[center]~|Day 2, 12:20-13:30 GST |~ ~|Security Room to roaming the hallways|~ ~|Jayda |~[/center] Jayda hadn’t stopped Zanna, her eyes watched carefully as the Sith departed leaving her alone. Her nostrils flared to the sulfur scent filling her lungs and gradually being torn apart. Each component divided into independent aspects where she registered for the future, her mind deepening into a predatory state she allowed her mind to dive into. Her hearts rattled in her chest at her intended plan surfacing. The added risks followed, urging her mind to find another solution while she inhaled to sooth over her instinct to survive. A hunt already had a way to drag up feelings she sometimes denied and for the moment, absorbed the adrenaline surging in her veins even when the pain was dulling the effect. It was a chemical boost thanks to the physical reaction, the moments ticking by in natural fear that heightening her senses, increasing her strength and sharpening her reactions. At least, as long as she controlled the flight and edged it into a fight one. Something that was harder than it use to be. Letting a time pass, untouched by her reaction, Jayda’s purple eyes flickered open. They directed themselves to the console acknowledging her work wasn’t yet completed. There was still some tape to alter and edit, even delete. Hunching her lithe figure over the buttons she quickly clicked her long nails across the surface with surprising gentleness, each delicate movement wasting little energy in her goal. First off, she refused to leave any evidence of where she had been from the second she arrived on the ship to the present, nothing reminded. Odd as it seemed she knew if anyone talented with reading body language seen the tapes, it would reveal her discomfort and weakness in the most painful way. She had enough of a target on her back currently with Lady Lansha’s attention on her. Her second task, and most important, was to collect all the video featuring the Sith who were currently onboard. Including recent arrivals. Jayda knew she would have to update the information much later since it seemed sith were able to come and go freely from the vessel. A fact that would make keeping tabs fully on who is a threat in her radar difficult but she would manage. In addition, studying their bodies, reactions, and behavior would give her something more than she already had. Enabling her to study a threat possibility before it targeted her later. Disappointingly, one of the Sith, a Lord by the way she held herself, seemed to isolate herself within her room. A habit, Jayda vaguely noted and pushed her frustration away, she practiced too. After finishing up, she took the flash drive with her on departing the security room. It was time to get serious. [center]~~~~~[/center] After getting food into her weakened system and resting, Jayda’s condition had drawn some benefit. Gingerly, she eased her body upright into a sitting posture while her eyes looked toward the end of her bunk. Every muscle was stiffening and her mind examined her condition with each slight movement, expecting the pain that came. Her loose hair got into her vision forcing her to shift the strands with a single hand and examine her wounds, noting the change in appearance. They had stopped bleeding, scabbed over and now, likely thanks to Zanna’s goo, appeared to be half a day old. Not the few hours old it really was. Arching her eyebrow, she rolled her clothing back down to cover the evidence while she carefully slid her legs over the mattress edge and applied pressure to her soles. Mindful about her weakened muscles, she worked herself to standing completely on her own. The balance was difficult but not impossible causing her to tilt back while she steadied herself, placing a hand upon the frame for a more sturdy brace. When she sure she could stand, Jayda let go. She stepped toward the dresser where several Sith robes, all interesting close to her size, were kept. Casually she pulled it single handed open and with carefully watching eyes. Her lightsaber was still in her other, ready to jerk up in her defense, before she allowed a calm to wash over her frame. No trap. No sign of danger. Retrieving a set of black trousers, tunic and over robe, Jayda slapped the drawer closed quickly. The click rang in her sharp ears as she flinched, forgetting to focus elsewhere. She let the sting pass before moving again to get dressed. In fresh clothing, it was hard to tell she was ever seriously injured in her encounter with the various events during the day. Her hand reached back and quickly tied her hair back into the familiar braid, fingers retracing her habitual ritual, before tossing it behind her shoulders. Her body’s movements easily slipping into hiding her status as she exited her room. Now it was time to find Sish. [center]~| Day 2, 13:48-13:51 |~ ~| Xid|~ ~|Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex |~[/center] “Lady Lansha, I know that Sith. I’ve already met her. She was the one that allowed a meeting between the widow and me. I think, if I examined her right, she’s a manipulator that feeds off emotional stress and control. However, she’s not likely to be effective in a fight.” Xid stated, slightly relieved it was one of the milder Sith encounters. He wasn’t sure what he would’ve done if she had came back worse than himself. His eyes lowered to examine his twisting fingers roping themselves through each other in his lap. It eased his tension through he felt it showed his stress far too easily and upon that thought, stopped. “Lady Lansha isn’t built for physical combat so you’ve won easily. Even possibly explored some hallways, something which a few us might’ve done already, and helped with the escape plans.” His body, oddly, slanted toward where her weight sank into the mattress slightly. It was comforting sensation that he drew strength from and found he missed her presence more than he realised at first. Over half the prisoners he knew, strangely, and seemed knowing him brought greater danger which made him wonder what great purpose would it serve on board this ship. Nothing but misery he guessed. Inhaling, he tried to smile his worries away. “Through, I’m really glad you’re alright. We’ll need your strength to get out of here after all.” At mention of chains, his smile grew a bit more and added. “Sith tend to benefit themselves more than anything though they try to fool themselves into thinking otherwise.” His expression, while less grim than before, turned to Talija as he spoke. “Do you recall anything from your arrival and by chance where you walked? Would you know it if you found it again?” [center]~| Day 3, 19:56-20:05 GST |~ ~|Karlie|~ ~|Location: Mos Eisley, Tatooine within Karlie’s shop|~[/center] “Large Gage class ship? Rumored to be runned by high and powerful Sith through I can’t say I know the details.” Karlie paused as he watched the Jedi settling down, his nerves still influenced by Kenneth's earlier actions to calm him. Strangely he wasn't irked anymore about it, his body leaned against the workbench edge while waiting for them to take a seat. Then thinking a moment, an unpleasant thought crossed his mind. “Janglor might through. He’s gotten a few Sith customers and possibly one could’ve been aboard that ship. However, he won’t give up a customer.” He set down his own cup and continued. “And you’ll have to locate him. You’ll need to find a loose lip errand girl, that bitch Jeik would know where he’s at since she makes deliveries.” His payment was suppose to be among the deliveries today but he doubted Janglor would get as it was possibly spend already. The bad part with the alien, he wouldn't go after the messager. It was the source he targeted. Recalling the threat made, Karlie leaned back and was about to ask the Jedi how long they intended to stay when Melloch’s robes gave off a loud sound and drew a suspicious look. The whale like alien excused himself then informed him about two new arrivals to come. He scowled at the thought, his eyes looked to Kennith as to blame him. The shopkeeper started to clarify his intentions in a firm, frustrated tone. “Now wait a minute, this is getting out of hand. I say I would provide information, not-” Karlie never got a chance when there was a kick at the door, his teeth snapped shut and expression tightened defensively. He watched as Melloch went to open the door, the pair exchanging greetings. The raptor hooked a foreclaw then pulled back the hood to reveal a snout, Karlie unable to tell the gender so to be safe he dubbed it a he until otherwise informed. Letting his fear and anger fuel his words, the man snapped at Melloch. “Let them in quickly before someone sees. You've already gotten me into enough trouble as it is!”