[center]~|Day 2, 5:30- 8:11 GST|~
~|Aboard the Kaggath, Sith Quarters, Prison Cells: Sish’s room to Prison Cells|~
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Sish woke up early and alert, as he always did. His nostrils flared, taking in the scents of the room to make sure nothing had been happened during his sleep. He didn't want to take the chance that someone had sneaked into his room while he was asleep. Finding no scents that were out of the normal, and nothing seeming to have been moved in his utilitarian room, Sish stood. It was early, he knew. Far too early for him to get anything to eat, even though the cooking staff was likely up and getting ready to make breakfast for all the soldiers on the ship. Technically, as a Sith (and a Lord at that), he could go and demand food from them and force them to stop in their preparations too cater to him. But he wasn't about to do that. He had gone days, while hunting Wookies, without food. he could go a few hours. 

While he was waiting however, he could train. The war was officially declared over, but that meant it was truly just beginning. There would be no blatant decrees of war and victory, just deniable actions that would decide the fate of the galaxy. Killers like Sish wouldn't be needed for front line wars anymore. They'd be pieces on a holochess board, moved about as the Emperor needed. But to be an effective piece on the board, he needed to be an effective killer. To be an effective killer, he needed to train. The Trandoshan, back in his customary armor, made his way to the Sith private training room. He noted with a slight amusement that Jakali's corpse was gone, as were all of his teeth. [i]The cleanup crew here works quickly.[/i] Once he was in the training room, he began to go through the motions of Djem So. It wasn't a particularly fast training. That would come later, as he began to train Jayda again. He just needed to keep himself sharp, and hopefully remind the other Sith that he was a warrior. He had no interest in their games, nor would he play them. He would be respected, and they would keep him from their machinations or they would meet the same fate as the apprentice.

After a few hours, he swung by the Commons to grab a large chunk of meat (raw) for breakfast. Devouring that quickly, he had the cooks send food to Jayda. Blood loss was never good and she needed to eat. With that settled, he began taking long strides towards the prisoner cells. Eagerness could be told in every part of him. From his body language, to the the brightness in his eye, to the grin he had on, it was clear he was looking forward to another day of torturing Jedi. Within a few minutes he was at the lift and riding down. His lightsaber was prominent on his hip, and it didn't take a genius to see that he was just looking for an excuse to use it. As the lift opened, he was greeted to a rather touching sight.

Two Jedi, kissing. The boy, the one he and the now dead Jakali had captured, broke it immediately and stared at the Sith Lord. Sish chuckled maliciously, nostrils taking in the various scents. "Pardon me, but isn't it against all Jedi teachings to be doing that? I seem to remember several Jedi laws [i]against[/i] romantic involvement. I'm happy for you two, truly. However, we are on separate sides of a war. And we do need to act like it. Who knows. It might even strengthen your bond." He grinned, robot eye flashing. "I'll bring her back in one piece, boy. I hope you're good at patching wounds though. Who knows, she might even reward you for it." Sish held up a clawed hand, attempting to use the Force to yank Shiri's throat into his grasp.