[center]~|Day 2, 18:15-18:18 GST|~
~|Jayda, Prisoner Complex (Medical Bay)|~[/center]

Jayda was nervous, her fist retracted after the numbness settled into her hand and fell back to her side. The bastard, Sish’s newest apprentice, was already giving her a taste of what it was like to be back stabbed. Worse part, she had let down her guard and for that, Sish was likely make sure she would never make that mistake again. Her still healing wounds ached as if to remind her she was still too far from being completely healed.  Jayda’s teeth gritted tightly while she heard Nazca’s words address her causing the Zabrak to pivot on her heel, pressing  her back against the only solid surface near her.  The younger girl’s expression was one of cocky and smug, her words pouring salt into Jayda’s wounds. 

Naturally, the Zabrak’s pride wasn’t too fond of being mocked. Selectively ignoring the mention of her likely to be scar, she replied. “ I doubt you’ll be seeing him again, and personally I rather not be here at all. “ 

Her words rang truthful while she held eye contact with Nazca, seeing little point in bending how she felt about this area of the ship. Personally if it wasn’t for Sish, she wouldn’t have ever been here in the first place. So she was buying out time for as long as she could kill him and leave this hellish ship, vanishing somewhere no one would ever find her.  Her eyes caught movement just outside the medical bay causing her head to dart into the direction, seeing a  blond haired female also dressed in apprentice’s dark garb. She meandered in, her clothes smelling of burnt flesh and sweat, to settle against the wall while she observed them at a distance.  This only made her more jittery since she felt like prey being watched by a savager.  

Jayda’s heart sank a bit when the child approached her, his figure removing himself from the now fixed Kolto tank and stepped toward her. Like a frightened and unsure animal, she tensed harshly and pressed harder into the lift. Her eyes easily caught his stance casual and curious , a mistake around a future enemy, causing her to immediately relaxed on impulse. Something she knew wasn’t an ideal thing since the cameras were likely fixed on their direction. 

At mention of her wound by Khan, her right hand slowly edged up and touched it. The skin was creased and gorged out where the Trandoshan had dug his claws in and marred  away her tribal design upon her cheek. It was gone. Gone like her brother and her life, unable to get it back again. At the boy’s mention of fighting, Jayda chuckled slightly, a soft and amused sound rippled from her lips which hadn’t been heard in a long time. The sound felt like it didn’t belong on the ship in her ears, turning her chuckle into a bitter one when he asked who her friend was. Jayd had never seen the apprentice nor recalled her appearance in any of the videos she had watched, through there was a vague familiarity about her. 

She had been about to answer no when Koren decided to enlighten everyone over who their mystery watcher was: another Jedi prisoner. 

Jayda stored the information away while silently waiting for the older Jedi to finish, her head tilted in his direction but eyes still focused intently on Khan. He was so much like Kaet at this age that her heart twisted to think of him in this place. They were already plotting an escape and deep in her heart, she was hopeful they would success. Mainly since the less Jedi on the ship meant the least likely she would be forced to endure watching them suffer under her own doing, disliking Sish’s determination to twist her into him. Koren’s clap caught her off guard nearly making her visibly jump , her hearts rattling hard and lips pulled back in a reflexive snarl. When she realised what she had done, Jayda’s eyes shifted to the ground for a brief moment then turned to Khan. 

“It’s not as simple as that, I’m afraid. And yes he survived, but his appetite for violence and blood will most likely get him far worse reprimand in the future. If I was you than I would be grateful and hope  that my luck holds out, little one. Else you might find yourself as Sish’s next victim, left in worse condition than when you left.” Jayda said, the words carefully rolled off her tongue in a neutral statement. However, Khan would notice her body shift from one leg to the other nervously. It would be obvious to him, she didn’t like the thought of Sish getting his claws into him. 

“Your friend is correct, Sish won’t allow me to stay here for very long and most likely come to get me. His fury, however, might vary depending on what the other apprentice told him and my own words. No matter who he believes, I doubt I’ll come off without a punishment of some fashion.” Inhaling a moment, she then added in a lighter tone. “Besides, I don’t think you’d want the match interrupted would you?”