[center][h3] Jayda 

~| Nyiss' Complex: Heading from Prisoner Cells, 13[sup]th[/sup] hour |~[/h3][/center]
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Jayda’s pace increased as she walked quickly down the corridor. Her boots echoed off the walls and reverberated back into her sensitive ears, the insides throbbed ever slightly. A black cloak chased behind her while she desired to be far away from the prisons. To forget the Jedi locked there to suffer and rot. It wasn’t her concern. An argument she made to her meek conscience that woke and nudged her, refusing to fall back into slumber. 



Rage still licked her usual calm from the stinging blows Sish inflicted upon her pride, but she refused to allow it to gain control. Casually her figure shifted around the moving troops either patrolling the walkway or carrying out their daily duties under Darth’s services. 



Upon waiting for a turbolift to take her into the main complex, Jayda’s eyes drifted upward. She paused long enough to examine the skies. They held a primal appeal to them, the scenery reminded her of the view from Kashyyyk’s canopy. Despite the horrible experiences there, she admired its savage beauty in her own way. 



Even more, since she survived them. 



The turbo’s tumbling caught her attention and shifted her eyes to it. Calmly she stepped into its confining space before clicking a button to bring her down. It rattled then lowered, the doors sealed the outside air out. Jayda was about to step off when something caught her attention causing her to pause with respect.