[center]~|Day 1, 20:33- 20:39  GST|~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex|~[/center]


Xid felt Tolun’s hand upon his shoulder, his face flickering up with a solemn look, the powerlessness seated in his realization. His crumbled spirit held a slight glow of pride at hearing the consular’s praise and gentle reminder, his body stepping away again toward the turbolift. Naturally his head snapped at hearing Shiri’s voice protectively shield Nazca, a fact Tolun’s reprimand prevented him from accomplishing, as she hopped down from the bunk. Her arms wide to block the Darth from stepping any farther. On seeing Shiri put herself at risk, Xid breath stalled. He barely realized he was no longer breathing when the scene played out while his body slouched back over the table edge. His teeth gritted tighter in waiting and some small part of him was trying to push himself toward the trio, mainly to protect them. 

He barely noticed another Jedi leave with a Sith in a mask, his eyes fixed on the Darth and his friends. Despite his want to rush over, his body stalled, listening to Tolun and preventing his intervention into the conflict. As much as he wanted to pull his friend away, he knew Tolun wanted him to consider the bigger picture. If he was injured too badly, that would delay or worse, halt, their chances of escape. The idea of being made to watch his friends suffer left a sour taste in his throat back. 

At the moment it was a waiting game... until Nazca kneed Shiri in the gut abruptly. 

Xid flinched, his body already moving closer while Nazca took off after the Darth and Tolun, her path heading for the lift. His ribs protesting at his hasty movement, the young knight leaned downward on bended knee. His hands checking the Twi’lek for injury as his lips frowned at Nazca’s rotten sneak attack with disapproval. He knew why she had done but he felt the aggression was unwarranted and Shiri suffered for it, merely by trusting her. 

He immediately turned away when he spotted the youngling going for the belt of the Sith, not seeing her receiving it off the Darth. “Are you alright?” 

Gingerly he began to help Shiri up, mindful of his still injured ribs and feeling them renew with pain once more. The healing’s numbness had already started to wear away. Distracted with trying to bite back a hiss of pain and helping Shiri, Xid missed the conversation happening between Nazca and the Darth. At least until he heard the smack of her face being struck by the lightsaber. His head snapped up in time to see the Darth’s force activate the buttons, the doors hissing closed and starting downward. The last thing he saw was Tolun Fi flash a rare, genuine smile at him. xid wished with all his heart and by the Force, that Tolun knew what he was doing and things would turn out alright in the end. Or they would never see the end of this nightmare.