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~| Denso, Aboard the Kaggath: Prison complex |~[/center]

The Kiffar had returned to his bunk after his encounter with the twisted Sith lady. Once he had returned, he decided to rest, as he laid on his bunk he had felt himself fall asleep. Even a Jedi knight needed rest sometimes. His dreams were dark and nightmarish, ugly sights and sounds, the first being of his capture at the hands of the Sith. The sounds of blaster fire as all of the soldiers under his command were cut down like animals, like how he had cut those captives the wretch of a Sith forced to fight him. He had failed them, led them right into a trap, the Empire's soldiers came out of nowhere, they didn't stand a chance.

Then the dream shifted to the final soldier under his command, a lieutenant, he still remembered the dead's man name, had known him for months. Rafan Grenko, the last time he saw Grenko it was with a pulsing red lightsaber through his heart. The smile on the Sith bastard that slayed the lieutenant lingered in his dream. Then his nightmare intensified, an exaggeration of him fighting off seemingly endless waves of soldiers. 

Each of his lightsabers cutting down phantoms of men, righteous blue blades of justice, then the weapons turned to dust and he had to fight them with his bare hands. He smashed a helmet in with his fists, his fingers torn open with glass, he could see the bones, but did not care, the bones turned red with blood, not his own, but the enemy's. The dream went darker, the bright green grass which he fought upon now black, the sky an even darker shade. 

Then intense pain, his eyes had focused on Alih. He had almost forgotten about her in recent days, how could he? She had occupied every one of his dreams. She was in this one too, he had stopped fighting, felt his figure frozen solid as if stuck in ice. He could only watch as she fought off shadow men, but she too froze solid but not before the shadows got to her. Her weapon was knocked from her, and she fell to the ground, a boot on her neck. 

Her hand had reached out to Denso but she was too far away, his frozen form broke away and he could move again. He sprinted towards Alih, her hand still raised as he ran. With every footstep he was only getting farther away from her, then one terrifying scream of a female origin, and Denso awoke, breathing heavily. 

The Kiffar looked around, his eyes wide open, he was more than relieved to find that he was awake and well, still in the place he had fallen asleep. As his heart beat slowed, he placed his hands on his head, staring at the ground. Denso had no idea how long he had been out, he only remembered the dream. An image of Alih's beatiful face in a look of pure terror etched into his mind. He regained his composure with another deep breath, then decided he needed to get his mind right.

Denso rose to his feet, he was still in the robes Lady Lansha had provided to him. The clothing he had killed men for her in, he wished he could rip the robes to shreds, then light them aflame. But he could not, they would be a reminder of his foul deeds for as long as he wore them. He glanced around, then caught sight of a young Jedi, a look of annoyance and disappointment on her face. She looked like she needed to speak to someone else and he hadn't met her yet, so he approached her.

"Are you doing alright? You have a troubling look on your face, if you wanted to talk about it then I'm here. My name is Denso Halsa, what is yours?" He said to her, putting a friendly smile on his face.