[center]~| Day 1, 17:49 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex |~[/center]

Slowly through a persistent nothingness, sensation began to return. Tolun Fi began to feel his limbs and his mind awaken before his eyes found it feasible to open, revealing a blurry world that took a few moments to gain clarity. He continued to lay down, his lengthy frame too long for the bed, and he collected his thoughts as he began to wiggle his fingers and toes, judging the extent of their mobility and the sensation of whatever anesthesia had been used to subdue him. The Kaminoan sorted through hazy memories, trying to remember how he had gotten here. He remembered his lab, destroyed by his hand, Navi disappearing into the vents, and… ah, yes. Darth Nyiss. After he had willingly surrendered his blade to the woman and accepted her capitulation offer, she led him out of the forced entryway both had contributed in making and then there was a sharp prick in his neck. Soldiers unseen had been waiting, and it was probably a standard precaution for all of the Jedi they had intended to capture.

 He was certain he wasn’t the only one, which was something he confirmed moments later by sitting up and looking around. There were certainly other captives, all Jedi. [I]This does not bode well for any of the Order. There must have been a reason for capture as opposed to murder. Everyone here is to serve a purpose, but what?[/I] he thought to himself, eventually finding his footing. Curiously, he was one of the last to awaken, possibly a symptom of him having seldom ever been sedated and thus having little tolerance for it, or that his height and large distances between his heart and other organs, particularly his brain, was substantially longer than humanoid species. 

Tolun Fi stood, looking around at his surrounding, a row of red-sheeted beds in a row, no privacy afforded. He could not readily see security drones or cameras, but for now it would be best to assume they were present and he began to investigate the prison. Across the way was another room of bunks, identical to the one he had awakened in. Orientating himself with his origin room being North, to the South there was the sanitation room, where the toiletry and showers were open. There would be no modesty, nor anything to hide. To the West was a medical lab, with some vaguely familiar pieces of equipment. Its presence indicated the Sith were going to look after the Jedis’ welfare to some extent. It likely wasn’t a good omen.

A disoriented padawan caught his eye, an Echani, understandably distraught. “There is up to 24 of us.” Tolun Fi replied. “Judging from a simple bed count, there’s likelihood that there are fewer. Take the time to meditate, young padawan, there are answers we not have privy to for some time, but take solstice in that you are alive and you are not alone. Do not forget your master’s teachings, and do not succumb to fear. It is a temporary arrangement, but in the meantime, let’s focus on what we do know. We are captives of the Sith, and we are in a contained prison block that can only be accessed by turbo lifts. Some of us are missing, so either they did not capture a full 24 of us, or others have been taken elsewhere on the ship. What is your name, padawan? Who was your master?”