((OI! *Wakes up suddenly* Alrighty! Reach ye destination, and we'll skip to forming a rescue/search party for Ziatan/Tynira, and we'll go from there. (Note: No cannon charries will be joining the party))

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(ok, here goes.)

Jedi Master Tynira Mek felt the forced darkness slowly draining away, like water leaving a basin in a swirl of liquid motion. She waited before opening her eyes, aware of a presence beside the table she was cuffed to, aware also of a sense of stillness. They had stopped traveling, or at least the ship's engines and most of its systems were not in operation.

Well, better to face Ziatan now - waiting would not make it any more pleasant.

She turned her head to face him, and yes, it was he, towering over her prone form with malice draped about him like an outer garment.

"Good day, younger brother." It took an effort to keep her voice gentle. "I assume we have arrived at our destination?"

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