Junoco's nearly smug demeanor hadn't changed, although there was a scar that now adorned his chin. Yerbol filed that bit of knowledge away for now, reminding himself to poke fun at the smuggler for "getting his hands dirty" another time(which he, as Yerbol remembered, profusely hated doing). Thoughts about the smuggler's face were thrown aside rather quickly upon entering the drab prison, a sudden chill coursing through Yerbol's spine and down through his legs. Something had gone horribly wrong here. Thankfully Aria talked the droids down to make up for her partner's momentary lapse in attention, Yerbol apologizing:
"Sorry, but I just got this...well, for lack of a better term, chill. It's almost the same feeling that I got when we first encountered the Xiis." Not wanting to follow up on anything Xiis related, the Champion didn't carry the subject further, instead choosing to follow Junoco to a reception area with steel chairs bolted down in rows of three in the square shaped room along with a terminal behind a desk nearby. 
"Just give me a moment and I'll...see what I can...do..." Already the smuggler slash hacker was busy hammering away at the keys on the terminal, humming a soft tune to himself while the duo investigated the room. Yerbol had been on the other side of the room looking at the blank walls for ANY sign of a fight when Aria not only informed him of trace amounts of blood, but also a theory that made sense. 
"Well how else could Soto break out? It's not like the prison is easily accessible...for most people." Junoco snorted a chuckle.
"Maybe the network has agents inside the Alliance and we don't even know it." The thought of having to uncover ANOTHER governmental conspiracy prompted an inward groan of annoyance, so he changed his focus to the lack of struggle on his side of the room:
"I've got nothing here. Maybe we can get to the cells, see where Soto was held? Could've been slipped something while inside." 
"That she was." With a crack of his knuckles, Junoco motioned for the duo to come to the terminal before telling them rather triumphantly: 
"A maximum security facility like this keeps logs of EVERYTHING, including food distribution, guard rotations, shifts and....well, you get the point. See this here?" He pointed at a list of names along with two columns marked "shift 1" and "shift 2". The list was dated for last month.  
"This is the shift schedule for the guards here. Seems like they had two crews that shuffled personnel around. Except for..." He cycled through each week's schedule, two highlighted names popping up on the same shift. 
"Weird, isn't it? Jones and Mattias on shift two(which, as you can see by the abbreviations next to each shift, is the night shift) every single week. That doesn't seem like protocol. It was almost as if someone manipulated the rosters to where these two were on the same shift every week for the past month." 
"So who changed them?" 
"Looks like...well, based on this change log that's only accessible by the Warden himself...the Warden. Yep. The change occurred a few minutes before the logs were released for public viewing. Name of the Warden is Nuly. See?" The name popped up next to every single change that had occurred to the logs, prompting a curse from Yerbol. 
"So we ARE dealing with corruption."
"Don't sound so surprised. Not all Alliance personnel are trying to establish the glowing new world order that your people and Saresh are advocating for." 
"Just tell us where we can find Nuly." 
"Easy enough." With a few clicks, Junoco had brought up Nuly Surian's profile, a surly looking male staring at them with blank eyes. 
"Address is listed as a tenement in Justicar territory. How fun for you both!" 
"You're not coming?"
"Oh no. No no no, not down there. Haven't you people kept up with the news? The Justicar's made a huge comeback after those blue demon things nearly tore a hole in the planet. People down there are happy to have them around, but their brand of justice is...excruciating. Alliance personnel have been trying to push them back for weeks now, but no luck. Maybe they'll let you two in cause, you know, you've got lightsabers." 
"Just give us the bloody address and we'll be on our way."
"Fine, fine, don't be so touchy. I'll always be available to help-"
"Unless you're not."
"See?! Not hard to understand." After relaying the address to the duo and nearly skipping out the door, Yerbol told his partner:
"Before we go interrogate Nuly, let's check the cell out. I'm just...curious." After ascertaining it's location, the duo found themselves at the end of a wide hallway, containment fields that were once firmly in place now flickering in submission. The cell that Soto was listed to be in looked no different except for scorch marks along the edges of the field. 
"Odd." While all the other fields were at least attempting to revive themselves, there was no activity here. If Junoco was accurate, then no one else could have altered the containment fields from the outside.  
"More evidence that we need to talk to Nuly, eh?" 

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"Back away, Qyaari...real slow." Yerbol shook his head in frustration, hands up as they complied with the directive of one of the three armored Justicars, all of which were holding massively oversized rifles that could have been mistaken for assault cannons. This blockade was directly in front of the entrance to what was once another expansive residential section for the middle class, but had been taken over by gangs, then the Justicars, then the Xiis and then...well, back to the Justicars. 
"We're not here to cause trouble."
"Uh huh." Yerbol looked back at the empty taxi pad, chiding himself for taking such a stupidly visible route into enemy territory. He would need to rely on his stealthier counterpart to bail him out(she was going to give him grief for this):

[i]I wanted to slip in a lot more quietly than this. Any ideas?[/i]