Altair kept stumbling forward, testing piles of debris here and there to see if anything gave away to cut a path. He was rapidly losing energy trying to use Force sight and he began to feel light-headed. He was sure he was bleeding from somewhere and his entire body felt as if he had been trucked by a speeder. The tiefling paused when he heard the Jedi speak up. His face scrunched up in confusion beneath the helmet. Prisoner? The thought had quite frankly never occurred to him. His fights normally ended in his opponents either dying or being beaten within an inch of their life and him completing his objective. What the hell could a padawan even provide in terms of useful intel? Altair rolled his eyes and continued walking forward.
“Does it seem like I wanna babysit some brat right now?” He finally responded back, taking off his helmet once more to breathe more freely. He coughed a few times, tasting copper in his mouth, “Ain’t in the mood to drag you back only to have the most useful data be what kinda mush they serve at the Jedi temple cafeterias.”
Altair spotted a pile of debris that went up towards the level above. He could see a faint light that suggested it was a potential way up. The tiefling slowly began to climb the pile, having no real energy to use the Force right then. He hoisted himself up and grabbed a pipe that was protruding out and the chunk of debris below him gave away. With a gasp, he abruptly fell down again, landing on his back with a thud as he stared up at the light.
“Ughhhh,” He groaned to himself as he just laid there for a moment. A quick check on his comms suggested there was no signal. He was far too heavy to climb his way up or secure a way out. Altair exhaled and blinked up, not moving a muscle for a long moment.
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