The two agents led Maddie from her cell (still strapped to the bed). There were nearly 30 soldiers present, all armed, as they escorted her into a black van. Only then did they release her restraints. Agent 1 reached into his pocket and returned her light saber. "We're returning this to you. Don't make me regret it."

 There were no other agents in the back but there was another agent in the front driving. There were no windows and no real way to tell where she currently was.

OOC: going to let you respond. If you do nothing, the van will reach its destination.

Xorb nodded, "Since it is my property to do otherwise would be theft." She ignited the weapon to be sure it was still in working order, and closed ot immediately, clipping it to her belt. "I don't suppose you will return my other supplies to me? The Becta would speed my healing along." She lay back again, activating mage sight for Forces.

 As Maddie activated her light saber, she blinked and a moment later the weapon was gone from her hand and her satchel was sitting next to her. She had this brief sense that the Force had just been used.

 "I see that the first lesson we're going to need to teach you is weapon safety."

 He did not return her saber again.

 The van pulled to a stop in an alley behind a slightly damaged Vietnamese Restaurant. The two led her sown some stairs and into a basement. From the basement, they took an elevator... down.

 When they exited the elevator, she immediately saw a variety of entities. Mangy wookies, mandalorians, and even a couple of sith (complete with yellow eyes and feral features).

 They were all behind what seemed to be reinforced glass doors, sitting peacefully as they waited to be processed. The two agents made no comment about it. They led her up to a desk with a box on it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nK5VqPm8uWE

Xorb rolled her eyes, "You wouldn't know a real weapon or its use if it bite you on the hand. Backwards knuckle dragging morons." With effort she sat up and opened her bag, rummaging unyil she found a metal flask. She did not bother with modesty as applied it to her hips and arm.

01:12, Today: Maddie rolled 3 successes using 10d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 1,8,8,3,1,7,8,5,2,7.  Dex + Medicine + Life = Salve the Wounds of Battle.

Their underground lair was mildly impressive especially given their lack of technology. When she is lead to the computer box she seemed almost happy, "An information terminal? Are you hiding a holo-projector here as well?"

 The box contained the black suit and tie that the other MIB agents were wearing, complete with black sunglasses. They seemed intent on having you put it on. You were then taken to a box that Maddie could tell was nearly alive with the Force. She was placed inside and could feel that something had happened but she wasn't entirely sure what.

 Meanwhile, one of the agents worked at a computer. When all was done, he spoke up. "Your identity has been erased. You are now 'Agent X'."

Xorb was happy to change out of the hideous paper costume she had been in. These robes, however, were far too movement restrictive. The person at the infirmation terminal said something about her name being Agent X  , "I beg to differ sir, I am Xorb, Jedi Knight. Also these robes do not allow a full range of motion. Perhaps you have some that are not as restrictive?"

 The Agent looked up at her, having finally lost all patience. "No, you are not a Jedi. You haven't behaved like a Jedi at all since the moment we met. You've been hostile, rude, and a danger to yourself and everyone around you.

 This is a job interview and you are failing. You will wear what we give you and go by the name we give you or you can sit in that little glass cell over there for the rest of your life. You have no other options."

 You notice now that there are quite a few agents around you. They are relaxed, going about their business, but they are all alert, ready for a fight to break out.

Xorb leaned in so that she was eye to eye with him. "I am a Jedi. Rude and condescending to you barbarians, yes. We can't all be Master Kanobie after all. I can only surmise you whine over the testing of MY property which you have stolen AGAIN. I awoke in your dungeon,  crippled and half dead. You two morons barge in and threaten me, veiled and otherwise to join your barbarian club. My name is Xorb. You will address me by it. I am wearing your barbarian uniform, do you not see?  I was simply asking if you PRIMITIVES have anything that will not split its seams everytime I attempt a riposte or lunge. If you wish to be treated with respect you must treat others in kind. You have refused even to give me the basic courtesy of referring to me by name. You have stolen my property. You have locked away my fellow Jedi. You have yet even to admit that you need me or why? So I ask you, whom is more rude, I who merely call barbarians what they are, you uncivilized rodent, or you who lie by omission, steal other's property, and fail even to give the common courtesy of addressing me by name?"

 The man, for the first time, smiled. "Right then. Game over, Maddie Brox."

 There was a shift, then a shimmer and, once more she was in a prison uniform, now sitting in a cell in cuffs. She found that her magic no longer worked and that the glass was impossible for her to break.

 In the cell she would sit for the remainder of her days.