Vander's head was pounding when he finally woke up in his jail cell on the Wheel. The events of the previous... well, he wasn't sure long it had been. A day earlier, maybe?
The first day had been trying to figure out what the kriff had happened. Who had shot him and why? At first he thought it was a trap laid by Zira, but that thought quickly evaporated largely because... it made no sense.
Then, for a brief few hours, he'd thought that maybe Zira would come to help break him out.
As minutes ticked by into hours, he realized how stupid that thought was. This was the Sith. She barely knew him. She was owned by someone else who was clearly not a benevolent being. No, Vander was and always had been on his own.
His initial anger followed by frustration and disappointment quickly turned to anger at himself. He had been caught off guard. Stupid. He hadn't been alert.
Way to go kark-face, began the mental berating. Anger began to well up in him that he wanted to unleash on... someone. He started planning his means of escape, having - for the first time in his life - been caught in a jail.
The first day had been trying to figure out what the kriff had happened. Who had shot him and why? At first he thought it was a trap laid by Zira, but that thought quickly evaporated largely because... it made no sense.
Then, for a brief few hours, he'd thought that maybe Zira would come to help break him out.
As minutes ticked by into hours, he realized how stupid that thought was. This was the Sith. She barely knew him. She was owned by someone else who was clearly not a benevolent being. No, Vander was and always had been on his own.
His initial anger followed by frustration and disappointment quickly turned to anger at himself. He had been caught off guard. Stupid. He hadn't been alert.
Way to go kark-face, began the mental berating. Anger began to well up in him that he wanted to unleash on... someone. He started planning his means of escape, having - for the first time in his life - been caught in a jail.