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~| Lea & Nazca, Prison complex |~[/center]

The troopers half-dragged, half-led Lea back to the prison, taking no detours. They sent her up the first available turbolift, into the self-same room Lea had chosen a bunk in. There they released her arms and returned from whence they had come. While she wasn’t particularly tired, Lea had quite a bit to think about, so she decided to head for her bunk.

Of course, before she could get there, she spotted where someone had put the older woman, Nazca. She was fast asleep. She didn’t know what Darth Nyiss had done with the woman, but she had always been curious. She walked up to the bed, not actively trying to avoid making noise, but neither actively trying to wake the woman.

There wasn’t much to see. She could see a few faint pinpoints that might be needle marks, but couldn’t say for sure whether those were from today or from earlier. She could not see anything blatantly wrong, but she’d heard the noises after the soldiers had brought her back. Something had probably been done to her.

Casual observation was well and good, but Lea knew that as a healer you only got so much from it. Sometimes you just had to touch to get a better idea. Being careful not to disturb the sleeping woman, she gently poked and prodded a bit, but got no reaction. Her stomach was a bit harder than Lea was used to, but not enough to be a cause for worry. In fact, as she continued prodding, she could not find any obvious signs of why she had been like she was.

She was just about to give up and climb up to her bed when she by chance touched Nazca’s wrist. Suddenly the feeling she got wasn’t of flesh. That hand was artificial! She looked closely at it, marvelling a little at the craftmanship, for if she hadn’t known better, she could’ve sworn it was flesh and blood.

Ever curious, she carefully poked the palm of the hand. She jumped back, letting out a loud yelp when that caused instantaneous pain in her finger. She took a step forward again, then tried poking the hand with a different finger, at the end of the thumb. Again, she found that it hurt. She was more prepared, so she didn’t jump back, but you could never truly be prepared for pain. Something was very strange about that hand. 

The sleeping Nazca must’ve felt something as she rolled over slightly in her sleep, but Lea did not think it was pain. She decided she would have to think a bit more before studying Nazca again. She stepped back, turned around and jumped up to her bed, where she sat down to meditate and think.