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He awakens and finds himself laying on the cold floor of a holding cell, he tries to lift himself up with his left arm but doesn't move. He looks at his left shoulder and remembers that his arm was detached. He quickly pushes himself up with his right arm and sits up.

.... I wonder what they did to my arm... hope they didn't dispose of it, I could get it re-attached, if they threw it out I'll have to get a robotic one.... up side.. make my left arm stronger and quicker, allowing it to compete with my dominant arm... but downside, I hear they take some time to get used to..

He looks around outside the cell for any one, he spots no one so he then looks for any thing he could maybe pull towards the cell to help get out.

He opens his pocket in his pants hoping that they didn't take any thing, fortunatly he still has his stuff in his pocket, he pulls out a big wad of cloth and begins to re-create his chest wrappings to help protect his wounds. after about half an hour he manages to re make it, he then goes back to his meditation.

Skkou trudged through the Korribani sands, grumbling every step of the way. She was heading towards a small cluster of short-range ships that were used as light escorts whenever something of magnitude was happening in Dreshdae. Now, however, they were being used for scouting.

Scouting!

The captain's face contorted at the thought of her ships being used for such a menial purpose... and yet, the Dark Lord commanded it. Or, perhaps it was safer to say that Temple Officials commanded it. On the rare occasion that Skkou spoke to the Dark Lord herself, the conversations were polite, yet unpleasant.

The wave of discomfort that Atra radiated might be a blessing for some, but Skkou didn't like it. At all.

Upon seeing one of her officers, she sped up her pace.

"Have we found anything yet?" she asked, praying that it would be so.

The officer gave her a nod. "Tracks from where the Dark Lady knocked them dead. Unfortunately, most of them have been blown over." He gave an apologetic shrug. "We've searched the area, and are currently fanning out again."

Skkou nodded. "That's a good start, I suppose.."

The officer nodded, then excused himself from the captain's presence in order to check out a radar scan.

Several minutes passed, and Skkou allowed her eyes to wander over the camp. Temple officers and Dreshdae officials alike had set up a makeshift headquarters, where ground teams were being deployed from.

To her immediate left, a group of soldiers were watching a radar, speaking into a microphone. She could hear snippets and bits of the radio going off, but she was too far away to make out what was being said.

To her far right, a team of mechanics were hurrying off to do a check-up on a malfunctioning ship. Skkou cursed under her breath at the sight; if her ships were acting up from a simple exercise like this, she wondered exactly how well they'd be in combat.

She frowned, making a mental note to fix that after this was over.

She was about to go talk to a team behind her, who were jotting down notes in a rather thick book when the same officer called out her name.

"Captain Runtre!" he yelled.

Skkou hurried over, leaning over his shoulders. "What?"

"They say there's wreckage several miles south of the initial encounter."

Skkou felt her face light up with hope. "Scan it," she ordered.

The officer nodded, mumbling something into the microphone that sat in front of him. The microphone itself was attached to the radio, which was sent through a private, protected line to her ships.

"We are awaiting confirmation," the officer said coolly.

Skkou nodded.

Several more minutes passed, and the words over the comm. were clear. "Life forms have been sighted. We're awaiting orders."

Skkou blew out a breath and pursed her lips. She had been praying that there would be no one on board, no one for her to kill, but now her hands were tied.

"Shoot it."

The officer nodded, relaying her transmission through the comm. again.

Several weaponry specialists strode up behind her, each one wearing a headset to receive the private messages sent back and forth between the crew, standing by for any malfunctions.

"Standing by," the officer said.

A short while later, the officer laid down his headset and gave Skkou a nod. "There's nothing left."

Skkou blew out a long, deep breath, silently thanking the Force that they encountered no problems... yet...

"Excellent work today, people," she yelled, her command voice loud, clear, and firm. "It's not, however, going to be enough. I want increased surveillance, and we're going to be monitoring all airways and hyperspace channels from now on."

She received several confirmations as she flopped down in her chair, physically and mentally exhausted.

((Did you just artillery the shuttle wreckage?))

He awakens from his meditation to find food in the cell were he is locked up, he looks at it and is tempted to eat it but decides against it.

I will not let myself be at their mercy! I will not give in...

He realises that he could probably go longer with out the food if he was to just stay in meditation, he put a hand on his chest and noticed that all the pain had gone, but the scars would never leave. He goes back into meditation and begins to focus on a way out, he figured he would begin to practice with the force in a few hours.

Jaten wandred from the city again, he had visited the temple of the sith before and even recived minor taining there. HE had been give the title of apprentice, gifted his purple lightsaber. HE was drawn here again, he lusted for more knowldge to expand his own power and become unstopable, as was the goal of anybody deserving the teaching of the sith. He shoved an old begger from his path, the old man hitting the dusty ground with a thud. Dust rse in the air and someone went to help him, but Jaten continued on to the temple. Someone stoped him to make him apoligize,"BEggers should learn not to beg at the temple, it makes us look bad when we have to knock them over to teach them a lesson,"He said coldly. Many people were angered at this but he kept walking on to the temple, dust kicked up from his feat.

HE arrived and entered in through the large doors, parying as he walked down the halls, silently to himself. His eyes were closed but he urned right where he needed to, heading for the meditation room.

HE reached the practice/meditation room and took a seat on one of the cusions. HE then cossed his legs and began to chant the code of the sith, he used it as a mantra.