Callum's eyes had lit up at the mention of a prison riot. Clearly security was not tight enough on the station, or someone had let all of the force-fields done on purpose in order to cause such an event. The latter option seemed the most likely to him. From his years in the facility he had noticed that security was not a thing which was neglected. Either way this was clearly not in the planning judging from the expressions of the Warden and Mr. White. If there was one thing he learned in his life it was that you always needed to be ready for anything.

The rioting didn't really matter to him, if he wasn't already on his way out of the prison with the team of convicts then he would be part of the riot. He'd gain control of it, someone would need to step up in such a scenario. Chaos for just chaos was pointless. He was here instead, if anything the riot only sped up his way off the space prison. The Pirate King had no fear in his eyes as they emerged from the room, White leading them as a group of inmates charged down the hallway towards them. The four guards with them had taken up positions, their shotguns at the ready. Callum's eyes were upon the female assassin first as she athletically flipped a rioter over herself without flinching. That was part of the reason she had ended up in the Stars. Then the reptilian literally tore a sizeable man to pieces in a brutal display. Thank God he was on their side.

The other prisoners were also attacked by belligerent convicts, each of them held their own and showed off impressive skills. All of them were still handcuffed, there was no time to free them or they weren't trusted enough to not run away and join the rioters. Callum moved backwards towards the wall as he closely watched the combat, the four guards were firing off their shotguns as electrified bolts burst from the weapons. He knew they weren't using live ammunition as one of the charging rioters receive several bolts to the chest and wen't down in a heap, unconscious. Two of the guards went down as rioters jumped them. 

The brawl continued on as Callum stayed against a wall, he watched as the scum he had argued with before saved one of the other prisoners. Then his attention was drawn to two human rioters both eyeing him with intent. He didn't recognize either one but they must have figured out who he was, or they were just in some murderous rage. Either way it appeared he had a fight on his hands. One of them stepped ahead of the other, his head was shaved bald some tattoos that indicated him as a human supremacist doting his form. He never had any real hatred for those types, had a few in the Stars, as long as they kept their xenophobic views to themselves he didn't care. This one charged at Callum with a grunt as he tried to tackle him.

The Pirate King dashed to his side as the man slammed into the wall, rubbing his chest where he impacted against it. Callum threw a boot led kick right at the convict's head, he made contact with a splatter of blood as he broke the man's nose. He then grabbed the bald rioter and pulled him to the ground. He slammed three alternating punches into the man's face, blood leaking onto his knuckles as they hit home each time. Then his attacking was interrupted by the second rioter that had been eyeing Callum, this one threw a hard fist into the Pirate King's jaw as he fell off the grounded bald convict.

[color=a0410d]"You are going to die slowly and painfully."[/color] Callum muttered as he fell backwards, one hand rubbing his jaw where had been hit. 

Before he could be hit again the ex-gang lord rushed forward as he full body tackled the one that dared to lay a finger upon him. For a brief second the two slid across the metallic floor in a heap. Callum came out on top as he put both hands around the man's neck, choking the life from him. Another punched impacted into him as the convict was not dead yet, this only served to bring up feelings of rage long forgotten in him. It had been a very long time since he killed someone with his bare hands.

He threw a punch of his own then stood up as he then threw a sharp kick to the man's midsection. With blood amounting in his mouth from the dual punches Callum stomped his foot downwards into the rioter's face with as much force as he could muster. Teeth loosened before he brought down his boot a second time, then he kept doing it even as blood pooled on the floor and onto his lower body. The man's face started to look more comparable to mush then a human head as Callum continued with the stomping. The only thing that stopped him was White yanking him away, the two locked eyes. The Pirate King quickly rubbed pieces of the rioter's face off his boot as White surveyed the situation. The other business suit dressed man was dead on the ground, his neck slit.

[color=fff79a]"Come on, keep moving, we're almost there, we fight and we die!"[/color] White exclaimed to his gathered groups of prisoners. 

The finely dressed man's suit was speckled with blood, some of his own from a right hook to the face he was on the end of, as well as some of the rioters' bodily fluids. He reached towards his ankle and pulled out a compact pistol. Callum stared at the weapon as it was drawn, he was surprised the man was allowed on the station with it. White leveled it at a rioter and squeezed the trigger. A real bullet emerged from the handgun and smacked into the rioter's neck, spraying blood. 

[color=fff79a]"Now, let's go!"[/color] White yelled then ran the opposite direction from where the rioter's charged from, Callum was hot on his tracks. 

The chosen team of prisoners were as well. The man was full out sprinting letting the chasing rioters have no chance to catch them. The two surviving guards were in the back of the group, one was mobbed by rioters, a scream escaping his lips. The other kept moving as quickly as he could. White turned a corner, then another, the convict team still following tightly. Some of the rioters slipped on the floor as the turn was made. The other guard fell hard, then was jumped by rioters. On one side of them the [i]Gladius[/i] could be seen out a window in all of its glory. Near it a smaller vessel was docked. 

The [i]Gladius[/i] looked like paradise to the team of prisoners, it's silver paint shining in the light of the distant star. In the hallway ahead of the group a few guards could be seen, one waving them in as the other stood near the side ready to close the door shut and lock them off from the mad rioters.

The tension was high in the air as the prisoners sprinted, some on their last legs, if they stopped running they would be dead as the mob of mad rioters was still following them. Their footsteps sounded like angry bulls charging. White was the first one through the doorway as he nearly slipped stopping himself near the guards. Then Callum came next, followed by the rest of the team. The guard by the door had already started to shut the door, the last prisoners inside had to slide underneath it. The tactic worked as the rioters were stuck on the other side, many of them denting the closed door as it was sealed tightly. The banged and screamed against it as Mr. White sheathed his pistol, they were safe for now. He let out a deep sigh, catching his breath.

[color=fff79a]"Get onboard the [i]Gladius[/i], get away from this prison. The coordinates and file for your first mission are already in the ship. Flip the autopilot on and get going. Also figure out who does who on the ship, there's a captain's cabin and someone will need to pilot it. You all have personalized weapons, apparel and equipment stored on the vessel."[/color] Mr. White ordered before he walked towards the other ship, he wanted off this station as badly as the criminals did. As the team of convicts flocked onto the [i]Gladius[/i], White entered into his ship and quickly flew away from the prison.

The interior of the [i]Gladius[/i] was surprisingly roomy, they all entered in between the bridge and the bowels of the ship. Callum dashed towards the ship's controls then rapidly flicked buttons as he tried to figure out the autopilot. The ship then roared to life, its engines blaring on the autopilot activated and they blasted away from the space prison. He let out a sigh of his own, then tried to steady his heart-rate as they flew away from the facility. The riot was only picking up in there, it did not look good for the Warden or his guards. The rioters would have control of it, then the Feds would need to come clean it up. The thought brought a smile to his face as the Gladius entered into hyperspace, its next destination plotted.