[center]~|Day 1, 18:10 GST|~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex |~[/center]

Xid felt dead inside. His eyes seeing the dead trooper over and over, unable to forget because it would mean he had forgiven himself. Something he couldn’t bare to do. He killed someone, an innocent man following the order of Sith, and now he could never forget it. The Jedi knight leaned harder on Shiri while the padawan struggled to keep him upright. They shuffled their way toward the cells with blasters prodding them along. Xid barely felt the harden metal points poking him into the back as his head looked down, his arm wrapped about his ribcage where his side was giving him trouble again. The muscle was hurting but he was pretty sure the damage was far deeper. 

Shortly, they arrived as they were shoved inside. The troopers were extra rough with Xid causing his feet to stumble and his body to collapse onto the floor, his arm immediately letting go of Shiri so he wouldn’t pull them both down. His hand jerked out to stop his face from planting into the hard floor. He felt like laying there, letting the cold floor swallow him up and hopefully make his figure finally stopped trembling. The boy knew he had to get it together but all he could do was see those eyes. Dead. Lifeless. Unforgiving. 

He barely noticed Nazca’s presence, his eyes staring in a hollow fashion. It was clear something had happened and his knees curled under him, poppering him barely while he took small, shallow breaths. He answered in a barely audible volume. “I killed him.”  

Slowly he lowered his forehead to the floor and let the chill wash over him as his hand fisted then slammed down. It made a loud bang and his eyes tightened, his fist slammed again, hard enough to make it tingle. How could he have let it happen? Xid had thought the bastard was forgotten. Instead, it seemed he was creeping around his head, waiting to taint him the moment he showed weakness, and he managed to surface after all those two months of hard work to purge his influence. It angered Xid beyond words. His fist made one final slam then he shoved his body to sit upright though he was sure his hand was close to being broken. Not that it mattered to him. 

He heard the door just at the moment Nazca moved in front of Shiri and him, her body providing a key target for the next Sith. Xid tried to jump up just when the Trandoshan managed to snatch his friend. His eyes flickered in surprise, a hint of fear tingling on the edges, when he spotted the alien he fought before. His claws wrapped about Nazca’s throat before he retreated back through the door. Xid had just barely gotten to his wobbly feet, his side flaring in fresh pain, when he winched and almost crumbled to his knees again. 

His hand instinctively sought the nearest stable crutch: Shiri. Holding close to her, he whispered softly. “We need to get out of here quickly. Before one of us doesn’t come back from the Sith’s visits…”