Ihsan
Lost soul
Saka blinked groggily.
This wasn’t where she’d been when she was cornered like a beat dog. It took a moment for her to be able to see anything due to a harsh overhead light angled directly into her face; she winced and turned aside, squinting at her surroundings.
Her attempt to shield her eyes failed. Her arms wouldn’t respond; there was a cold hard pressure when she tried to move them, biting into her forearms. Wide, bracer-style restraints, she thought vaguely. Much more effective than simple cuffs. The odd angle of the room was confusing to her tired mind; she tried to lift her head to compensate and found another wide anti force metal band around her neck. So, that there was no chance of using the force to escape. And of course her ankles were strapped down as well when she tested them.
Knowing the situation and what awaited her didn’t help her nerves, unfortunately.
The last she remembered she had been disarmed by a Zabrak Sith and knocked unconscious. And now she woke up here, in...she blinked again to clear her swimming vision. A cell of some description? Sterile durasteel surfaces, gleaming cabinets, a few racks nearby containing vials, surgical objects and other equipment. She couldn’t hear the telltale hum of a bacta tank, which made her heave at the thought of being in a torture cell.
The grogginess of sleep was fading unusually slowly considering the circumstances, suggesting she’d been sedated somehow, but…
A blurry figure came into her line of vision.
“What’s…” Her mouth was too dry to speak. She cleared her throat and tried again. “What’s happening? Where am I?”
This wasn’t where she’d been when she was cornered like a beat dog. It took a moment for her to be able to see anything due to a harsh overhead light angled directly into her face; she winced and turned aside, squinting at her surroundings.
Her attempt to shield her eyes failed. Her arms wouldn’t respond; there was a cold hard pressure when she tried to move them, biting into her forearms. Wide, bracer-style restraints, she thought vaguely. Much more effective than simple cuffs. The odd angle of the room was confusing to her tired mind; she tried to lift her head to compensate and found another wide anti force metal band around her neck. So, that there was no chance of using the force to escape. And of course her ankles were strapped down as well when she tested them.
Knowing the situation and what awaited her didn’t help her nerves, unfortunately.
The last she remembered she had been disarmed by a Zabrak Sith and knocked unconscious. And now she woke up here, in...she blinked again to clear her swimming vision. A cell of some description? Sterile durasteel surfaces, gleaming cabinets, a few racks nearby containing vials, surgical objects and other equipment. She couldn’t hear the telltale hum of a bacta tank, which made her heave at the thought of being in a torture cell.
The grogginess of sleep was fading unusually slowly considering the circumstances, suggesting she’d been sedated somehow, but…
A blurry figure came into her line of vision.
“What’s…” Her mouth was too dry to speak. She cleared her throat and tried again. “What’s happening? Where am I?”