[center][b]~| Day 2, 11:50-12:25 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Prison room|~[/b][/center]

Nazca muttered a curse under her breath, watching Koren get taken away. A sudden spike of fear went through her. [i]What if the red skinned bitch is taking him? No...no she's powerful enough she would just walk in here and take him. For whatever reason, he's been taken away by someone other than her. Can the regular Sith troops just take us? Or are we strictly for the Sith?[/i] Nazca's thoughts continued on this rambling path until she noticed that Koren had been tossed into the arena beneath her. "Fuck." She could only watch helplessly as he first tested out the polearm, and then had to fight against a war droid. Every blaster bolt that nearly hit him made her flinch. Fortunately, he had everything under control. The War Droid was eventually destroyed and Nazca breathed a sigh of relief, watching as Koren left the Arena. With him out of immediate danger, or at least she couldn't see the immediate danger he was in, she relaxed. And was immediately hit by a wall of exhaustion she had been staving off for a while. 

Without the ability to carry herself Nazca couldn't really move from her position in the middle of the room. Thus, she laid on her side and closed her eyes, muttering, "Can nothing have happened when I wake up? Please?" 

An indeterminable time later, Nazca awoke. She didn't feel any better, nor did she feel like she had any energy. But she could hear Koren and a few other, new, voices. "Great. Some others got caught and dragged to this ship. Fun times!" With that, Nazca crawled over to a wall and picked herself up. Muttering curses all the way, she heavily leaned against it and made her way towards the sound of Koren and the others. Once she was in the doorway, she gave a pained and exhausted smirk. "Two times? My, my, someone's popular. Who were your friends this time? The Trandoshan? The Red Skinned bitch? The one who thought he had charm but was really just an asshole with a scar?"