NOTE:  The following messages were recovered from the Imperial Prison Barge Purge, after its discovery in the Unknown Regions.

With the exception of certain elements that have been redacted upon the request of specific parties or individuals, these letters and notations are presented here unedited, with their original spelling and syntax intact, in the interest of galactic scholarship.  

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Letter from Armo Drane (Inmate ICN-20020) to his wife Tso Sook Drane:

Dear Tso:

Well, it’s morning again.  Plenty of time to write and think.  The guards say that we are still six days out from our detention moon but I don’t know if I believe them.   Seems like we’ve already been gone a long time.  The food here isn’t as bad as I thought.  I keep to myself and try to keep my head down.   A guard named Wembly said he’d try to get this letter back to you and so I hope he does. 

Someday I hope I can get a chance to explain what I did.   If it makes things easier for you and Jollar it was worth it.   Meanwhile I hope this letter reaches you in good health and the farm is not giving you too much trouble.

Your loving,

Arno

PS: Don’t forget to check the humidity sensor on the water vaporator on the south quardrant.  You know how it gets bound up.

PPS: If Moy-Ran Bostt comes by again and tells you we still owe him back pay for last season, you send him packing.  He is a piker and he was already paid once for that harvest.

Found written on the wall of the Purge’s mess hall:

WARDEN KLOTH EATS IT

From Trig Longo (Inmate ICN-299282) to Gilles Longo:

Hey Dad:

I just found this letter that Kale was writing to you.   He is asleep right now and doesn’t know I found it under the mattress.  But there was a little space left at the bottom to write this.

I think we’re the only ones left.

For a long time everybody was yelling, “Let us out so we at least have a chance,” stuff like that.  The Rodians in the cell across from ours died.  Then the rest of them did too.  Now it’s so quiet.  I can smell the bodies locked up around us.  They’re starting to rot.

There are no guards left either.

I don’t know why we didn’t get sick.  Whatever it is Kale and I must be immune to it.  If no one comes to let us out we’ll starve to death in here.  I’m not hungry but I am thirsty and I don’t want to die in here

Running out of room.

Wait.

I think I just heard something on the other side of the hall.

It sounds like footsteps heading this way.

Maybe we’ll be all right after all

I think someone’s coming.