Kadis' eyes fluttered open, his mind clearing for a moment, only to have the confusion be replaced with panic. He couldn't move. A leaden weight lay on his limbs. Faintly, he could hear a rumbling sound and a man shouting. The weight seemed to be diminishing, but he still couldn't even make a fist.
He tried to take stock of his situation. He couldn't move his hands, his blaster was under the useless excuses for 'cold weather gear' that he was wearing, and if he wasn't mistaken, he was frostbitten and probably hypothermic. He felt a hand grasp his shoulder and flip him over, and he was looking up.
"I'm Stitch. Can you hear me?"
Kadis nodded feebly.
"This guy's in bad shape..." Stitch grabbed Kadis' hand and looked at it. "Can you touch your thumb to your little finger?"
Kadis tried, but failed. He shook his head.
"He's hypothermic, Captain. We need to get him somewhere warm."