Kalain heard the scuffling, the annoying petty comments of the arrogant guards, the electricity, and then the feminine screaming.  He clenched his teeth, and watched silently from the shadows of his cell as a girl he didn't recognize was dragged unceremoniously to the cell across from his.<br/><br/>He watched, and seethed in silence as the Rodian spoke words that made his blood boil.  The other guard was new, an ebony skinned human, wearing a re breather, and patchwork armor made from Imperial and Madalorian plates.  The two slammed shut the door to the other cell, and walked back down the hallway.  Kalain breathed in low and deep.<br/><br/>He said nothing, but listened intently to the other cell.<br/><br/>From what he had seen, she was wearing dirty coveralls with numerous pockets, her hands and face blackened with mechanical lubricating oils.  Likely a mechanic or scavenger that had caught Kossack's eye.<br/><br/>He could not see her in the darkness, but heard her mumbling something about Bogard.   It was enough that whoever she was, she hated him.<br/><br/>"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."  He thought to himself.<br/><br/>Still, the freighter pilot remained silent.   The guards were likely listening, and if he tried to talk to her, they would eavesdrop.<br/>There would be plenty of time to talk after he got his damned rusted cell door open.  If he could just get that damned Rodian... He always seemed to be just out of reach.<br/><br/>Kalain's eyes then lit up.  He looked through the bars of his cell, down each side of the hallway.  It was quiet, and no one seemed to be there, aside from the other prisoner.<br/><br/>He jumped to his feet, and undid the fly to his pants, and slid them off.  It was rather easy since they had taken his belt from him, as well as his favorite pair of boots.   All he had left were his rocketship boxers, and a filthy burlap shirt.  Kalain had loved those boots.   The Rodian constantly chided at him, saying they would make an excellent chewtoy for his pet wamprat.<br/><br/>The freighter captain grit his teeth, and waited.  He slumped up against the wall and his cell door bars, and breathed.  He covered his legs with his dirty, ragged blanket, and pretended to doze off.<br/><br/>He would only get one shot at this.<br/><br/>Minutes dragged by, and turned into hours.  every so often Kalain would stretch, pop his joints, and settle back down into his corner with his threadbare blanket, his pants concealed beneath them.<br/>After what seemed like an eternity, the Rohdian slammed open the door leading into the holding cell hallways...  He was carrying a bucket.  Likely that foul smelling slop that he would feed prisoner from.  The stuff was nasty, but it kept him going...<br/><br/>Often the guard would just slide a dented bowl along the floor under the bars.  This time however he just slung the foul, hot liquid onto Kalain's face, making him gasp.<br/>The captain just grunted, and wiped the nasty glop away with his hand, and watched as the Rodian turned around, and started to walk towards the other cell.<br/><br/>This was it, now or never.  If he botched this up, the Rodian would likely shoot and kill him.  Death from a blaster was far better than whatever Kossack had planned for him anyway.<br/><br/>Kalain tossed the blanket from his legs, and stood up, tossing the pants and one arm trough the bars of his cell.  He extended his other arm, each one of his hands gripping the cuffs of the garment.  He quickly tossed it around the Rohdian's neck, and then yanked as hard as he possibly could.  The guard dropped the bucket, and slammed his back into the bars of Kalain's cell, with enough forced that a cloud of rust erupted from it.<br/><br/>The Rohdian flailed his arms and legs violently, trying to break free.  Kalain pressed his bare feet to the crossbar support, just behind the Guard's neck, pressing into it, as he pulled even harder on the legs of his pants.  He clenched his eyes shut from the strain, his muscles burning in rage.  He jerked the pants in various directions, almost standing sideways on the cell door.<br/><br/>The guard dropped his rifle, and tried to scream, but his constricted trachea would not allow it...<br/>Such was the force of this attack, that soon a sickening, wet crunch could be heard coming from the Blue Skinned Rodian's neck.  The Guard flinched a few times, and then went limp.<br/>Kalain then released his pants, falling to his cell floor, breathing hard.   The Rohdian, owing to their strange physiology, still had enough energy in his muscles to stumble forward a few steps.<br/><br/>The freighter captain swore, and climbed up to his feet.  Gripping his cell bars he swore again.  The damned guard was just out of his reach, and had fallen against the door to the other cell.   Even in death, the fool Rodian was beyond him.<br/><br/>Time was short.  The other guards would know something was wrong after a few minutes....<br/><br/>"Hey, you in there..." he murmured to the girl in a hushed voice.  "...you mind helping me out?  That bastard has the keys on him somewhere..."