[centre]18:10 Kaggath, Main prison complex[/centre]

Nazca glanced over at Lea, looking slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry. Nazca Barsavi, at your service...though don't require that service to need more than one hand." She smiled lightly before turning and watching as various others woke up. Shiri and Xid were talking, apparently about escaping. What else would require Xid to jerk his head towards the camera and whisper to each other? Before she could get up and ask what was going on, or at the very least ask Shiri if their alliance was still in good terms the Echani woke up. It didn't take force powers to tell that he was angry. [i]Well, at least I'm not the only one with issues like that.[/i] She thought, smirking as Tolun answered his question for him. She only vaguely remembered the Jedi from discussions about how to remove her permanent jewelry. "Well..half you work is done for you Tolun!" She called cheerfully, waving her stump hand at him. "Should make removal of the other five easier now, right?"

She looked with minor alarm at the arrival of the hooded Sith and his soldiers, narrowing her eyes at the Sith himself. At least, she assumed it was a male. His build was familiar. Before she could say anything, the soldiers had already grabbed Xid and Shiri and were gone. What followed was a tense amount of time that Nazca couldn't count, waiting for both to return, fearing the worst.

She was relieved when Xid and Shiri both returned relatively unharmed but at the look on Xid's face her fears returned. She hurried her way over to the two of them. "Xid, what's wrong?" She looked up at Shiri. "What happened?"

[centre][b]A few minutes earlier, Sish and Jayda.[/b][/centre]

Sish strode into Jayda’s room, unannounced, and glanced around. His eyes narrowed at her meditating form, before speaking.. “I do hope you’re not trying to reign in your emotions. The others will be able to sense that a mile away and will try to kill you for it. You need to learn what it is we’re doing here, and how to do it. We’re going to go find a Jedi, torture them, and eventually break them if at all possible. If you don’t have a valid excuse for not doing this, or you can’t stomach doing this, you will be torn apart by the Sith, or tossed to the Sithspawn by Darth Nyiss. I suggest you either be able to do this from the start, or be very good at pretending. Lets go.” 

Jayda ceased her movement, her arm stretched out and the other held tightly to her body, before her head turned to look at him. She had heard him enter the room when his toes clicked on the metal grating entering her room. The energy within the room had a mixture of light and dark, the energies swirling over and over in total calm chaos, while she tried to collect her pain into her core. Slowly she had started to seal it away. Bit by bit, the misery, fury, and her worse emotions started to gather within her heart where it was bottled up among the eight years Sish had made her life miserable. Each scar that faded was only a surface mark of what lied underneath and reminded her of her weakness. 

She had changed her clothes, gone from the thick padded tunic to a thinner, black one and new trousers. Her feet had become bare as she snatched her boots from her bed, careful to note the slightly wider gap between the bed frame and her mattress of the claimed bunk. Slipping them on, she followed Sish out into the hallway, struggling not to fall behind, while they departed toward the cell block. It was only hours earlier did she manage to transport her own Jedi to a fate worse than death. It shouldn’t have bothered her. The Jedi could’ve fled or surrendered, instead he attacked and forced her to put him down. In a small, pitiful way she wished the pale humanoid had died after her last strike. Though if she had the courage, she herself would’ve ended him easily. 

The Zabrak’s attention become alert when she spotted the cells on their approach.  

Nazca's eyes shot up as the door opened once more and a Trandoshan came through. Protectively, she moved in front of Xid and Shiri, daring the lizard to try and go through her to get to them. Despite the fact that he could easily do so with a mere flick of his wrist.

Sish's eyes settled on Nazca, seeing the defiant and angry look in her body tone and eyes. With a gesture he Force pulled her into his claws, gripping her by the neck. She tried to say something as he turned around and walked out the door and sealed it behind him, but only managed to make gurgled sounds around his crushing grip. “She’ll do. Lets go find ourselves a room.” 

Nazca, despite the crushing grip around her throat and alarming lack of oxygen reaching her brain, tried to memorize the path to the torture chamber, and any side doors that might lead to escape. Unfortunately, she couldn't see much or even remember it well by the time they reached the chamber.

[centre]~Day 3 16:30, outside the [i]Memory of Coruscant[/i]~[/centre]

Soon after Master Tetsu left the [i]Memory of Coruscant[/i] another ship was reported docking in the hangar bay. A large Herglic made his way slowly off the shuttle, maneuvering out the door as best he was able,  looking decidedly unhappy about the situation he was about to involve himself in. [i]Long periods of time in a ship designed for humans, trying to maneuver through the doors quickly enough, only to be put on a planet designed for humanoids as well..this is going to be an interesting time.[/i] He thought as he made his way into the ship. A Twi'lek, no doubt Master Tetsu, brushed passed him in an apparent hurry. [i]No matter. I'll meet her soon enough...provided I can get through the doorways before she comes back..[/i]

Much to his obvious surprise, however, the doorways and hallways throughout the ship were modified so he could move through them with relative ease. After stopping a crew member he found out where Master Novan and Knight Rahn were located, and where his medbay was located. Melloch walked into the meditation chamber, nodding at both humans in a friendly greeting. Before he spoke a disapproving look crossed his face as he saw Lyric smoking his cigar. "Master Novan, Knight Rahn, a pleasure to meet you both. I am Melloch. I'm here to help you on your mission, and patch you up whenever things go wrong and you don't deflect that one blaster bolt or miss that one knife in an assassin's hand." He grinned down at the two of them. "I do hope you're not the flinchy, fussy type when someone sews you back up. And I just want to say how grateful I am that the ship is modified so I can move through without getting stuck in the doorways every five seconds."