[center][h3] Xid and Jayda 

~| Prisoner Cells, 13[sup]th[/sup] hour |~[/h3][/center]

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Xid frowned. As far as he was concerned, the sith’s words were full of harm and deceit toward the Jedi. Their existence brought nothing but continual chaos and suffering to the galaxy. The most obvious damage caused in the last two decades through war. In all his lessons, Xid had never heard of a single Sith’s actions benefitting harmony or order ever in history. Unless it was to enslaving innocents to the Empire flag.

Though willing to toss his life away, the padawan logically knew they were at the mercy of the sith. No escape and if they fought too hard, he had little doubt the security would step in to interrupt. His fists clenched tightly in frustration. This situation was getting too much for him as a memory clawed at the back of his mind and threatened to surface. 

The sounds of someone approaching the group. His head snapped into their direction and noted the appearance of an Amaran, a small biped vulpine species. The small creature was calmer than him, despite their predicament. Visible concern crossed his facial features at her verbal willingness to go. A deep realization washed over him causing him to feel helpless while he watched the small creature go with the woman. He couldn’t deny a living thing their right to choose their own path. Even if he felt to be a terrible choice.

Swallowing the bitter truth, his attention followed the Amaran’s departure. His attention snapped to the mechanical arm, analyzing it, when the Trandoshan stepped to the side. A complicated machine. It wouldn’t take Xid long to figure out how to disrupt its inner workings and cripple the Sith Lord. Deep in his thoughts, he didn’t spy the Lord nudge his apprentice into acquiring him. The Zabrak gave a dark look before she stepped to obey him. 

Spying the movement, his eyes lifted to face the apprentice. His figure fell into a weaken fighting stance and arms raised to defend himself. 

What he didn’t expect was Nazca to get involved. 

When the Trandoshan held his clawed hand out, Xid tensed and expected to feel the force about his throat. However, it was Nazca’s abrupt stop in her sentence that sent panic into his system. His eyes widened and twisted over his shoulder, catching Nazca’s figure halt in midstep. She clawed at her throat in reaction when she was violently jerked up. A brash warning then the Sith jerked his hand and sent Nazca flying backwards. 

Without thinking, Xid turned on heel to help his ally. He didn’t get too far. Jayda, sensing his desire, quickened her reactions and gripped his robe back. Her fingers tightened their grip then jerked backwards. Unbalanced by the action, his collar choked him and slammed him into the ground.

The apprentice’s frown deepened. He began to pick himself up from the floor, unhappy with his clumsiness. Impatient, the Zabrak bent at the waist and roughly seized his robe back. Her words reached his ears sending a shiver down his spine. 

“You’re making it worse for yourself…” Jayda hissed and pulled him to his feet. She shoved him toward the Trandoshan as she followed behind, ready to react to his attempts to fight her or get back to Nazca.