[center]~|Day 2, 6:00- 7:10 GST |~
~|Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex |~
[u][h3]Xid[/h3][/u][/center]

Dreams, vivid and fast fading, twisted into unwanted memories while he slept. Xid tossed in his sleep. Restlessly his body curled up in his robes and moved about, feeling the dread fill his mind once more. That day settled to the surface against his desire. No longer locked away, it taunted him in his effort to rid himself of the horrors he wanted to forget. He curled tighter into a ball, his breath heavy and skin sweating in a cold chill leaving him shaking in his sleep. It had been too long since these nightmares had returned. A fact that he was ill prepared didn't help as he tried to brush away the fear creeping into his focus.

Why was he ever sent to that planet in the first place?

The question spread and scattered over his mental calm, ripping it to pieces with each echo. It would've been better if someone had driven a nail through his skull than let him live this again. A mercy really. But that was the last thing he should expect on a hellish ship like this.

It was nearly a year ago when he first arrived on the frozen planet called Belsavis, a high tech and secretive prison planet where the Republic's worse were kept. They were locked away from civilization for their crimes because the technological advances deemed it impossible to escape from. For some strange reasons, the Republic Council had contacted and promptly requested the Jedi Order's aid in researching the technology located there. Namely to discover how to further improve planetary defense systems against Empire attack, their losses killing Republic moral, and seeking to end the war in their favor. Since the technology required force-based knowledge and skill, Xid and his Master were chosen to take on the task. They were cautioned against any action that would lead to new weapons derived from the ancient relics by the Jedi Council though only Sela had met them personally. This memory would be one among many from the horrors within which would haunt him forever and leave him scarred internally.

[i][center]~|Besalvis, 2 years ago|~
[u]Mirror, Mirror, Who's the Darkest One of All?(Part 1)[/u][/center]


The moment they stepped off the ship's landing pad, Xid succumbed to the bitter wind chill nip. It whipped across his lips and he knew they had turned purple, frozen by the dangerously low temperatures. Immediately his arms huddled around him while his eyes sought Sela. She was also bundled in thick furs and boots much like himself, and already heading toward a distance green. It wasn't far away. The tropical scenery was out of place within this frigid wasteland and easily spotted. Inviting enough, he turned to follow his master's lead. When his boot hit the snow, however, it sank. He grunted when his foot buried itself up to his middle calf and stuck fast. His blue eyes twisted into confusion as he peered downward, inwardly groaning at his misfortune. Feeling the flurries collect on his still figure, his arms started to pry themselves out by gripping his knee before jerking up. 

Once... twice... plop!

When his leg released, Xid instantly lost his balance. His body curled back and his ass flopped upon the wet snowbank with a muffled yelp. Sela's crunching steps stopped when she heard his struggle, her figure twisted back and coming to into view once more. She struggled toward him and reached out her arm to aid him. Sighing, Xid held out his own for her to grab while she grunted, pulling him upright once more. Where his fur had landed in the snow, he felt wet and cold, the ice seeping into the under robes he wore just to make him miserable. Undeterred, the young padawan trudged along in his master's wake. Shivering in shame.

A few hours later, the frozen landscape faded into a warm, humid scene. Feeling the heat creep up on him, Xid gently removed his coat and slung it over his shoulder for the time. It wouldn't take long before where his body was stiff and frigid, sweat began to pour causing him to wipe his brow. He gave a weak smirk at his master followed by a gentle comment. “I'm not sure which is worse, master. Either trudging though the frozen wasteland or sweating within the tropics here.”

Sela chuckled lightly. She was already pulling off her own coat, followed by her over tunic and the boots, to lighten her load. “I much rather be sweating then freezing, Xid. Namely as I find it easier to peel layers you have than wanting to add more that you don't. Now, lets get to that prison before we end up melting, shall we?”

Her lighter layers seeming to have done the trick because she started to walk off bare footed toward the looming building. Eagerly cutting the distance, she expected Xid to follow in her wake. She was right of course. After being shown the example, Xid was shortly free of his boots and over tunic as well then he darted into the thick ferns after her. He could hear Sela's soft laughter when he ducked into the brush. His feet slapped the filthy ground running and shoved apart the greenery aside in his path, trying to catch up.

In a few hours, itchy fronds scratched at his hot skin making it twitch in reaction. Bugs were buzzing about his figure, irritating or worse, to curiously explore him trespassing upon their residence. Shortly a pyramid shaped building came into view for the Jedi. Unable to sight see, Sela quickly ushered him to the entrance where several armed troopers were awaiting their arrival, their forms dressed in the crisp, clean uniforms and bearing the Republic sigils on their right breast. Their blasters were held at the ready as they tensed on spotting movement, becoming ridged at seeing Sela and Xid edge their way into view. Instantly, one man, the obvious captain as shown in his outer wear, had stepped forth to meet them halfway. His polished boots clipping on the stone path before he came to a halt before the pair and raised his hand to saluted Sela, greeting her first in correct protocol. Being in his late thirties, black hair and hazel eyes, he stroked his beards when his gesture ended in a nervous habit.

“Welcome, Jedi Master Sela. We've been informed you'd be arriving and prepared you a living space for your stay though I'm regretful to inform you it's not much.” His voice stressed to keep steady and calm.

Xid;s eyes tightened on the reaction and out of habit, he caught Sela's eyes. She nodded, agreeing with his instinct, though she refused to comment out loud. Instead her arms folded into her thinner robes and took a respectful bow at the Captain then replied in a causal manner. “The living accommodation matter very little Captain, my Padawan and I will likely be very comfortable nevertheless during our stay. Would you be so kind as inform us about the prison and the technology Xid will be studying?”

“Certainly...” With that, the Captain stepped aside then held out his hand for the two to head inside first.

Sela cautiously, but calmly, lead the way inside. [/i]

Xid's body shot upright, his mind jerked awake. His eyes snapped open and breathing heavy when his desperation for the memories to cease finally woke him up. The boy was shaking violently at the recollection though the dream had only gotten through the beginnings. He hadn't even met the real cause for concern yet. Immediately Xid swung over his legs to the bedside and leaned over, his breath trying to resume a suitable pace. In and out, his mind began to coach his lungs into breathing correctly. His hand came up to ruffle his short hair in unnerved gesture and slowly, his jitteriness faded. Inwardly he scolded himself over breaking down so easily after only meeting a few Sith and one rotten experience, not even a violent or cruel one, had unraveled him so easily. It was enough to make him frown even more at his lacking strength.

It was obvious now to him who the weak link was.

Who was easy prey and Xid hated it. His mind reminded of Tolun's facts that he was the main means to escape and because of that, their best hope to see outside this ship without giving up who they were. The price for that was he would be forced to see his fellow Jedi attempt to protect him as much as they could against the Sith's efforts. Namely because if he fell, any chance that relied on him was gone too.

The knight sighed, his hand ruffled his scalp in unease, then hoisted himself upright. He needed to wash away his worries before they finally devoured him and just sitting on the bed wasn't helping. His feet dragged his way to the public showers, boots scuffling across the parasteel flooring and into the room. The first thing he noticed was the lacking in privacy. The showers were seeing through and the toilets practically hid nothing, Xid's teeth gritted in discomfort when his body succumbed to the natural tingling to take care of business. Pausing long enough to edge back through the door and ensure no one was coming, Xid emptied his bladder then proceeded to the next problem: taking a shower. He didn’t want to. however, going around clammy and sweaty wasn’t something that appealed much to him. Especially since he felt it screamed the truth, that he was far weaker than the other, which the least helpful in this situation. Unlike Tolun, Xid knew his anatomy didn't hide enough to allow him comfort in publicly bathing. An anxiety built at the thought of the female Jedi waltzing on scene, his teeth tightened against the urge to forget the shower, returning to the main complex where he didn’t have to risk it. It won’t solve the problem in the future. 

The knight sighed, deep down he knew it was likely best to rig up a temporary solution then get it done and over with quickly. Rather than prologue until it was unavoidable. He stood back, his fingers pressed to his chin, and mentally studied his options.