[center][b]~| Day 1, 17:41 GST |~[/b]
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex |~[/center]

It wasn't until his head hit the floor that Som realised he was beginning to come to, and immediately he felt the worse for it. Part of him just wanted to sink back into the serenity on the endless slumber the medications had brought upon him, back the other part, the part trained by his grandfather, told him to harness the pain and use it. Focussing Som let his consciousness surface, letting the pain guide the way through the blackness that was sleep, until finally he could feel the sensations of his body once more.

The pain was even greater than he'd first thought, but that just meant there was more material for the Mirialan to work with. The highest concentration was in his jaw and as he tried to grind his teeth together the burning sensation became a nova. He could feel a couple of the teeth wobbling against his tongue and knew that he'd probably have to remove them before an infection set in, but that was something to worry about later.

The next greatest source of pain was his back, just along the bottom of his ribcage. SHifting himself on the floor Som tested his limits and there didn't seem to be too much give trom the fragile bones, so the damage was probably just the heavy bruising from where he'd been smashed against the shuttle by the Sith, along with whatever had happened to his during the flight from the Temple. And despite everything else, he knew they were most certainly no longer at the Temple, unless the drugs had kept him suppressed for a far longer time than he'd first guessed.

Laying on the floor Som reached out as best he could with the Force, trying to gauge the state of his surroundings before revealing his awakening to those nearby, just in case the Sith were waiting for him to show signs of recovery before attacking once more. Best to play possum and let them await their sport a little longer. It wasn't like they could get any angrier with him for making them wait a few minutes more. His sense told him nothing useful though, the heavy pall of darkness which seemed to hang over everything he sensed made it impossible for his limited control of the Force to pierce the shadows. All he knew for certain was that wherever this place was, it was a place corrupted and dedicated to the Dark Side in ways he couldn't even begin to imagine.

With nothing better to do, no way of learning more about his circumstances and unwilling to simply lay on the cold floor awaiting execution Som pushed himself up into a seated position and took a deep breath, which he almost immediately regretted. Coughing several times, causing flares of pain to burst inside him each time, Som tried to clear his throat of the noxious vapours he was breathing, only to realise that the flavour was not from the air around him but from within his own body. Most likely a side effect of whatever chemicals had been used on him, the traces of which he could still feel lingering in his blood.

Blinking his eyes open Som glanced around the dark chamber, trying to see whether there was yet hope for escape or freedom. Or failing that any sign that his death was going to be of more use than mere entertainment for some twisted perversion of nature.