[center]~|Day 2, 8:30- 8:45 GST|~
~|Aboard the Kaggath, Sith Quarters: Jayda’s room|~
[u]Jayda[/u][/center]

Jayda’s breath was steady and calm as she lay silently upon her bed. However, she wasn’t asleep. Her mind was too active, from confusion and the need to stir, to consider sleeping. So in the darkness of the earlier hours, she merely lay there to absorb the movements clear to her senses and pondered over the past though she wanted to forget. The ship’s groaning sounds made the behemoth alive with each ‘breath’ rattling in her keen ears while she leaned back to listen. A steady pace managed to emerge in her mind and in habit, she counted quietly by mouthing the numbers in her native tongue. 1...2....3… It was an exercise she toyed with. Whenever something determined a clear pattern in her mind, she would register it inside her memory for reference later. It held little meaning to anyone else but herself, a recollective habit from her past, and few would consider it worthy to note. 

After several minutes, her mind decided it was time to get up. Her bones ached in slight protest through her face frowned at the sensation being more nulled than expected. In reaction, her hand reached across her figure and jerked the blanket away, flipping over the edge onto the floor. A soft sound when it glided through the air and landed onto the metal floor. In the almost lightless room, her pupils widen to seize whatever light it could, revealing the reason her wounds hadn’t been aching as badly. The bandages weren’t  as reddened and soaked with her blood as she gingerly pulled one off, revealing the scabbed up surface. It had stopping any bleeding from seeping into the bandage through Jayda knew it was far too soon to occur. 

Her nails gently, careful not to reopen the wound, prodded it. She gritted her teeth for a moment as she hissed, softly letting the pain out in a subtle way. Inhaling sharply, she twisted her feet about until her legs were hanging off the bed edge. Without wasting much time she walked carefully over to the dresser and started to change out of her ripped, bloodied and day old clothes to cast away yesterday’s memories. And Sish’s abuse. 

She had just gotten on a fresh, clean tunic when her eyes noted a bunk had been slept in. Immediately her mind drifted to piece last night events together, recollecting it was Zanna that had spent the night, and relaxed for a moment. It was strange that her alchemy was able to mend such serious wounds as she turned on heel, her body coming face to face with something unexpected: a small, untouched cart was sitting near the doorway. On top was a covered lid and the scent of cooked meat filled her nostrils, causing her to cautiously approach it. At just within range, she grinded to a stop. Her eyes studied for suspicious signs it was unfit for consumption then carefully lifted the lip to be assaulted by the reek steak and knew who sent it. Sish. 

Jayda’s lips pulled into a snarl at the thought and considered shoving it into the hallway, untouched. Her hand came to rest on the handle as she gripped hard enough her knuckles were white. Her eyes became unfocused, turning inward in thought, before sighing. She couldn’t do it through she wanted to, pulling the cart closer to her when she trailed weakly back to the bed. 

Out of all the Sith, he was the last one that wanted her dead and even she wasn’t stupid enough, in her current state, despite last night, to weakly eat in front several sith waiting for a target. It was better to digest and debate on her next move rather than act rashly and result in another instant she was crippled. Inhaling slowly, Jayda settled down to eat the meal reluctantly.        

[center]~|Day 2, 7:40-8:00 GST|~
~|Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex|~
[u]Navi[/u][/center]

Navi was skittering along the vents again, growing to know them well and still rattled by his most recent brush with death. His processor kept going over the scene. Nothing in his data banks, recent or past, could determine the murderer's identity or race. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. His legs clicked faster to bring him down the tunnels, buying him more distance, especially should the thing that killed the Sith be following him. Abruptly the droid twisted to the left then darted down a narrowing section and toward the prison complex. 

It took some time. The minutes lengthening with his rapidly moving legs, the little tips tapping in the metal without worry it would be heard. Materials were much thicker here compared to other area in the ship as the droid recalled from what he had managed gain. Over the Jedi’s heads and inside the vent above, the prisoners within the shower area could hear the scratching noise of something crawling.