The shuttle flight to Hoth was long. Nyri slept for several hours, eating half of the meal she'd been given and thanking the soldier before slipping into an unreachable sleep. The shuttle continued to race through the hyperspace lanes until it later came to rest on a frozen landing strip in the middle of a frosty wasteland. The soldiers nudged Nyri and she stumbled to her feet. A major gently took her shoulders, guiding her carefully as they walked into the small prison.<br/><br/>Nyri: "Where are we going..... It's s-s-so cold...."<br/>Major: "You've been given a private cell on Delta 5, about 50 feet below the surface."<br/>Nyri: "Will.... Will Jedi Knight Zelus be coming? How long will I be in prison?"<br/>Major: "You've not had proper treatment so far. Right now, you'll be treated as a guest, without the right to leave. We'll try and get you a sentence in two weeks. In the meantime, rest. I heard you were sick. Also... The chili here is great."<br/>Nyri: She gave him a confused look, then tiredly yawned and hung her head, feeling as if she were being mocked. She uncertainly blinked at the soldier.<br/>Major: "Just relax, kid. I'm sure this'll sort itself out and you can call me if it doesn't. Just ask for Major Dexter."<br/>Nyri: "Thank you... I... Please let Zelus know I'm okay."<br/>Major: "I'll send him a message, kid. Now get some food and rest."<br/><br/>The major gently showed her into a metal room. There was a soft cot in the corner and blue rugs covered the floor. The heater was working overtime to keep it a decent temperature. There was a table and a small holo-vid in the corner. Nyri softly smiled then wandered over to the table. She ordered some chili and silently ate as the major bid her good day then closed her door, locking it. At least there was a small window on the top to see out. She yawned, then continued to eat. Hopefully, Zelus wouldn't be punished too harshly for trying to break her out of whatever that hell hole on Belsavis was.