[center]|~Day 2, 14:38-18:09 GST~|
|~Kara, Hallway~|[/center]

The hallway was cold, very cold. A feeling of dread had snuck up onto Kara, dread and guilt. She felt guilty, guilty of killing an innocent, guilty of giving in to the Sith… Guilty of disappointing her master. The walk back to the turbolift seemed to last like an eternity and all that Kara could think about was that woman crying in front of her over her lost loved one. It made her think about the grief she must have caused to Imperial families. Those were the enemy, they deserved it! Or did they? Were all Imperials as evil as she was always told? The Sith surely fit that description. But the civilians? The soldiers? Were they really that different from those back at the Republic? Or is the only difference between them the uniforms they wear?

She continued on this train of thought until they finally arrived at the cellblock. Denso went his own way, they hadn't talked much after what had just happened at the arena and Kara wasn't really in a conversational mood anyway. All she wanted to do now was just rest in peace and quiet. She remembered that she could take the bunk above Xid’s bed. It wasn't occupied back when she first wanted to take a nap on it, so why would now be any different? 

As Kara made her way over to her bunk she noticed some people chatting. Some voices were familiar, others were not. In another mood she would have joined them, but for now all she wanted to do was to be left alone. So she silently got into her bunk and curled up against the wall. After a few moments she fell asleep.

The sleeping wasn't much better than being awake. Kara had always been restless in her sleep but with what happened in the last few months, losing her master, temple being sacked and now this, she was restlessly moving around all the time. That is, until she saw the face of the Sith that had killed her master in her dream. The smile that this bastard wore on his face as he hacked her master down… And the feeling of taking his life. Experiencing that again, even though it was just a dream, calmed Kara down somewhat. 

Several hours had passed by the time that Kara awoke from her little nap. As she stepped out of her bed she still could feel herself being sleepy. She could probably sleep for another while but she didn't think that it would do too much good. It would probably result in more nightmares anyway. So Kara decided that she had to find something with which to preoccupy herself and take her mind off of the depressing things. Maybe a shower would help? Were where the showers anyway? Let's find those.

As Kara stepped out of her prison quarters and made her way to what she thought were the showers, Kara could hear a lot of talking going on in another room. Being curious, she decided to have a look at what all the commotion was about. As she walked in Kara saw a group clustered around a kolto tank. She hadn't met any of these people yet so she didn't know who was who. That being said, one older looking gentleman did seem familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place it. Another one of those present, a Zabrak, seemed to be frustrated by something. Kara didn't know if this Zabrak was a Jedi or member of the Sith. Yes, she did wear the apprentice uniform… But so did Kara. So that didn't really mean anything about someone’s allegiance. After all, she had learned the lesson to not judge someone by their uniform only a few hours ago. 

Kara got curious about what her fellow inmates were doing. But she did'nt want to disturbe whatever they were doing. Besides, she did'nt even know any of them, so just walking up to them and disturbing their discussion would be rude and probably not leave a good first impression. So Kara opted to stick to the sidelines and leaned against a wall, observing the group from a distance. While she did'nt get directly involved, she wasnt that hard to miss, what with her dark grey apprentice uniform and such.