The water was cool, but only one little mouthful would not stave her thirst for no more than a few moments before the heat of the twin suns remind her of her situations. The thugs again pay her little mind, other than the glances or ogling of her body exposed before them in the cage.<br/><br/>It takes another half hour traveling through the desert on the open aired skiff before it finally reaches its destination. The lone stone building that is the seat and jewel of power in tattooine towers over a cliffiside as if its placed there as a show of granduer. A large bay door opens along the side of it to allow entrance of the skiff into the stone structure.<br/><br/>The skiff comes to a halt in a loading dock, and two Weequay thugs come up the ramp thats layed out for them. They each look over the girl in the cage as the two humans begins to unstrap the cage from its place. The two newcomers each grasp the handholds of the cage and lift it up to carry it out of the skiff towards her new home. Amira could only breathe in the dank smell in the air as she is taken to a dark dungeon and the cage is set down on the packed dirt floor.  "Are you thirsty little girl?" One of the guards speaks in a voice that seems to hiss.