Time passed by as mingling, but more importantly, planning commenced within the prison. Gaurds switched out regularly, about one every half an hour, most of them taking a moment to talk to each other. To anyone who listened a peculiar question came to mind. "Where are they positioning you after this?", or "what's your next post'. The responses were completely other planets and asteroids. It was like this place was being cut down or at the very most shut down. About two hours past, the guards that came now held the weaponry of a magnaguard, shock staffs of some sort. They were well armored in a strange blocky uniform unlike that of the average stormtrooper. It was clearly designed to be more prepared for piercing and blunt damage over anything else so that shanks and fish have little use against them. They spoke in distorted voices so that it could not be determined whether they were male or female.

"Single file you are to move for your medical inspections and then to the courtyard for a talk with the warden. Do not resist, or we will use lethal force" They calmly replied, and with that, the energy grid faded leaving them open to the guards. The same Mandalorian who had foolish shocked herself before and snarled at others in a primal anger when they spoke to her sprung to action, raising a fist, only for them to tap a button and shock the metallic parts of her body with what could now be seen, a sort of badge connected to her arm. She screamed in pain and fell to the floor, struggling to get up before the two of the guards shocked her into unconsciousness, prodding at her over and over. With that their attention returned to the people before them. 
"Form a line" They spoke, now significantly more stern.