[I][center]~| Day 2, 8:20-11:34 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex, Medical Bay |~[/center][/I]

Nazca would have loved to say that she noticed anything on the way back to the Cells, but she didn't. She was too busy trying not to vomit as she was forcibly carried by two Imperial Troopers, her knees dragging across the floor, the very touch of the floor and their hands bringing agony to her. If she had had energy to scream, she would have. As it was, she merely She didn't know what that red skinned bitch had done to her, but she did know that she hurt [i]everywhere.[/i] She was nauseous and weak, unable to walk unaided. When she tried to stand, freed from her restraints by Nyiss, she merely collapsed to the ground and lay there, slipping in and out of consciousness. The next thing she knew was that there were four new points of pain along her arms as she was picked up, soon to be joined by another two as she was dragged along the floor. [i]My skin is agonizingly sensitive. Great.[/i] Nazca thought hazily as she was drug through the halls. She wasn't sure how long it took for them to arrive at the medical bay of the cells, nor was she fully aware of when she was placed on a bed. She was aware, however, when blessed darkness claimed her. 

She had nightmares. The Hutt surgeons were operating on her again and she couldn't escape, she couldn't escape. Her heart pounded with terror and she could only watch as the red hot rings lowered on her spread out fingers. In the background she heard the screams of her companions as they were murdered and she tried to struggle free, but it was useless, useless like she was. There was a burning pain and she screamed and all she could here was the malicious chuckling of that red skinned bitch.

Nazca panicked and thrashed as she woke up, falling off of her bed. She hit the ground hard, her world spinning. When her mind finally stopped making the world spin and she was able to get on her hands and knees, she vomited on the ground, throwing up whatever gruel she had managed to eat. Worryingly, her vomit was laced with blood. "That's...fucking disgusting." She mumbled, crawling away from the mess she had made. [i]Have to get on my feet. Can't show this much weakness to the Sith.[/i] She thought, stubbornly. Her hands reached up to grab a nearby upturned table-[i]Why did they flip over a table?[/i]-and she grasped the leg of it, pulling herself to a knee. She rested for a moment, gathering her strength, and then paused and stared at her hands. [i]Yes. Hands. Plural. Two of them, in fact. One that is real and one that looks almost real. Now you're back up to full skill with your thievery and splicing![/i] 

Nazca's mind rambled a bit more like this until she stopped marveling at her new hand long enough to look up and see the devastation. "What...what happened?" She asked, her voice coming out as a weak rasp. She struggled to her feet, leaning heavily upon the upturned table. Her eyes flicked over to Koren and Tolun, both working on someone. Nazca's eyes widened in fear as she realized it was Xid. [i]NOt again, not again, not again.[/i] "Xid!" She took exactly two steps before her strength failed her again and she hit the ground with a cry. "Sith's Blood! Xid! What's wrong with him!?"