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There was hardly any sound as the shuttles landed in the Kaggath’s hangar. Compared to the hangar, the shuttles weren’t very large, but they was more than big enough to hold the people they held. The first shuttle opened up immediately, disgorging a good number of imperial troopers, who immediately formed up into columns before the ramp on the second shuttle. When it opened up, the twenty-odd individuals within disembarked. Or rather, almost half of them were unloaded, seeing how they were both unconscious and strapped to hoversleds. The rest were all Sith, though at least one was dressed more like a Jedi than as a Sith.

Once they were all outside, they all started moving off, heading towards the recently built prison complex. The moment they left, technicians started going over the shuttles, ensuring that they were in peak condition for whatever use they would see. Busy as they were, they failed to see the small droid that somehow had gotten onto the troopers’ shuttle disembarking, slinking off into the ventilation system.

When the turbolift arrived on the prison deck, a good distance away from the hangar, the troopers escorting them split off, taking the still-unconscious prisoners to the prison itself. Due to the relatively small size of the turbolifts up to the cell complex, the prisoners were split up, with just a couple being sent up each turbolift shaft. Each prisoner had a trooper escorting it, making sure the artificial coma was maintained.

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Lea had been making the most of the “free” time she had after being moved into the prison complex. While she hadn’t been able to leave the cell complex itself due to the guards on duty those hours being annoyingly strong-minded, that had not kept her from exploring the cells themselves. She would have a couple of uncomfortable bruises from her attempts at tricking her way past the guards. She really hoped there would not be guards on duty at all times, as that would make escape very difficult later.

Her first impressions of the cell complex had been fairly accurate. There were no easily removed panels, no practical escape routes. Whatever means the Sith used to provide fresh air, it could not be used as a route for escape, at least not without a lightsaber. Most of the floor, she’d found, was constructed from the same red-tinged transparisteel. She estimated it was at least ten centimeters thick, which was more durable than the windows on most capital ships. Whomever had built this place had not spared on expenses. While it was still relatively easy to see through, that much transparisteel still distorted everything that was on the other side a little. Only in the clear transparisteel floor in the center chamber was the distortion minimal.

It hadn’t taken her long to figure out that not only was the Kolto tank in the medical chamber empty, but also completely dry, with no evidence of ever having held any Kolto. She had serious doubts about it being filled up anytime soon. Both before and after her capture, she had learned enough about the Sith and the Empire to say that they would not want to waste Kolto on prisoners without good reason. There was a good supply of less effective medical supplies, though. None of it could really be used for any sort of efficient improvised weaponry, but at least there would not be much chance of her or the other prisoners bleeding out.

The quality of the sanitary facilities had surprised her quite a bit. They might not be particularly private, but they did have warm water and all the normal necessities, which was far more than most captors provided their prisoners. She’d heard from her uncle once that you were lucky if the Hutts bothered to make sure there wasn’t anything actively trying to kill you in their prisons if you were unlucky enough to end up there. The idea of complete sanitary facilities was apparently utterly foreign to them.

She had also selected a bed some distance from the turbolifts, to ensure that she would, hopefully, not be the first pick for whatever Sith would come to torture them. She didn’t really have many hopes of that working, but she had learned that some Sith were not known for their habit of planning far ahead. Some, she’d learned, barely planned beyond the present. She had no doubts that unless someone managed to rescue her or she found a way to escape, she’d eventually have to deal with all the Sith this “Darth Nyiss” brought in.

When the other prisoners arrived, she had been sitting in the center chamber, doing her best to meditate. With the countless deaths and the destruction on the planet below, that wasn’t too easy. Though she had never been there personally, she still felt it when the Jedi Temple was blown up, for it generated a sort of ripple in the Force. She had felt it when the Imperial troopers brought the other prisoners up. Even unconscious, they had a subtle presence in the Force. Only when the troopers had departed did she get to her feet. Even when they had passed right by her, she had ignored them, just as they had ignored her. There were far too many of them to overpower, especially with her unarmed, so she did not want to prove a threat of any kind.

After they left, she had gone to look at the prisoners, trying to see what sorts they were. She vaguely thought she might’ve seen a couple of them years before, but could not be certain. All she had to do then, was wait for them to wake up. There was no point in even trying to wake them up. Security would probably be fairly tight the first couple of days in any case. Somewhat more forward in the ship, a deck further down, she could sense the presence of many Sith, one of them being the familiar presence Darth Nyiss. There were many others, but seeing how they were all unfamiliar, she could not quite determine how many there were. She knew she would not want to encounter them all at once, though. There was no way to tell what sort of people they were, let alone things like species or even gender. The Force did not speak of such to her.