Shorted wires spark and splutter, providing occasional light to a room which looks as if it was once a laboratory. A workbench lies, lopsided, with shattered glass littering the floor beyond. The door to the room stands open, its control panel completely crushed. Across the floor of the room are littered several crumpled forms. One is a cloaked being, encased in a dark, battered suit of armor. A few meters from him lies a male weequay dressed in the attire of a Jedi. A third Jedi, a male twi'lek lies by the wall, a nasty gash across his forehead. The final body is that of a female togruta, dressed in an extravagant Jedi robe. Her form lies across the workbench, her waist and neck twisted on unnatural angles.

In the center of the room, nestled amongst the remains of what appears to have been a small, metal pedestal, lies a strange cube, roughly the size of an adult human head, formed of dark stone and covered in strange carvings.
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The figure in the dark robes twitches slightly, then coughs. Then with a groan, he attempts to roll over. Very slowly, cautiously, he looks about the room. Then he heaves himself over, attempts to raise himself, and promptly falls back in a crumpled heap with a grunt.

The dark cloaked figure does not move for some time, and it is the weequay who is next to awaken. He suddenly gasps for air, as if he had been suffocating, and jerks awake. He lies where he is, panting hard, for a minute or two, before managing to sit up. He clutches at his head as he does so, swaying and giving a low moan. It is another minute before he attempts to look about the gloomy room about him, squinting about with each spark of the wires dangling from the roof above.

He crawls his way over to the twi'lek Jedi, stretching out a hand to the Jedi's pulse. He is dead. Slowly, laboriously, he crawls to the togruta twisted across the workbench. She also shows no signs of life. Finally, he crawls to the dark cloaked figure. Reaching out a hand, he finds a faint pulse, and attempts to sit the figure up.

The figure's eyes flutter and then open blearily. But it seems he can see quite clearly in the gloom, for he takes in the pair of bodies, before glancing sharply at the weequay who supports him.

"Who are you?" asks the weequay in hoarse Basic, "What is this place?"

The cloaked figure seems to stiffen, watching the weequay warily for a moment. Then he seems to relax.

"I don't know," he whispers, his voice raspy, "Wherever it is, though, it is no place to remain. Who are you?"

"Agreed," the weequay nods, helping the figure in getting to his feet, then, after swaying for a moment, "As for my name, I am..." he frowns, rubbing his leathery forehead, "I... I don't remember... anything."

"Neither do I," the cloaked figure says, "Though.... something tells me this is not a good place to be in. Still, since we do not know our names, I suggest we invent some. Calling you 'you' will grow old rather quickly, and it seems to me that we should work together to escape this place."

The weequay seems to consider this, and nods slowly, then almost collapses, and decides to refrain from nodding for the time being.

"What name did you have in mind?" he asks, taking a step toward the doorway.

"Wait," says the cloaked figure, "What is that?"

He staggers over to the cube on the floor, and crouches beside it, lifting it slowly. He stares at it, turning it over, transfixed for a good half minute.

While he examines the cube, the weequay crouches beside the door, picking up what appears to be a gleaming cylinder, twenty centimeters in length and perhaps three or four in diameter. He presses a button on it and a meter long blade of blue light ignites from it.
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The cloaked figure snaps out of his reverie at the sound of the lightsaber igniting. He stares at the blade for a moment, then at the hilt. Rising, he stuffs the cube under one arm, and staggers over to another lightsaber hilt, lying by the far wall. This one is a couple of centimeters longer than the one belonging to the weequay, though of similar diameter. He attempts to ignite it, but it merely splutters and dies. He frowns, stuffing the hilt into the folds of his cloak.

The pair exit into the corridor, but have not gone more than a dozen meters down before they hear the sound of padding feet, and at the far end a squad of four, stumpy, ruddy-skinned creatures turn the corridor. They are each dressed in matching grey uniforms of some kind, and each carry a light blaster pistol. The foremost one gives a squeal of either terror or rage when its eyes alight on the weequay, lightsaber ignited before him, and the four of them immediately open fire.

OOC: Zirak Derasir rolled 18 using 1d20+5. Initiative.
Utai Guardsmen rolled 13 using 1d20. Initiative.
Sora Bulq rolled 10 using 1d20+1. Initiative.
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The cloaked figure, unarmed as he is, ducks behind a damaged cylinder which lies in the corridor.

Blasts fly about the corridor, fired from the four creatures. One strikes the cylinder less than a centimeter from the figure's shoulder, while another grazes the weequay's leg, singing his left trouser leg.

OOC: Utai Guardsman dealt 8 points of vitality damage to Sora Bulq.
Utai Guardsman dealt 10 points of vitality damage to Zirak Derasir.
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With a cry the weequay charges towards his attackers, swinging his lightsaber wildly and slashing one across the chest. With a garbled squeal it crashes to the durasteel floor of the corridor.

OOC: Sora Bulq dealt 11 points of wound damage to Utai Guardsman.

Even as the weequay turns to the second of the creatures, a third one shoots at his back. The blast strikes him squarely in the shoulder, and with a grunt his lightsaber switches off and he collapses to the floor. While one of the creatures crouches beside its fallen comrade, the other pair cautiously advance to the cylinder behind which the cloaked figure hides.

OOC: Utai Guardsman dealt 6 points of wound damage to Sora Bulq.
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Even as the pair round the cylindar, the cloaked figure leaps out, launching a wild kick at the foremost of the creatures. He no longer holds the cube, having tucked it safely behind the cylinder, but even so he trips and staggers forward, crashing into the wall of the corridor. A blast from one of the creatures strikes him in the leg, and another in the ribcage, and with a snarl of mingled pain and rage he falls to his hands and knees.

But then something happens. The figure begins to tremble and the shadows about him begin to reverberate faintly. All at once his head snaps up to glare at the pair of guards from beneath his helmet, and his right arm stretches out. The pair of creatures both pause, seemingly frozen, as the shadow grows, then seems to pass into them. Their skin seems to shrivel slightly, and darkens as if bruised. The pair gasp and stagger forward, their weapons clattering from their grasp. Then they collapse lifelessly to the floor.

OOC: Utai Guardsman dealt 4 points of vitality damage to Zirak Derasir.
Utai Guardsman dealt 3 points of wound damage to Zirak Derasir.
Zirak Derasir used Drain Life on Utai Guardsmen.
Zirak Derasir has gained 8 vitality points.
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The remaining creature gives a squeal of alarm, and, rising from its unconscious companion, it hurries forward, blasting wildly at the cloaked figure. In its panic its blasts fly quite wide.

The cloaked figure seems to have regained a considerable degree of strength, following the outburst. Diving forward, he scoops up one of the blasters of the deceased guards, and fires several shots at the approaching guard. The first blast flies wide, but the second strikes the creature in the chest and it halts with a garbled squeak. A third and fourth blast from the cloaked figure are unnecessary, but ensure that the guard will certainly not be a threat of any kind in this galaxy.

Panting with repressed adrenaline, the cloaked figure scoops up the cube from its hiding place, then staggers over to the unconscious forms of the weequay and the remaining guard. He fires three shots into the guard's chest, before crouching beside the weequay and feeling his pulse. The weequay is alive, and the figure searches the four guard corpses for any means of first aid. He discovers a couple of medpacs, and heads back over to the weequay to attempt to inject them. The first is a miserable attempt, resulting in the healing fluid spraying across the weequay's Jedi tunic. His second attempt is not much better, with the majority of the fluid leaking onto the floor.

OOC: Sora Bulq has advanced to level 2.
Zirak Derasir has advanced to level 2.
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The cloaked figure has just withdrawn a third and final medpac, and is preparing to insert it, when he hears a voice from behind him. The voice is masculine, and sounds as if it comes from under a helmet of some sort.

"Not one move."