[center]~|Day 1, 18:13 - 18:17 GST|~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex |~[/center]

Xid watched Koren settle himself in, listening to the older Knight reply. He smirked at the mention of kitchen, bring a positive feeling he would miss out scrubbing the dishes by hand, his least favorite chore during his stays among the Coruscant Temple. Namely because he couldn’t use machines or aid of any sort, causing time to go on ever until he was done. At Koren’s mention about a Trandoshan with a cybernetic eye, Xid pulled upright and winched at his carelessness. He bit down on his tongue to stop the scream surging to the surface, resulting in a sharp inhale instead, while he struggled to rein in the pain. His hand went to his side where the cracked ribs protested every little movement bring misery at his blunt ignoring it. He managed to bring his leg up and underneath his other, folding into a more comfortable position before slouching back once more.   

At hearing the comment about the Sith Trandonshan, Xid let out a soft chuckle. “As much as I dislike kitchen duty, I would take it any day compared to being a prisoner. Your captor sounds like the same one I fought then, because I doubt there will be many Trandonshan. Sith tend to be selective of their ranks though I got to say his claws are much worse than his breath.” 

Xid pointed at his face where there were thin, redden lines where the beast’s claws managed to get him. “I think he managed to fracture a rib when he tossed one of the droids on top of me, but I managed to get a few strikes in before a second Sith got to me. I didn’t even see him.” 

 Another voice, muffled and distorted through a mask, spoke causing the teenager to snap his head to the source. He blinked at first and looked harder at the Kel Dor Knight, his mind slow in recognizing him. After several moments the Kel Dor’s observations still continuing and  ending in a question, until it dawned on him why the alien was so familiar. Alat Sev. A black sheep Knight among the Jedi older much like Tolun Fi and himself, though all three for many different reasons. Xid tried to fix in but it proved accomplishment didn’t happen though effort alone. It didn’t help that because of his association to machinery, which many disliked, some believed he should’ve been left to the Jedi Corps. Despite their own lightsabers being such a device and most often their sole possession.   

His head shifted to meet the Jedi knight's gaze, unable to feel the normal intimidation he found most padawan described to be there within the Kel Dor's eyes. Maybe it was because he knew the Jedi some or better than them, he couldn't say for sure. Xid leaned back to relax as he returned to Alat's question. "I hate to say it, Alat, but I didn't manage to take any of the one I encountered down. It wasn’t for not trying though. 

Xid watched the Kel Dor return his gaze return back to the wall, releasing the younger Jedi from being forced to keep it. Slowing his breath while he waited for the pain to pass, his thoughts putting together what he learned.  “So far we have at least two notable ones, one Koren and I encounter, as well another additional one.” 

Still waiting on Shiri to recall her experiences, someone else had approached to the small gathering and conversing at his current bunk. It was a light brown, petite girl about the Twi’Lek’s and his own age walking closer while she spoke about a Darth Nyiss and having many Sith under her, making his plan seem less clever. Xid’s eyes tightened in thought as he struggled to remember something back in the temple. It was enough to distract him when the girl reached over and touched him, starting with his side. He jerked reflexively, his face getting red, in surprise at her action without asking.  Immediately his fractured rib were the first to numb, followed by his chest, shoulder and back, allowing the force to slowly mend them. It would take days and repeated sessions, Force Healing only enhancing the natural ability of an individual, before his rib and chest would be fully healed. However when his hand reached to touch his head back, the bump there had notably shank almost back into it’s original state. The scabs on his face had started to fade and starting to be overtaken by normal flesh again, looking at least a day or two old now. 

Feeling like a padawan again at her last comment covered about several facts he feared were true. The ship had entered hyperspace, making any planet lightyears away, and there likely to be visible lax in guard detail until a few days had passed. As much as he hated feeling helpless, the girl was right and merely not being easy slaughter or subservient to the Siths’ whims were their best option. It wasn’t long before the girl started to drift to the food they were likely to be provided and found himself calling up his first civil encounter with a Sith. 

“I can’t say I’m much in the mood for food, especially after learning my plan isn’t going to be as helpful as I had hoped. Merely we just need some idea of the Sith that could be key threats and how we can possibly deal with them.” Xid replied to the padawan and continued. “As for the mention of the Darth, she was likely the dark presence I felt before Master Sela sent me retreating to get help. I don’t think she made it, but hope what I felt was wrong.” 

He sighed, adding his introductions. “My name’s Xid Terrik and Knight for two weeks now.” 

His hand pointed to each individual while he also mentioned their names, going from Koren, Shiri, Alat, and finally…Xid stopped in his introductions to finally notice Tolun’s Fi’s absence. He had noticed the knight after he had been carried to the but now, he was gone. So focused on his conversation, he had failed to notice the Kominoa being taken away silently until now. “Where’s Tolun Fi?”