<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a7/Nautolean.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Sia Elyssa</strong>(http://swsheets.com/c/zdghzxoie-sia-elyssa#)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hibernation chamber<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>17/17<strong>Strain:</strong>11/12<br/><hr/>Sia couldn't see clearly, but she could feel her surroundings - her connection with the force was still there, even after so many years.<br/><br/>Where was she? The frozen prison, of that ancient prison world. They had to guard the prisoners. Why?<br/><br/>"Why indeed." she whispered, as her eyes were slowly finding their focus. It didn't make sense back then, and it always made her uneasy. Why keep them imprisoned? Why waste good Jedi to watch over them? It always felt fishy.<br/><br/>"Fuck." she hadn't cursed for a long time - even without counting the time she had been frozen. But she couldn't not curse. She was awake, and this meant that someone had escaped. And judging from her vision she knew exactly who had escaped.<br/><br/>She took deep breaths, ignoring the commotion outside. She had to take deep breaths, both to make her lungs operate as they should and to calm herself down.<br/><br/><em>'I shouldn't think I want to find that bitch and murder her. No, I have to be calm. Calm down, Sia. That's what your master would want of you. You may have to kill her, but it shouldn't be because of your anger.'</em>she thought to herself, before opening her eyes with determination.<br/><br/>"I am here, Mom." she replied loudly, standing up.<br/><br/>Her hand itched to draw her lighsaber for no reason other than to see it's familiar green light. But she resisted. First thing first, she had to dress herself. She stood up, stepping out of the tube, to the table where her equipment had been left behind. Everything covered in dust, but still there.<br/><br/>First she picked up her clothes. The vest looked like normal civilian clothing, but it had been modified by herself with some of the best available materials...not that she had many of those. But the fact that it was still wearable was testament to its quality.<br/><br/>Everything felt warmer in her favourite attire, even if it wasn't.<br/><br/>Then she picked up her lightsaber, and her pouch-filled belts. She ignited it...she had to see if it still worked fine, after all. It was her lightsaber, wasn't it? What was the one in her vision then? Why both feel so familiar?<br/><br/>It felt as if The Force was guiding her to something.<br/><br/>It was something to think of, but later, perhaps. She had already wasted too much time. For now she had to check what had happened in the prison. Who had escaped...even if she knew.<br/><br/>Looking around, she notices the old terminal, in the nearby wall. She moved towards it hurriedly. She stumbled on her way there, flooring herself - millennia of not moving a muscle have some side effects. However she didn't care, she just stood up and kept moving towards the terminal. It held the answers she needed...<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>