[center]~| Day 2, 11:38-11:42 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex (Bunk area)|~
[h3][sub][u]Xid[/u][/sub][/h3][/center]

Xid didn’t stay asleep for long, through the activity he showed would announce his wake up shortly.  His figure jerked a bit and eyes shifted under closed lids while his body was slick with sweat. The young knight’s breath was a bit labored through his gritted teeth  as he started to come ot, his head aching from the headache pounding in his forehead. His neck edge upward the farthest it would go without hurting and peeled his eyes open.  Still a bit watery, he waited for his vision to clear from its blurry haze and absorbed the scene for a moment. He wasn’t on the floor where he could barely recall being on last. Xid hissed in pain when he shifted, noting two things: One his wrists were tied and two his side seemed to be burning with pain. 

He coughed heavily. Was it either to clear out the gas’ aftermath still clinging in his throat or because of the pain, he wasn’t sure. Every inch of him wanted to curl into a ball and just let the pain fade away. His wrists were getting numbed from the upheld position, his blood flow dampened and his joints forced straight instead of allowed to be bent. He didn’t understand why he was being bound as his hand tried to pull loose, his side flared with each movement causing him to bit his tongue. In another harsh jerk and he literally bit his tongue hard,  getting a taste of the copperish flavor from his blood. 

After struggling a few moments, Xid spoke. “Will someone...please untie me.” 

He had to pause between a few words just not to scream, his breath heavy and trying to keep his calm. His eyes glanced to side and blinked to notice Nazca trying to move, her body immediately crumbled toward the floor causing his limbs to jerk. Xid’s arms trying to rip off his bindings and help her up. Damn bindings, he thought and glared at the cloth holding him in place. All the things to be held back by, he found it rather irritating to learn it was nothing more than ribbons from his own tunic! Again, he twisted wrong causing him to yelp in pain but he didn’t cease until someone finally untied him.

[center]~| Day 3, 19:45-19:50 GST |~
~|Location: Mos Eisley, Tatooine|~[/center]

Karlie lead the Jedi inside, his shop a modest place filled with dust and parts ranging from ships to droids. With his wife hovering, the old man’s hands waved about and shooed the darker haired woman into the adjacent doorway. It  connected their home to the shop which was a graveyard for all things machine currently. Wires, metal and droid limbs were all scattered about the simple sandstone room, making any seating possibly unlikely without getting jabbed in the ass by a stray metal finger.  The old man was shoving a half crushed protocol droid aside and hunched over into the cabinet, pulling from it three half beaten cups out. He stubbed his foot on the same droid causing him to curse out loud as he hopped on foot. His head turned to hear his wife slip out of the door then let it shut again with a thump. In her hand was a glass jug filled with water from the local vapor farms and was gently set on the clearing her husband had push clear. The junk clattered to the ground, causing Karlie to flinch before pouring the two Jedi something to drink. 

“So...what brought you here? I doubt you’re here to buy a droid, ship part or scrap something.”