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~| Kaggath, Starboard prison bunk room |~[/center]

It hadn’t taken Lea more than a few minutes to get back up to the prison bunk room, after all, the turbolift doors were still open and when aided by the Force, it was no trouble to jump up to the prison level. No trouble at all. She had to think a bit on what the Sith had told her. Once back up, she sat down on one of the upper bunks, crossing her legs. She ferreted out the filched lightsaber, thinking about what the Sith had told her about it. It was increasingly clear to her than the Sith knew exactly what she had done, but had chosen not to tell. Unusual, but not implausible.

Before she could think more on that, she heard a click and a hiss from above. She sucked in a quick breath, remaining conscious long enough to see the thick, white smoke flow everywhere in the prison. Holding her breath and keeping her nose pinched shut firmly, she managed to resist its effects long enough to tuck the filched lightsaber in between the frame and mattress of the neighboring bed, then retreating to her own. Had she been able to close her ears and tear ducts, she might’ve resisted longer, but of course she could not. The gas, whatever it was made of, was far too pervasive. It found ways into her body despite her Force-induced control over her own breath. No doubt some creation of Darth Nyiss.

At first it only made her sluggish. Her thoughts grew muddled. She thought about whom she could get to adjust the lightsaber, but names had already begun to escape her and like everyone else in the prison already had, she slipped into unconsciousness.