Selu Kraen sat up groggily just as the rusted metal deck lurched beneath him, and the motion dumped him back on his side again. After the ship’s initial jump into hyperspace, his captor had come back to secure him in a dingy little cabin, lit only by a cracked glowpanel loosely suspended from the ceiling. Past stains on the walls were a grisly and discomfiting reminder of past occupants and their plights. He had dozed off after using a Jedi technique to calm his mind, despite the uncomfortable nature of the metal block that served as a bunk. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up. His chafed wrists reminded him of where the binders had so recently bit into the flesh.