He stirred in his bedsheets, cracking open one eye as he glowered at the blaring alarm on his clock that stirred him from his peaceful rest. He pushed the off button, very hard to show how angry he was at the darn thing. He then got up and did his usual routine, got out of bed, and walked straight for the bathroom to shower himself clean. Several minutes passed as he walked back to his equipment that was set aside on a chair.
He grabbed his clothing first, which had large propulsion boosters attached to the hip. It was a suit that was carefully repaired. Slipping it on the shoes and gloves were the next to come on. He then turned to look at the helmet and breathe very slowly. This new job wasn't going to be easy, but it was best to avoid the more harsher punishments. It all happened last night.
---7-10 hours before---
Na'ari Azura was captured. He put up a long and strenuous fight against the army. But in the end, he had no choice but to give in to his injuries and the remaining force. He felt embittered at what it all means. Trial, verdict, death. He was the only son in his family, which means the branch of the family tree he was budding would be snipped off, and the chance the Azura line would be extinct in the male line would be very likely.
"Na'ari Azura XII. The charges are as follows, resisting arrest, the destruction of several places of businesses an-" drooled an officer who was listing his charges.
"Destruction of places of criminal intent. Correct that. And drop the twelve, the only reason I was named The twelfth was because I lucked out of a more simpler name due to my resemblance to my forefather." the accused interrupted and walked forward in his cell but was stopped by an electric chain strapped to his waist. "You're simply causing a disease to run rampant in the Galaxy."
"You are a disease Mister Azura. We will be happy to remove you permanently off this Gala-" the officer was interrupted by the approach of someone highly important. Na'ari could only sit back and watch the approach. It appeared to be a woman, but what was a woman doing here?
"A little lost are we? The visiting areas are that way." Na'ari stated as he pointed in a random direction. "You're in the holding cells, why come here and visit a guy about to be torn apart by the Chancellor?" His joking mood shifted from joking to serious as he asked his question. He didn't care who the woman was he just wanted to be rid of her as soon as possible. But he knew he shouldn't joke. He was on Valsir, the Capitol of the Galaxy. His home planet, it would be likely that he might die on the planet that spawned him. But it seemed deep in heart he knew that, and was trying to put humor into his imprisonment.