologizing over and over again to the Warden as she was being walked out.
And yet still most of all, Kolalu’s ego reeled from the shock of having lost. Her strength and boasting had been proven wrong. Her image felt crooked and her self-confidence was shaken to its very core from the events of the night- and she’d just barely been about to go home and relax after a day’s smooth work. Try as hard as she might, but the Warden just couldn't get that rogue's eyes out of her head, or his mocking tone as the two slipped away, or the way that blasted man-rogue had almost seemed to enjoy dancing around her. It was as if he was playing with her- toying with her for his own fun, and it left her deeply unsettled, made her feel... dirty in a way a shower could never manage to wash clean.
The duo of criminals simply had to be brought to justice. The Warden knew that there could be no other way for her to properly regain her face and restore her reputation as a strong and lawful woman. She could not stand by and just allow this slight on House Gerudo and the law of her city go unrectified and unpunished.
The tall Gerudo rose fully to her feet and stormed over to the security console, jamming down the red intercoms button with a frustrated strength. “Karim Jail Guards, you are to report to Sector D: detain all escapees and secure the perimeter! No one, I repeat, no one is going home until this jail is locked down and we have all heads accounted for!”
She let up off the console, eyeing the various CCTV screens adorning the wall- one caught her eye. Sector A; it was a cellblock for non-violent, short term offenders awaiting trial or generally just being detained for the night. Normally, Sector A saw obnoxious drunks or tripping druggies disturbing the peace, teens caught breaking curfew... And Constantia Lachipter, because she was so terrible at picking a lock that they never had to worry much about needing hi-tech to contain her. A simple shed padlock would have sufficed to hold the poor imperial lass.
Cell nine was the only cell in the block with it’s door wide open and it’s inhabitants missing. Cell nine.
The Warden pulled a thin stick from her tool belt and pulled at one edge, revealing a mostly transparent blue touch screen. She pecked at the Jail’s booking records, punching ‘Lachipter’ into the search bar.
A grin began to light up Warden Kolalu’s expression as she skimmed the record. Sector A, Cell Nine. Constantia had been locked up in the only cell in the block that was busted wide open, along with a tabaxian ‘Fish’ and a human male ‘Lucien Lockwood’.
Perhaps the criminal duet had been related to or employed by one of the three convicts? The warden shook her head, it didn’t matter how they were related all too much, what mattered was that they were now running through the city and all of this was going to fall on top of her shoulders. Kolalu knew she was as strong as a mountain, but even mountains could weather apart into rocks and sand with enough time and pressure.
She would show them that she was greater than any mountain, stronger than any desert stone. She was Warden Kolalu, a stalwart soldier of House Gerudo, not some push over, not some powerless little girl-child. She was from a long line of amazing and resilient female warriors, and she was fully intent on proving her heritage and skill beyond any shadow of a doubt.
No man would ever come between her, and her reputation, as long as she still drew breath.
Kolalu’s round, pretty face crinkled up in shame and disgust as she knelt on the floor. That smarmy, shadowy man, with his shockingly piercing silver eyes- and his short, silent feline companion. They had embarrassed her, ruined her reputation and smeared her pride across the floors in tonight’s Jailbreak.
She’d had a record for arbiter’s sake!
Now she would never hear the end of this from her sisters. Augh! Beaten and bested by a pair of men! How weak and hot-faced it drove her to feel that it bordered on violation of her psyche. Her mind raced as she attempted to predict the backlash she would face from her elders and supervisors- that she might lose her job over this utter humiliation.
Those pathetic criminals had knocked one of her sisters unconscious, as well. Now the poor young woman was sitting in the infirmary, getting checked over. She’d been so confused and worried, apologizing over and over again to the Warden as she was being walked out.
And yet still most of all, Kolalu’s ego reeled from the shock of having lost. Her strength and boasting had been proven wrong. Her image felt crooked and her self-confidence was shaken to its very core from the events of the night- and she’d just barely been about to go home and relax after a day’s smooth work. Try as hard as she might, but the Warden just couldn't get that rogue's eyes out of her head, or his mocking tone as the two slipped away, or the way that blasted man-rogue had almost seemed to enjoy dancing around her. It was as if he was playing with her- toying with her for his own fun, and it left her deeply unsettled, made her feel... dirty in a way a shower could never manage to wash clean.
The duo of criminals simply had to be brought to justice. The Warden knew that there could be no other way for her to properly regain her face and restore her reputation as a strong and lawful woman. She could not stand by and just allow this slight on House Gerudo and the law of her city go unrectified and unpunished.
The tall Gerudo rose fully to her feet and stormed over to the security console, jamming down the red intercoms button with a frustrated strength. “Karim Jail Guards, you are to report to Sector D: detain all escapees and secure the perimeter! No one, I repeat, no one is going home until this jail is locked down and we have all heads accounted for!”
She let up off the console, eyeing the various CCTV screens adorning the wall- one caught her eye. Sector A; it was a cellblock for non-violent, short term offenders awaiting trial or generally just being detained for the night. Normally, Sector A saw obnoxious drunks or tripping druggies disturbing the peace, teens caught breaking curfew... And Constantia Lachipter, because she was so terrible at picking a lock that they never had to worry much about needing hi-tech to contain her. A simple shed padlock would have sufficed to hold the poor imperial lass.
Cell nine was the only cell in the block with it’s door wide open and it’s inhabitants missing. Cell nine.
The Warden pulled a thin stick from her tool belt and pulled at one edge, revealing a mostly transparent blue touch screen. She pecked at the Jail’s booking records, punching ‘Lachipter’ into the search bar.
A grin began to light up Warden Kolalu’s expression as she skimmed the record. Sector A, Cell Nine. Constantia had been locked up in the only cell in the block that was busted wide open, along with a tabaxian ‘Fish’ and a human male ‘Lucien Lockwood’.
Perhaps the criminal duet had been related to or employed by one of the three convicts? The warden shook her head, it didn’t matter how they were related all too much, what mattered was that they were now running through the city and all of this was going to fall on top of her shoulders. Kolalu knew she was as strong as a mountain, but even mountains could weather apart into rocks and sand with enough time and pressure.
She would show them that she was greater than any mountain, stronger than any desert stone. She was Warden Kolalu, a stalwart soldier of House Gerudo, not some push over, not some powerless little girl-child. She was from a long line of amazing and resilient female warriors, and she was fully intent on proving her heritage and skill beyond any shadow of a doubt.
No man would ever come between her, and her reputation, as long as she still drew breath.