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It did not take a genius for Lea to figure out that she was being spoken to, which was a good thing, seeing how she wasn’t one. She had never believed herself to be any sort of genius. Sure, there were countless who weren’t as smart as her, but also a great many who were considerably smarter. She eyed the one who’d spoken to her, and older girl with a recently cauterized stump where one of her hands should’ve been. She couldn’t see any special traits to her, so she decided the girl was probably human rather than near-human like she herself was. Of course, she couldn’t be sure, though. Some of the near-human species looked exactly like regular humans. “Rahn. Lea Rahn.” she answered.

“And yes, this is a ship. It is either a Gage-class transport or a Terminus-class destroyer, not quite sure which. You’ve all been fortunate enough to become the captives of Darth Nyiss. Or unfortunate enough, perhaps, seeing how we’re all captives of the Sith. I don’t know much about how different Sith keep their captives, but compared to the way most prisons are set up elsewhere in the galaxy, this place feels like it has much better standards. If that should be any indication as to how well we’ll all be treated as prisoners, there is some hope we’ll not all simply be killed. And if you’re in doubt, it has been something like six-seven hours since this ship came into orbit above whatever heavily populated planet is below.”

She thought for a bit. “That hand of yours. I assume it was cut off by whomever captured you? What was he or she like? If we’re to get out of here, we had better know as much as possible about our captors.” Although Lea had been captive for a good while, she had not seen any of the other Sith involved in whatever had been going on down there. From her numerous sessions under Darth Nyiss, she had gotten a decent image of what that woman would and would not do. Chopping off hands wasn’t her style. Part of the problem with being a captive for so long was the sense of relief that came with being exposed to anyone, even one’s captors, rather than the confines of a cell. The past couple of weeks, the Sith had been more distant than usual, so the time alone had been longer. The first month, she had frequently tried to escape. Sometimes she had even managed to hide for much of a day before being recaptured. But she had never managed to get off the ship, let alone far enough away to avoid recapture. Recently, she’d mostly given up on trying to get away. It was too difficult. But now, with these new prisoners, escape might be possible. She would have to assess options for such as she learned more about them.

“Oh, by the way, what are your names? It is only fair seeing how I told you mine.” she asked, letting go of her idle thoughts from the moments before and paying attention to the others again. It would take time to get used to once more not being all alone most of the time. As she spoke, Lea could see more of the prisoners waking up from whatever had been used to incapacitate them.