Pain. Every muscle in his body ached. Tense, overworked. Like he had just spent days at the gym, without break. This was the first thing Xukas noticed when he finally began to stir. Then, the weight of something on his wrists, rough against fur. His ear, stinging, though roaming fingers would find it curiously healed, for the most part. He recalls that Togruta biting into the membrane with all the fury of cornered prey.
Realization blossoms within the lupine's mind as eyes finally flutter open to reveal the molten hues glowing dim against the cell's bright light. Where... was he? He doesn't try to get up, realizes that he's laying in a bed, draped in it's sheets. His lightsaber was gone. His armored robes were gone. Agitation flickers through his mind like fire as he curls his lip with an annoyed groan. It doesn't take much to realize what had happened. Somehow, someway, that Jedi had beaten him. How? The last thing he remembered was preparing enough voltage in the force to fry the man.
He doesn't even remember the padawan.
Finally, he sits up, sniffs as he peers around the room. Enclosed. The glow of a ray shield is dazzling. The weights on his wrists? They looked to be some sort of stun cuffs.
The first thing he does is look for any sign of weakness in the surrounding walls. His eyes roam, and find nothing. The second thing he does is examine what little furniture the cell had for food, because Xukas had no idea how long he had been out, but he did know that he was practically famished. The Sith tries to stand, finds that his muscles ache far too much for the effort to be worth it, and promptly sits back down on the mattress as an ear flicks with annoyance. This was certainly not how he intended to end his mission.
Was he even on Shili anymore? How long had he been asleep? How would he escape? So many questions now raced through his mind, so many uncertainties that filled his gut with anxiety. This shouldn't have happened. He should have been faster. Stronger. He should have won that fight.
But he hadn't.
Xukas had failed.
"Horvutah med kodaav." He groans, dropping his head into his clawed hands.
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Realization blossoms within the lupine's mind as eyes finally flutter open to reveal the molten hues glowing dim against the cell's bright light. Where... was he? He doesn't try to get up, realizes that he's laying in a bed, draped in it's sheets. His lightsaber was gone. His armored robes were gone. Agitation flickers through his mind like fire as he curls his lip with an annoyed groan. It doesn't take much to realize what had happened. Somehow, someway, that Jedi had beaten him. How? The last thing he remembered was preparing enough voltage in the force to fry the man.
He doesn't even remember the padawan.
Finally, he sits up, sniffs as he peers around the room. Enclosed. The glow of a ray shield is dazzling. The weights on his wrists? They looked to be some sort of stun cuffs.
The first thing he does is look for any sign of weakness in the surrounding walls. His eyes roam, and find nothing. The second thing he does is examine what little furniture the cell had for food, because Xukas had no idea how long he had been out, but he did know that he was practically famished. The Sith tries to stand, finds that his muscles ache far too much for the effort to be worth it, and promptly sits back down on the mattress as an ear flicks with annoyance. This was certainly not how he intended to end his mission.
Was he even on Shili anymore? How long had he been asleep? How would he escape? So many questions now raced through his mind, so many uncertainties that filled his gut with anxiety. This shouldn't have happened. He should have been faster. Stronger. He should have won that fight.
But he hadn't.
Xukas had failed.
"Horvutah med kodaav." He groans, dropping his head into his clawed hands.
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