[center]~|Day 2, 8:21-8:26 |~
~|Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex (Medical Area)|~
~|Xid|~[/center]

It was clear he should’ve known better, seeing in the back of his head Tolun’s deep frown fill his head, black eyes filled by disappointment and silently shaking his head in disapproval. Inwardly Xid cringed at the sight. He knew Tolun wanted him to keep a low profile which he tried, but how could the Knight expect him to turn a blind eye toward the pain and suffering? It wasn’t something a Jedi was suppose to do and accept. So why did Tolun expect him to?  

His fingers tighten into a fist and his eyes glaring at the Sith when Sish twisted, ignoring the pain settle through his head and pushing the thoughts aware. Eyes watched the Trandoshan managing to keep Shiri within his sight, his sight studying the movements like he would a droid. The first tool had bounced easily and harmlessly off his armor, the Sith unfazed by it when his claws reached for his lightsaber. Preventing the Twi’lek’s attempt to snatch by igniting the red blade, buzzing and humming to life. It wa raised up in an aggressive stance, his muzzle open to speak when both Xid’s own vial crashed into his face followed up by Alat’s force shock. Shocked at the expected helped, Xid’s head turned to spot the Kel Dor in hunter mode. It wasn’t hard to determine as the signs were all there from the stillness in the Knight’s form, his eyes taking on that familiar shine he had seen in other blood lusty Jedi, and body tighten for action despite the clear calm standance. He couldn’t help the slight awe flood him at seeing someone, droid or otherwise, doing what they were built for. 

Sish naturally recovered himself. He eyed the two greatest threats in the room: Shiri and Alat. It only took Xid a moment to realize Sish had dismissed him as combatant which was a fault on the Trandoshan’s part. He might’ve not been the most obviously threat in the room but he wasn’t one to be ignored. Grinning at Alat, Sish spoke in cold yet excited tone. "Give me an excuse. Please. Give me an excuse. I'm going to take the girl. How much fun I have before I take her is up to you." 

A slight flare of anger filled Xid’s core at the sound of the enjoyment in the damn alien’s voice. Everyone could easily feel his excitement, it rolled off his figure like a twisted stink that soiled the air within the prison and made Xid sick to his center. He had been about to react when the other Knight, the latest arrival, Andri,  joined in the fray.She emitted a Force Stun which caught the Trandoshan right in his exposed side bring him to stumble forward slightly while Andri taunted. 

“Are you only as to take only children?” She fell into the traditional Soresu stance and readied for his assumed counter, her legs widened and hands raised to catch any incoming assault. “Perhaps that is why you fell to the darkside; you were too weak to make it anywhere else.”    

Xid flashed an appreciative smile at both the Jedi Knights who leap to Shiri’s and his defense, though he had an unsettling feeling Alat was only concern with him. After all, the Kel Dor didn’t know Shiri and likely wouldn’t be as concern with her. It didn’t help he started this and now had dragged everyone else into danger. Distracted by his guilt and studying Sish, Xid hadn’t much time to clear himself of Sish’s attack. Immediately he felt the force push shove him back where Andri was. His body instantly slammed into the older knight, his mind unsure if it was either when she went to shield him from impact or inability to get clear, when they both crumbled into a heap. The younger Knight reflexively let out a startled yell when his ribs rattled and pain shot through his system. His hand clutched his side where the hurt originated while struggling to breath through the air escaping his lungs. He managed to choke what was on his mind loud enough for Andri to heard, through understanding him might’ve been another matter. 

“Points to target are…the cybernetic implant...because eliminating… the optic system there creates… uncover-able blind spot and best for attack with lower counter measures…” His breath slowly coming back while he continued, not realizing he was falling into his machinist mood due to stress. “In addition aim for joints and tendons to limit mobility, if he can’t complete…. his function then it might cause his mental program to stall or become flawed in his counter measures. Right hand seems to have lost some grip-ability do to some unknown conclusion, but a flaw to capitalize on as direct assault has high odds in successfully weakening his overall pressure on his lightsaber or rending his clawing.”

Already Xid was moving to get back while still holding his side, his legs wobbling in his determination.