[I][center]~| Day 2, 8:11-11:32 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex, Medical Bay |~[/center][/I]

Tolun Fi’s mind was, as ever, racing. 

He had returned to the prison complex unharmed, although without Nazca in company, and set about immediately going to familiar surroundings to contemplate what he had observed. Most Jedi resorted to meditation, but Tolun Fi was not one to sit idle. He began organizing the medical lab, losing himself in the work, ignoring any inquiries that would break his concentration. 

Darth Nyiss… an enigma, and a prime example of how science could be grossly abused. What she was trying to do with Nazca was unsettling, and not because of its cruel practice, but because he had no idea what the result she was hoping to obtain was. He tried to recall exactly what he had seen in the strain, looking for clues, and despite how different from the human genetic code her experiment was, she continued on recklessly. Tolun Fi had no idea if Nazca was going to survive, or if Nyiss’ test would ultimately cause the rash young woman to succumb. She had returned with Tolun Fi, who would provide on-going care and observation while keeping records for both himself and Nyiss' benefit. If she died, it would likely be a calculated risk on Nyiss’ part to pressure Tolun to work on a solution to save lives and make her tests bond. He doubted she was not intelligent enough to do what she planned, but she had plans for the Kaminoan. By appealing to his scientist nature, and treating him as a peer instead of a mortal enemy, she was carefully stripping away his reservations. Perhaps she wanted him to carry on his own research and twist it for her own means. The risks were unfathomable, but he had to act eventually, and he had to play along to some degree so Nyiss wouldn’t close the door entirely.

The other Jedi would likely start to suspect him of being manipulated, or even being a traitor, and that was fine. Their compliance was not required for him to do what needed to be done.

Xid and Shiri had also ducked away from the main prison quarters, likely for privacy. Tolun Fi had barely noticed the pair, their affairs their own. It did not take a genius to recognize the attraction between the two, the adolescent lust that drove teenage specimens of the human species to oftentimes sickening and regrettable courtship rituals, ignoring the fact their bodies and minds were ever evolving, and where a chemical cocktail of poor and confused decision making. The sounds of a kiss broke into Tolun Fi’s concentration, prompting the Kaminoan to groan almost inaudibly. [I]Xid, I expected better of you. Could you not suppress your animal instincts until you were free?[/I] Tolun Fi thought, frowning without turning around at the two star-struck teenagers who were failing resist the biological impulse to copulate and bear children. The Sith would exploit it, almost certainly.

Xid was a colleague and a friend, and he was essential for an escape plan. And he had allowed himself to be compromised by some stupid girl.

As if to demonstrate that the Sith were always watching, the repugnant scent of the Trandoshan filled Tolun Fi’s nostrils. Sish had arrived. Unable to focus on his own thoughts any longer, he turned to watch the exchange… and the resulting chaos. Threatening Shiri had, predictably, pressured Xid enough to engage an opponent who was very much counting on him acting rashly and like an idiot. With the burst of a vial over Sish’s face, the fight had commenced. 

[I]Turns out this facility will be required sooner than anticipated.[/I] Tolun Fi thought, staying away from the skirmish as he began to prep surgical and first aid equipment, and the Kolto tank. It was not a matter of if someone was getting hurt, it was a matter of numbers. The Kaminoan reflected how unfortunate it was that he was the only doctor aboard the ship as he ignored the violent brutality commencing, only meters away. 

Then, something happened. A surge of the presence of the Dark Side filled the air like an airburst munitions and Tolun Fi turned in time to witness the Kel Dor, Alat, unleash a Dark Force ability on the Trandoshan. Tolun Fi regarded Alat coolly, his eyes fixed on him like a predator would be. [I]And now I have my control population...[/I] he thought, his heart racing, a decidedly uncharacteristic thing for it to be doing. He had a solution to a problem that had been vexing him for years sitting in front of him.

Sish let out a Force Scream, causing Tolun Fi to cringe in pain and cover his ears. In the narrow confines of the medial bay, it was deafening to the point of making hearing loss be something of a minor concern, secondary to the potential threat emanating from the Sith. His fury filled the air, a malice unlike any other Tolun Fi had experienced. The assault on Alat was a sight to behold, and he did not wince in empathy as digits were severed from the Kel Dor, sailing nicely across the air and skidding across the floor. Tolun Fi was busy deciding if he could make it over to them without drawing attention of the combatants before Alat lifted the examination bed, as he tossed it at Sish. The aura of the Dark Side emanated from Alat, forcing the Kaminoan to regard him as a stranger. Under other circumstances, Tolun Fi would be far more upset about what he was beginning to see as “his” lab being dismantled, but there were bigger concerns at hand at the moment. 

Namely, an unidentified gas compound flooding the room. Tolun Fi reacted, rushing towards the amputated finger before the gas reached his head, which was mercifully higher than the rest of the people in the room. Even so, as the others succumbed to the anesthetic, he was beginning to feel drowsy and his vision rapidly blurred. He reached out for the finger, the important prize, before he passed out. He had hit the ground before he knew if he was successful.

An unknowable amount of time passed before Tolun Fi began to come to, and the others were starting to stir. [I]Being put under twice in two days, how irritating.[/I] Tolun Fi thought, rising shakily to his feet and seeing the amputated digit sitting on the floor. He swooped down, grabbing it, and he rushed to the medical center for a plastic bag to wrap it in, taking stock of the trashed laboratory. Even the precious Kolto tank was not spared the onslaught, a worrying crack down the facade that threatened to shatter with any more abuse. He took the wrapped finger, as to not arouse suspicion, and made his way to the counter, where kolto supplies were already laid out and showed signs of use. Spraying the severed end of the finger with the spray and wrapping it with the bandage was all he was able to do for the time being until he found a better solution. A strip of adhesive bandage sealed the bag, and he slid it quietly into a drawer before going to locate the others.

The Kaminoan hurried to check over the belligerents of the fight with Sish, who was mercifully missing. As it turned out, the lab was more or less empty and the wounded were taken to the bunk room. Xid was tied down, his side bruised and swollen, potentially a break or fracture. Koren was there, tending to Xid, which Tolun Fi found commendable. From what he recalled, Koren was not medically inclined, but the fact he had taken initiative and moved the casualties somewhere more tenable was commendable, although he strongly suspected he didn't check to see if either Xid or Alat had a broken neck or back; they could potentially be paralyzed. There was no sense in worrying about it; there was work to do. He nodded to Koren as he approached, greeting him. "I see you've been busy. If you wouldn't mind assisting me, I need to assess the damage to both of our casualties." he said simply, his voice clinical and detatched. "I would also recommend we secure Alat for the time being, his demonstration of a connection to the Dark Side is... worrying, to say the least. It would be wise to determine his disposition and loyalties in a position where he is unable to act out."  

Taking a penlight and crouching in front of Xid, Tolun Fi held the unconscious youth’s eyes open and shone the light in, looking for signs of concussion. Satisfied, he stared at Xid for a moment longer than necessary. “I am disappointed in you.” He said simply, standing up and carrying on to Alat. He would tend to Alat, and he would even try to reattach the severed digit. It was his oath as a doctor, after all, but there was no trusting the Kel Dor at this juncture. Ironically, Alat would prove instrumental to what Tolun Fi needed to do. The best part of the whole arrangement was his consent and knowledge was entirely unnecessary. 

"If you wouldn't mind joining me back to the lab, I need to find what equipment is still functional and may require you to act as a nurse if surgery is required... particularly if I am able to reattach Alat's finger." he said to Koren. "And yourself, are you well? If you wish, I could give you a quick examination and determine if there's an injury."