Chapter 5

After that first battle, and the victory night with the sloe-eyed Sen'a'cha, Obi settled into life in the Pit. Perhaps being the property of another wasn't the most ideal situation. However, for the moment, with his memories returning in the tiniest of spurts, and still trying to make sense of his prison, it seemed best to bide his time. It didn't prove too hard of an issue. There were advantages to winning fights, starting with better quarters.

The initial cell, tiny and dank, had been replaced by a much more opulent one with a large bed, the fluffiest of pillows, and the softest of sheets. It offered privacy and comfort, the lock on the door his to control with a key. What it didn't have, though, was a better view. Nothing did inside the dead moon.

Windows were for sunny planets with a landscape to see, not hollowed rocks that held so much ore and metal that even the staunchest detection systems would never see it.