[center][b]~|Day 2, 08:45 - 08:50 GST|~
~|Kaggath, Prison Complex (Medical Area)|~[/b][/center]

The telekinetic blast caught him off guard, barely recovered. He didn't have time to defend himself against it, he closed his eyes as the lightning came streaking towards him. Firing along his limbs as he was slammed into the far wall. He winced as he slid down the wall into a heap, about to gather himself up and get off the floor an alarm began to sound. There was a [i]click[/i] and then a hiss as a gas entered the room. Had he been in better condition he may have used the Force too keep the gas away from his head or entered a hibernation trance in the hope that by the time he needed to take a breath the gas would have been extracted from the chamber.

However he was not in better condition, his head groggy and in pain. The darkness consumed him like an ocean.

[center][b]~|Day 2, 10:56 - 11:23 GST|~[/b]
[b]~|Kaggath, Prison Complex|~[/b][/center]

Koren awoke, his back pained him. His head pained him, his limbs were numb. But he stood up, he forced himself too. Stretching himself out. Whatever had knocked him out, it hadn't lessened the pain. He grimanced slightly as he saw the other Jedi around the room. All in similar positions to as he had been, moving over to the Kel Dor he saw his chest rising and lowering in a slow yet natural rhythm. He wasn't dying, the blade had cauterized the wound. He could wait, the blasted idiot that he was. Instead he ran over to Xid and placed his hand on the young Knights neck. His breathing was erratic, he was in need of aid. If the breathing didn't give it away the slick layer of sweat and distinctive paleness to the humans skin definitely gave it away.

Looking around the trashed room he searched for the table. It was cast off, bent from all the throwing around and he cursed silently. Clearing his mind he then used the Force to lift Xid, not daring to move him by hand. He slowly rotated Xid until he was hovering on his back, guiding him into one of the living quarters and onto one of the beds in the middle of the room. Ignoring anyone else in the room.

He then ripped the young Jedis top off, gently. What was left of it anyway, noticing the swelling and bruising he winced slightly. He'd need someone more medically inclined to check this wound when they awoke. He was an investigator, he could go back to the room and determine what had happened to it's full extent but healing someone in this condition... it was a bit beyond him.

In fact, it was a galaxy beyond him. He used the ripped up shirt, after carefully moving Xids arms, to tie him to the bed. The worst thing would be if Xid woke up and sat straight up causing even more damage. After that he returned to the medical bay, wincing as he saw all the damaged and destroyed medical supplies. [i]I'm surrounded by the most idiotic Jedi in the galaxy.[/i] He stepped over the glass vials, broken tools and various other supplies carefully. Making his way to a cabinet he pulled out several Kolto patches and even some spray.

Looking at the empty Kolto tank, the glass now shattered. If it hadn't been useless enough before now with even less use! He sighed and shook his head as he moved back to the room in which Xid lay. Placing patches very carefully over his torso and even spraying some of the more superficial wounds. All in all this had been a terrible day. They got beat up, several of them badly injured and he not only gave away his ability of creating Illusions in the Force but he also gave away that he was an empath.

He was going to slap every single one of the Jedi responsible.