[center]~| Day 2, 11:52-12:19 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex |~[/center]

“One of the many points Master Sela and I found reason to disagree on.” Tolun Fi lamented, continuing his physical examination on the wounded Xid. “The fact she didn’t accept your personality and tried to twist it into something that was more comfortable for her and others is a point of contention that I rather take issues with. I let you pursue your goals and never once asked you to change your behaviour to suit my tastes because it is simply who you were, and the Jedi Order has no jurisdiction mandating the self-identity of its members. I was never anything more than the cold, unfeeling scientist that took little effort to mingle with others in the order. They accommodated me, as I did for you.”

He handed Xid back his shirt, satisfied his ribs weren’t broken. “While empathy is a good quality to have for a Jedi, it can also be used against you, like any emotion. You would be foolish to think the Sith didn’t take notice of your affections and began to use them against you. They know you’re easy to provoke if someone else’s well-being is on the line, and part of being a Jedi is having the wisdom to know that you will have to make hard  choices that benefit the greatest number of people. 

“I tell you, time and time again, that no one else has your skills and if you become incapacitated or worse, then it will be you who potentially doomed all of the captives to slavery and death, unreachable by the rest of our Order. So, ask yourself; is Shiri or even myself worth more than everyone else in this cell block? These are the kinds of choices I’ve had to make for years as a Consular, knowing full well that many have died and suffered from the results of my mediation between conflicting factions. I wish to save as many of our fellow captives as possible, and I cannot do that if you aren’t using your head. Stop giving into your emotions. You are becoming less like the man I wished to ask to be my padawan and more like someone the Sith can mold into an apprentice.”

Tolun Fi stood, gazing down from his towering height at Xid. “Figure yourself out, Xid. I expected so much more from you.” 

He was preparing to leave the bunk room when the cell doors opened and several Imperial troopers entered, accompanying a maroon-cloaked human woman with a lightsaber clinging from her belt. It was  another Sith Tolun Fi had not yet encountered, so he studied her with great interest. She wasn’t physically robust, which didn’t necessarily amount for much, considering how some of the greatest Jedi sword masters and Force users the Kaminoan had witnessed were also physically unassuming, but her escort of guards was notable. Some Sith came with an escort, others did not. Was she worried about being outnumbered or surrounded, or did she simply like having an intimidating presence at her side? There were many things to learn from this woman, and little enough time to learn them.

 However, she approached Xid, Tolun Fi found himself grinding his teeth, silently pleading for the Sith to take anyone else. The last thing Tolun Fi wanted was to see his friend like this, and their last words having been so harsh. As Xid labourously left the bed and allowed himself to be taken by the Lady Sith, Tolun Fi called out to him, “May the Force be with you.” It would have to suffice, and with what some would describe as a heavy heart, Tolun Fi watched Xid be taken away. Needing to take his mind off current situations and do the equivalent of meditation, the Kaminoan walked at a leisurely pace to the broken med-bay and began the tedious, but relaxing process, of cleaning up. 

Some time passed, and after having most of the glass cleaned from the floor and sharp objects policed, Tolun Fi was busy extracting a blood sample and cleaning up the cauterization in hopes of reattachment of the amputated digit that had come from Alat, the fallen Jedi. Suddenly, his attention was diverted by the familiar metal scrapings of nimble robotic legs and Navi had perched itself on his lap. The Kaminoan looked down in surprise, blinking. “Navi, aren’t you full of surprises? I imagine you’ve been all over the ship looking for us.” The chirps and whirring were familiar enough that Tolun Fi knew Navi’s speech like a second language. He was there when Xid made the droid, after all. “Xid was taken by one of the Sith, a woman with a burgundy cloak. If I were to venture a guess, she does not appear to be the type to beat her prisoners senselessly, or so I’ve been telling myself. I lack a clock, but I estimate it was about 15 minutes or so ago since they left.”

He continued to work on the digit as he spoke, trying to look for anyone who might be watching that there wasn't a droid on his lap. He was facing a wall from the bench, so the nearest cameras were behind him, unable to see what he was working on. "If it isn't too much to ask, I do have a few favours I would like to ask of you while you're able to traverse the ship."