[u]Xid[/u]

It seemed like an hour had passed before the familiar hiss from the cell doors being open came, his fingers paused in his care to let his eyes look up and spot Viera. Xid felt his heart sank at her image even when the door slammed shut behind her. She was trembling like a leaf while tears streamed down her face, the Padawan’s body instinctive reacting to her pain. He could almost feel it wafting off her, enhanced by her sobs. It didn’t take a talent or anything special to note her emotional state had been pushed dangerous close to the fraying point. Immediately, leaving the wet makeshift rag upon Allanar’s head, he lifted himself and made his way towards Viera. His boot clicked in his steps eating the gap between when he exited the older Jedi’s cell. He couldn’t bring himself to ask her what had happened for the mere question might’ve shattered her completely, but instead placed a reassuring hand upon her shoulder and gave a weak, empathic smile. 

Slowly he wrapped his arm about her shoulders and in a slightly coaxing fashion, gently guided her to the empty Cell beside Allanar’s. He had done it absentmindedly, even worse hadn’t realize it was his own cell until they had actually walked in. Regardless he was too mentally exhausted to care at this moment and likely-he had a feeling-Viera might’ve not really acknowledged her whereabouts at all. 

This wasn’t enough to help, Xid thought bitterly as the familiar disappointment wash over him. Despite his own depression and tiredness, Xid’s heart stirred in hopes to comfort Viera in some manner. Currently how he was going to be able to accomplish such a feat was a mystery to him. Once past the door he guided her to sit on the bed and soon took the space beside her. The Padawan’s mind was so full of concern and this made him a little thoughtless in his word choice. So the comment that popped from his lips was likely the worse one he could’ve chosen. “You look as terrible as I feel. Mind telling me what’s on your mind or would you rather I leave you alone?” 

Worry was clear in his voice as he spoke the last word, upset that his new friend would shut herself down. It sounded like something he would’ve done and that idea became a queasy notion in his core but he tried to hide any sign of it showing on the outside. Xid couldn’t bear to unnerve her anymore then she was. 

 Before either he could continue or Viera answer, the forcefield and energy doors suddenly went up when the Bulkdoors came open again, immediately followed by the appearance of a Sith. Without thinking, the boy had hastily pushed to his feet only to realize he was trapped within the cell alongside Viera. His head turned briefly her way to note the same fear that pulsed through him then took a closer look at the new arrival. This Sith was unfamiliar to Xid, the Padawan thankfully never had the unpleasant chance to meet her, so he took the chance to absorb her image. Just in case he ever did. She was a human with long straight hair and aggression in her walk through the deactivating forcefields. 

As her stomping boots brought her deeper into the Cell Block, she finally halted and entered Strago’s cell. At first Xid had thought she had come for a Jedi who hadn’t been tortured. His mind had thought it would’ve been Taia, his mind jumped to her because he had yet to see her leave or return. Any farther thinking was interrupted by the Sith’s shriek as his sights looked across to the Cell, much to his horror he was able to view much of the scene’s on goings through the energy doors and multiple forcefields which separated Strago and the others. The idea of being a spectator didn’t sit well with Xid at all, his eyes cease watching the scene when the Sith placed her hand upon Strago’s chest for reasons unknown to him. 

His body moved to the energy doors and slammed into the release button within the cell. Nothing… viciously he jabbed at it again and again, the same thing happened. Nothing. The energy doors to the independent Cells weren’t opening. He didn’t know why, just that he couldn’t get out -not that it would help since he seemed to forget about the forcefields. Upset, Xid attempted to fiddle with the contraption that held the button. He tried to take a firm hold but felt his hand lose grip and skid to the side. It flung into the barrier creating a familiar hiss. He bite back a scream from pain rippled through his mind as his flesh cooked, his hand instantly jerked back. He ignored the throbbing fire and he feverishly returned his attention to the scene. Xid faintly hoped the Jedi would come out on top. 

It went back and forth, finally escalated into a fight. The Sith one moment had the upper hand only to have Strago counter, gaining an advantage that soon fell afterwards. They seemed well matched for each other until the Sith started to play dirty. Flashes from the force lighting lite up the cell walls, filtered by the light blue and red barriers, while she struck at Strago and likewise, the Jedi used push or pulled to counter her attacks. For Xid, though he couldn’t be sure, it looked as if the Sith was trying to use the Jedi to heal. However the idea was strange to him because such a thing was unheard for him. At some point in the fight they had made their way towards the forcefield with Strago in the process of overpowering the Sith…but things went horrible wrong. She tried to push him into the blue light barrier, her lightsaber shut off by earlier impact, and this time he took her with him. They both hit and it made Xid flinch. It had to end at some point but soon after that thought slipped out of his mind, the Padawan wished he could take it back. It was like a slowed down image fixed in his head when the Sith panicked, her lightsaber turned on and kneed him into the groin. The worst part was when she sliced right through his lower leg! 

Xid’s eyes stood in silence and shock when the pair fell, the Sith separated finally from the Jedi’s grip. 

“No…no..NO!” He didn’t notice the shouts weren’t inside his head. 

The Sith seemed almost as stunned as him, but the boy didn’t notice or at this point care. His eyes had been fixed to the cauterized leg, if he waited too long then it would become useless and Strago crippled. Once the woman exited, the forcefields fell causing Xid’s fist to slam the button with success this time. The Energy door disappeared just moments before he rushed out. He wasn’t going to allow this. Not this time, Xid swore, his body leaned down and pulled up the still warmed fleshy limb. The Padawan peeled away the fabric to focus on the skin itself and in hopes to mend it, dropping hard to his knees. He ensured to reposition it best he could. There wasn’t going to be any holding back this time. He would heal it or died trying. Xid’s eyes disappeared under his eyelids during his focus, the familiar energy tingles shot through his fingers and into the Jedi’s flesh. Just like in his earlier trials, his energy seemed to drain away at a quick rate. However he wasn’t going to stop until the leg had healed. His mind was so in tune with the task, Xid didn’t hear or feel Viera pull him. He hadn’t seen the Cell Block door open, the trooper with raised blasters pointed at him, or the medical team that rushed in. Viera had managed to pull him away when the Empire medics started to pull towards Strago. 

His eyes, now opened, never left the Jedi that was rushed out followed by the troopers. The door’s hiss echoed in Xid’s numb mind and weakened body. His skin had paled once more thanks to his healing falling short of ideal but luckily he could at least stand, albeit wobbly, onto his feet. Once he found his balance using the wall to aid him along, Xid had started to shuffle his way back to his room in a machine like way.