I was awoken from my nap by an announcement. A voice echoing in the room, though I couldn't make out who it was in my groggy state. It seemed that some of the prisoners escaped. I thought that, even despite their rough exterior, that we had made a good impression and they were fine, but I guess most of them were unhappy. I guess I can't blame them though. I am a prisoner of sorts and even with this room, I can't say I'm happy to be part of this insanity. Still, at least they care for me well. It was during this moment that I realized that the "Sith" body was left unattended. If the prisoners were so upset that they would rebel, then perhaps they would disturb the body as well. While the thought of getting caught worried me, the thought of the prisoners…That is such an ugly word, the thought of the other captives desecrating her body was even more sickening. Sith or not, no one deserved to have their remains defiled.
Cautious, I slipped from my room and made my way to where they had left the body. On the way, I received a comm. call from Fardul. He asked for me to go to the hanger bay. Not wanting to disobey and cause problems, I reluctantly did as I was told. Worried that the other captives might have jumped me, I found no such dangers on my way there, lucky perhaps. Looking around, I saw out of a window as a person, a Rodian, flung himself out of the hanger and into space. Speechless and feeling my stomach churn a little, I swallowed my vomit and watched, frozen in shock. I couldn't understand why he had done that or why the "Jedi" would allow someone to kill themselves like that. His body began to grow stiff out in space as it seemed to swell over, though very subtly. His skin seemed to shift in color, all of this image burned into my mind. It looked quick and gentle in how space took everything from him, but it's painful caress was obvious by the way he moved before losing consciousness.
Wrapped in a chilled sweat, it was then that Fardul let me know that he was a killer. He told me that the man wanted to kill everyone. Whether he wanted to or not, I knew of no man, even to this moment, that died other than he did. If he wanted to kill so badly, then he had to have been chained up. To want death on others like they said is wrong, but he was still a living sentient being. No doubt it was Fardul's magical words that convinced the Rodian to jump and kill himself. If "Jedi" are good people, then I'm convinced that these people, at least some of them, are no Jedi, especially Fardul. He is just as ugly and twisted on the inside as he is on the outside.
Catching my breath, calming down from the scene at hand, I wasted no more time in the hanger. I collected the Sith's body, making sure not to touch her flesh, before bringing her to my room. At least there she would be fine and no one would defile her body.
Several moments passed, and as I was stuck in my own thoughts, jotting down notes in the back of my journal, Fardul visited my room. I could hear him, waiting for me as he dribbled something on the ground outside. Hesitant, I opened the door, pen and journal in hand. He told me that they were going to drop off the other captives, but there was an issue with the "Hutts". After a bit of explaining, I learned they were giant slugs that ate people, a upsetting and frightening idea, though the one we met didn't seem as bad as Fardul made them sound. It was roughly at this moment that I received the question "Why is there a body in your room". He had been giving me a strange look and I didn't realize why until then. After all, I had not told anyone about the body and that I was moving it for protection. After several more moments, the "Jedi" explained to me about space burials and we 'spaced' the the body.