Two times in a span of days he came-to in restraints though this time was infinitely worse than the time he'd found himself surrounded by Chiss. At least then he'd been given medical treatment on-site, offered continuing medications, and been released after being reassured by Master Darnell Othone. This time his eyes narrowed, stretching as best as possible, rolling to the side on the provided bed before getting to his feet. The injuries he'd sustained had healed up, the Knight thanking the Force for his ability to heal so swiftly.
There was a tremor and unease in the pit of his stomach that he would need to rely on his species' traits more than he had ever before.
"You must be mistaken..."
Molari had begun to hear Janus again, catching glimpses of her again, and had followed the prompting to go to Rishi, feeling a tug that he attributed to the Force's guidance. Surely the pirate's planet would have rumors, as much as Nar Shaddaa had, and surely someone would know what had been happening.
The information he had been given by the Aide and by Master Tel-raan had been invaluable. And as the Aide had pointed out, given the fact that his condition had improved while on the medication provided to him, it was highly likely that thier insistence that he was infected was correct. Somewhere in his belt he still had their contact information, but with the cuffs it was impossible to reach.
He would admit that was more than likely why he was cuffed. His memories were hazy enough that he couldn't even be certain he hadn't actually been divested of his communication devices, the swift kick to the jaw that had sent him sprawling making everything somewhat hard to recall. And the bayonet through each thigh had been a splitting agony of pain, the knife slicing through the joints in his armor plating. Being pulled to his feet had hurt but after those injuries he was in no condition to try to run.
The Agent and the Inquisitor had been a good pairing. He might've been able to overwhelm one of them alone, the Knight finding them an even match, but together it had been too much. Their insistence that he submit to their authority and comply with their orders was more than unusual; their knowledge of who he was still was unsettling. But the Agent had relied on precise blaster fire from his bowcaster, and the Inquisitor had relied on both lightning and their saber, and he couldn't counter them both working in concert. He flexed his shoulders, feeling the pull of sore muscles but none of the tauntness of the injuries he'd sustained.
Maybe it was a failing to understand but... no one had helped. No one had interfered. No one had stopped the procession through the pirate's cove, no one had questioned a Sith and an Agent apprehending a Jedi, no one had done anything.
"Oh Ari-" He shut his eyes tightly at Janus' voice. His dreams had been chaotic, snatches of sleep punctuated by the return of a splitting headache.
He had never before been to the capitol of the Sith Empire but now he was forced to wait for Darth Digaal, to see what exactly the Sith had wanted him for. The Jedi paced the confines of his cell for a few minutes before he took in and let out a breath. Eyes closed as he sank to his knees, another breath before he let go of his worries and concerns and meditated. He would put his trust in the Force and wait. After all he had nothing else to do.
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