The interior of the YV-865 Aurore class freighter was sparse except for the minimal cargo its crew utilized. Some crates and boxes were unsecured and used as makeshift furniture for the armed scoundrels that kept watch over the organic cargo. Four small prisoner cells lined the port bulkhead. Today the vessel that formerly ferried slaves to and from Hutt space was transporting only a few bound persons though it was capable of carrying many more. The ship had been ordered to deliver Kotii Solus expediently to Mandalorian space as part of a deal with the Mand'alor, Nox Solus.
They had dropped out of hyperspace just a short time ago and it would only be a brief period of time as the vessel transited the system before having a desireably heading to jump to hyperspace. Traveling along the normal routes was not advisable for a multitude of reasons. But the round about way would still get Kotii to Mandalore. The villainous crew of the freighter had done this sort of thing before. Kotii hoped they were overconfident but it was not likely that would do him any good in his current state. Still, he fantasized about kicking all their assess if he got the chance. That much kept him company as he was brought ever closer towards his home space.
Kotii had long been stripped of his armor and weapons. He did not want to think about what kind of sacrilige the Hutts were performing with its remains. The echani-offshoot had been given beatings in its place to add onto the previous injuries incurred from his attempt on Nor'baal's life. Some time had passed and allowed some healing to occur but for the brief periods where the badger was lucid, the pain reminded him he was alive. Now he was chained inside the cargo hold with a slave collar around his neck and stun cuffs around his wrists. The Hutts had either been unaware, or they did not care about the prosthetic left arm of the Black Hand which had served to make the stun cuffs useful.
Time had passed in a warped manner from the Mandalorian's perspective. In addition to his bonds, the Solus was heavily sedated and only barely managed to remain conscious at times. A FX series medical assistant had made sure to administer any further sedatives on a periodic basis and keep the hardy warrior from lapsing into a medical emergency. It had even seen to some of his other wounds before being ordered to stop by one of the guards.
Aside from the automaton, Kotii was not very aware of what was going on around him. He was able to guess they were at least no longer on Nal Hutta. The Mandalorian was capable of recognizing a jump to hyperspace and dropping out of light speed. It probably would not be long before they were back in Mandalorian space if that were the case. But nothing changed about his feelings or thoughts since he had watched through heavily lidded eyes the deal that could undo his people.
Even in chains, the Mandalorian tried to focus on the details. He tried to keep his mind sharp and not succumb to the sedatives or doubts which were equally dangerous. He knew that a quick death might be what awaited him on Mandalore. There was the chance he would be dragged before a Sith and tortured with their dark magics. Every thought sparked anger in the man's crimson eyes as his mind was reduced to the basics of survival. His thoughts could betray him, his feelings could lead to the loss of more Mandalorian lives and further suffering. Not just his own, but those he cared about, those he loved.
In his weakened state it was little more than a soft clink as his collar and stun cuffs were taught against the bulkhead he was chained to. A low growl rose in his throat as he instinctually warned a guard that took a few paces to stretch his legs within view. They silently brandished a stun baton, striking it against the ray shield of the cell making a bzzt sound. They had orders to make sure that Kotii arrived well enough alive. But that would not stop them from striking him again. That threat did not deter him from responding like the badger he was.
1st deck: Kotii is located in one of the four cells on the port (left) side of the cargo hold
2nd deck
2nd deck