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Voice Testing Meme

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"Didn't mean anything by it." He replied, lifting both hands briefly, spreading his fingers, the gesture was almost an apology on its own. Even as nonchalant as the statement was, it was also true. He'd expected General Organa to be taller as well, and she was downright tiny in comparison to those under her command.

His nose wrinkled a little at the collar, but he didn't argue it, "Yeah, yeah, might as well get this over with."

Hassaku huffed. If he did commit the mistake of pointing out how short he was he would make sure the guy knew just how much pain someone of small size could dish out.

But then he grinned. "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt you." He stepped in closer and moved the collar around him, and it locked soundlessly. "Be a good boy and you might be out of here sooner than you'd think."

"Yeah, I know, just not a fan." He replied, tilting his head a little as if to stretch his neck, nose wrinkling a little again and hoping that General Organa had been right that they'd be able to override the collar's workings when the time came.

He smiled again, just a little, "I'm always good, aside from the murder." He shrugged, "But apparently I'm pretty good at that, too. Just not the not-getting-caught for it part."

The prison wasn't very high tech, as they didn't want to give prisoners too comfortable a life style, even if they were prison guards, so with some work, the collars were probably possible to get off without Hassaku's permission. Not that doing that would make it easy to get out either way.

"Well just so you know, the cutest kid here happens to be a brutal murderer." He was talking about Mikan, but said young man was not allowed to know that he cared for him as much as he did, okay? He would just try to hug him even more often if he knew that. "Follow me."

He curled his finger in a gesture to make him come with him. Time to show the newbie his cell.

"I'll keep that in mind." He said, biting down on the impulse to say something along the lines of 'you've only known me for five minutes and you already think I'm cute.' Because while that may have been the kind of thing Poe would say, part of the reason Finn had been sent on this mission was because he wasn't Poe.

He wouldn't be recognized, and more than that, he wouldn't make wildly inappropriate comments out of boredom. Fear, perhaps, but not boredom, and at the moment he wasn't really afraid. He knew who he was looking for after all, and knew that he'd be extracted soon enough, and that given his training, he should be able to hold his own if it came to a fight, which he was really hoping it wouldn't.

He started to walk toward the cell block Finn would be staying in, expecting the man to follow. It wasn't like he had anywhere else to go, at least not outside of the prison Inside, he could do pretty much whatever he wanted.

"So, why'd you kill'em?"

Usually, but not always, people had reasons for killing others. And he wasn't able to leavve the prison either, so it could get pretty boring at times.

He did follow, though he was keeping his eyes and his ears open, tracking and remembering as much as he could, he'd worry about filtering out what might or might not be important later, for now everything was important.

He shook his head at the question, "Tried to do some damage to a friend of mine, I couldn't let that stand." It was the reason that was closest to the truth, a reason that he would kill someone, and the General had told him to keep his story as close to personal as possible, partly to help him remember it, and partly to help with his conviction when relating it to others.

"No wonder you're not in a maximum security cell, that's pretty boring."

Though had Finn been in one of those cells, there would have been no way for him to get out again, no matter how hard the Resistance tried. Only the craziest, most dangerous criminals were locked up in there, and saw little daylight for years.

Though honestly, he had been hoping for something a little bit more interesting. He pointed to the left as they walk down an aisle.

"That's the cafeteria, big meals're served three times a day."

He nodded, always good to know where the food was, and while it was bound to be worse than what the Resistance managed, it couldn't be any worse than what he'd had while he was a stormtrooper, he'd be fine.

He gave a shrug at the rest, however, "Turns out she didn't actually need my help anyway. Guess that's why she's out there and I'm in here."

They didn't want to give the inmates malnutrition, so there was proper food given out. However, the kitchen staff consisted of inmates as well, so the result varied depending on how many cooks have been imprisoned and released.

"Women are strong, so you screwed yourself on that one." That one being having been caught. He didn't exactly get the details on how the capture happened, that wasn't information deemed relevant for him to know.

He stopped in front of a cell. "Welcome home, this'll be your room."

"And don't I know it." He replied with a heavy sigh, shaking his head and managing to look surprisingly hangdog about the situation at hand.

He gave the cell a once-over, giving a little shrug, "Could be worse." He'd had worse, actually, First Order training being what it was, and isolation cells being what they were. Not that he'd ever committed an infraction serious enough to put him in one, there were still random draws, sometimes, something to -supposedly- prepare the troopers for any type of survival situation.

He hummed a little tune as he pushed the door to the cell open. It was all bars on this side of the room, but the others were stone. Prisoners shouldn't be able to hurt each other just because one person was leaning against the wall, after all, and how some prisoners didn't exactly get along, it was the smart thing to do.

Now, getting locked into prison was a generally bad idea though.

"If you get injured there's an infirmary, but don't go there without actually needing to. We don't have a limitless supply of items here." And even if someone might need to get out to have surgery, that was not going to happen. People would only get out when they die or serve the end of their sentence.

"Don't go to medical unless it's an actual emergency, got it." That was fairly normal among the First Order as well, aside from the twice-annual mandatory health screenings, and occasionally random health screenings, something else to keep them alert and ready for anything, apparently.

He eyed the cell again, "Only have to be in here for lights-out or count or anytime that's not meals or what?"

"Just make sure go go there so you don't die from something stupid." It wouldn't be the first time that happened, honestly. Some people were just too proud to go there and in the end they just got off worse than they should have.

"Just for lights-out, you can walk around freely during the day." It was a pretty good deal for people who weren't in maximum security.

This whole operation was starting to sound more and more like his daily life back with the First Order, which wasn't in and of itself a bad thing, if anything it would make it easier for him to settle in and not look as suspicious as he felt like he looked.

"Good, good, that's," He nodded, "That's good to know."

At least there would be no sudden disturbances or going hungry to bed. Well, unless the guy was one of the weaker ones, of course, but there were guards who kept an eye out for troublemakers.

"Anything else you wanna know before I let you go play?"

He shook his head, but almost immediately added: "Showers. I mean, not that I need one right now, but I'm probably gonna before too long. I've gone without before, but I'm pretty sure nobody wants to deal with that."

"You can shower any time you want except for when it's lights out. There's bathtubs too, but not as many. Try to keep the showers under 20 minutes." According to Hassaku, 20 minutes was plenty enough to get clean. "You'll find soap and towels in your cell, don't let it get mouldy."

He blinked twice, "Some people can actually take a shower that long?" Some of the troopers had it down to five, Finn hadn't managed less than ten unless he was really lagging and needed to be somewhere else, but twenty sounded extravagant.

"It's long, right? I don't think I've ever taken that long a shower." Unless he had to help Mikan shower because the man behaved like a toddler at times and fell asleep while showering. It happened every so often.

"Seems excessive." He agreed with a nod, "Are they reading a novel in there or something?" This was, quite possibly, a serious question, though it was more than likely an exaggeration for the sake of conversation.

Granted, depending on the novel, Finn could read it that quickly, speed-reading and retention was one of a few non-combat skills he had.

"Maybe they're reading the perverted parts." He knew there were a bunch of perverts in here, but Hassaku made sure they didn't take advantage of anyone else while in his prison. He wouldn't stand for that kind of thing. What they did when they were in the privacy of taking a shower he didn't care about, though. "Don't get caught with your pants down too often, okay?"

He snorted a soft laugh at the first, but nodded, because that was a distinct possibility, as only someone who grew up with soldiers -even indoctrinated ones- would know, "Could be."

Another nod at the follow up, "Can do. Definitely the kind of trouble I try to stay out of."

"You won't get in trouble unless you're doing something illegal, no worries. It's just not appreciated by most." He sure didn't enjoy walking in on others doing stuff like that, but he was a bit of a prude on that part.

He shrugged, "Doing something illegal is what got me in here in the first place, not really going to try and make it worse for myself." A small smile, "But thanks for the warning. Appreciate it."

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