[center][h2] Xid 
~| Prisoner Cells Feena, day 2 ATC, 13[sup]th[/sup] hour |~[/h2][/center]

“Oooo...my head,” Xid mumbled under his breath. His tongue stuck to his mouth roof like cotton, the organ slowly pulled away and formed his words with difficulty. Vision wasn’t much better. A hazy film clouded his eyes enough that his surroundings were nothing but blobs and disjointed shapes. Seeing it gave him a headache on top of what he already had, forcing his eyes to shut tighter.   

Gradually the  last memory he had surfaced. It was the Sith Lord delivering a brutal kick to his face before his world went black. Upon recalling it, his temple gave a harsh throb again causing his right hand to slid up and tenderly touch the sorest spot. He brushed a scabbed wound. Xid frowned, upon further exploration through touch, to discover his bangs were also crusted with dry blood to it. This motivated him enough to attempt to rise. He almost immediately regretted it. 

First the vertigo hit him hard and threatened to topple him. Impulsively his legs spread to catch his wobbly balance and his arm snapped out, the hand pressed down on the table. Every inch of him screamed from the strain it took to rise. The muscles had become stiff due to the long comatose state as the joints creaked and popped from the overdue movement. It was enough to make Xid raise his hand to his mouth and muffle his imagination at the ache. 

Still struggling to keep upright, he gradually wiped away the last of the grit and sand from his eyes. When his vision cleared, he took stock of his surroundings. It was a simple set up. To his left was a table, the right held about four cubbies, and behind him were two bunks for sleeping. Neither looked appealing or comfortable to him.  

Cautiously he made his way to the exit causing the door to hiss open, revealing more of the prison he found himself within. He could sense others there as well, but the pain made it difficult to be sure. 

“Anyone there?” Xid’s voice cried out while he made his way to the center of the room. 



[h2][center]Eli
~|Strike Team Base of Operations, Feena|~[/center][/h2]

Eli was quiet. He had been that way since the capture and release of Zora Nox into Republic custody, his thoughts drifted back to Eyes and the whole chase. The woman had a severe reaction to the alchemy smoke that even the Sith could not have predicted. Despite the threats, there was little Nox could do or she claimed. 

This caused a small bud of hatred to blossom within his core. Rather than risk being jerked from the mission, Eli kept his thoughts to himself and held his tongue for most of the trip. When they arrived upon Feena, he quickly volunteered for the scouting party for the area. As expected and mentioned by the Sith, the planet was teeming with dangerous wildlife. Even the nerf, harmless creatures on most planets, were not to be trusted. One teammate had a serious encounter that left him with some minorly injuries. So orders were that no critter, big or small, were tolerated in camp anymore.

As Eli strapped on his gear and prepared to head out, delayed by the earlier pest control, when the shuttle arrived. His head snapped into its direction as he cursed under his breath. His figure moved with the other men, called back by the head Jedi. Muttering under his breath, he jerked back to assist the other men in both rapidly directing the shuttle and then hiding it. When the last of the tarp was flopped over and secure, the gruff man spat his chewing tobacco upon the ground in the arriving Jedi’s direction.

“Passive idiots, are they trying to alert the Sith that we’re here?” Eli grumbled.