Khan Sainen
Khan's eyes drifted open slowly as he fought back a pounding headache. He was sure he hadn't really been hit that hard, even if getting caught by such an obvious feint was probably the most shameful and costly mistake of his short life as a Jedi thus far. But judging by the way his head was swimming and the fact that he had no idea where he was, maybe he'd been drugged? They were going to be captured before Khan passed out! That much came back to the Echani Padawan rather quickly and made him freeze in place and try to keep feigning unconsciousness as he assessed his situation.
Khan didn't have his lightsaber, which made sense since only incompetents would have left any of them properly armed. He also had no idea how long he'd been kept unconscious for after he'd been knocked senseless by that one Sith Lizard. There were guards in the room although Khan couldn't get the full details for everyone without moving his head too obviously to keep up the charade that he wasn't yet awake. How many were there though, and could he take them on unarmed? The young Echani figured that he could fight maybe two guards at once depending on how well trained they were but any more than that would mean risking serious injuries.
Wait, wait...there was definitely someone here besides another prisoner and the guards. An unknown voice, female, warning his fellow captive not to try anything. Khan should act shouldn't he? Maybe together they could fight the guards off fast enough to make a break for it! If nothing else shouldn't he at least try, attempt to prevent the guards from taking another prisoner away?
That's what the padawan normally would have thought, what he normally would've done unquestioningly, but now his body wouldn't move. He hated to admit it, even privately to himself, but his defeat at the hands of that Trandoshan had shaken his confidence badly. Even as a Jedi, even as a warrior, he wasn't entirely without fear anymore.
So he just stayed there, frozen, trying to pretend he was still only half-conscious.