Name: Kydan Oriss<br/>Location: Hibernation Chambers<br/>Tagging: Everett, Kassey, and everyone else too<br/>Notes: Scared and confused<br/>Wounds: 0/15   Strain: 0/15   Status: Forced Calm<br/>OOC note: This system counts "up" for sustained wounds and strain, so we're all at 0/x, not x/x.<br/><hr/><br/>Thankfully the woman who seemed the worst off from their traumatic awakening found some help in the form of a Jedi that she actually knew - Kydan didn't wish to imagine trying to calm someone down himself. Instead, he made sure to double-check the power cells on both his Lightsaber and the small blaster pistol on his belt. Barely qualifying as a weapon, that one, but about the best he had been able to get himself put into stasis with. Unlike the others, he didn't ignite his blade - he could feel his crystal humming through the Force, as if happy to be at his side again.<br/><br/>Swiping his wet, white hair back, the silver-eyed young man joined the two Jedi introducing themselves to each other, before greeting them all.<strong>"Name's Kydan Oriss. Our colleague is checking the terminal right now to see if we can find out more before heading out. I have an idea or two about who might be behind this, but assumptions make for awful battle plans." </strong>[/color]introducing himself and giving a short overview over what he knew to them, Kydan briefly glanced towards the one called Sia at the terminal, hoping they could move out immediately, but the better part of wisdom was definitely caution when faced with potentially more than one Sith.<br/><br/><strong>"Is anyone still experiencing hibernation sickness symptoms? Other anomalies? We need to be sure we're all combat ready. Personally, I fear that my connection to the Force has dimmed. Not to a debilitating degree, but it will take time for me to be able to do much beyond swinging a Lightsaber."</strong>Despite the dire situation, Kydan sounded relaxed about a rather alarming revelation. Rotating his still somewhat stiff shoulders, the Mandalorian felt almost naked in his robes, but when didn't he? This was not proper combat attire. But he hardly had access to the proper materials, know-how, or time to change that.