"Never attribute to malice what can be explained by error," Tank says wisely, following. "Perhaps you celebrated a victory and merely had a bit too much fun with the wrong brand of spice sticks."
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Sev sends Tank a look of disapproval with just a hint of haughtiness.

"Jedi do not consume spice sticks," he sniffs, "And I have seen enough malice in recent years to expect the worst."

He glances back out into the alcove outside, and, seeming to think it safe, begins to pick his way across the corridor. Three doors stand before him, one to the left, one to the right and one before him. He tries the control panel beside the door to right, which slides obediently open. Sev wrinkles his nose.

"The morgue," he observes, placing a hand to his nose, but gives a start a moment later.
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In the morgue lie four bodies. The grizzled human man with matted grey hair, a green skinned Rodian in a flight suit, a sallow faced human woman in dark robes and an elderly grey haired woman dressed in purple robes.
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Only the woman is not dead. As Sev enters she stirs and sits herself up.

"I was beginning to wonder if you would ever awaken," she says calmly.
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Sev frowns, his hand still placed loosely over his nose.

"You," he says, "I heard your voice just before I awoke in the kolto tank."

Tank Kolto, made of tougher stuff, seems unaffected by the smell, though he does check the other bodies to confirm both if they are dead and the cause of death.
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Whatever Tank's profession in his amnesiac past, he appears to have had some form of first aid training as he has no trouble confirming that the other bodies are indeed dead. The Rodian appears to have been slashed across the chest by some form of molten weapon which has cauterized the flesh through which it was cut. He also appears to have been shot in the leg with a blaster. The sallow faced woman appears to have been impaled through the chest with a similar weapon to the one that made the gash on the Rodian. The grizzled man appears to have cracked his skull on a hard, sharp object, judging by the nasty gash on his forehead.

"Indeed," the woman replies coolly to Sev, "I only hope you were the only ones."

"Their weapons are in the footlocker in the room on the other side of the hallway," she adds to Tank, without turning to look at him, "And I suggest you arm yourselves swiftly. You shall soon have company."
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"Right. Am I the only one who thinks hearing other people's voices in your head is weird?"" Tank Kolto checks, looking for some blankets to cover the bodies with to give them slightly more respectful treatment than they are getting currently.

"I don't suppose they stashed some spare clothes in there too?" Sev replies to the woman as he makes his way over to the doorway across the hall.

If he is feeling any discomfort at having voices inside his head he keeps it to himself, choosing to ignore Tank's remark.

The woman seems to content to let Sev discover the answer for himself, and continues to direct her conversation at Tank.

"You do not have long now. Leave the dead and find a weapon. Unless it is your wish to join them."

She has barely finished speaking when the third door to the alcove opens, and a burly looking Klatooinian enters, accompanied by a tattooed Aqualish. Both give a start as they spot Sev who has just disappeared into the room across the hallway, raising each raising the blaster pistols they carry as they do so.
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"Not friendlies, then," Tank mutters. "Don't suppose you intend to pick up a blaster and help us with the not-winding-up-dead objective, lady?"

The woman seems content to ignore him and makes no effort to move, simply closing her eyes and beginning to meditate.

OOC: An'ya Kae rolled 36 using 1d20+16. Force Stealth.
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Sev meanwhile appears to have located the footlocker because as the pair of attackers enter the first, the Klatooinian, gives a shout of pain and surprise as red lightsaber ignites before him half impaling him through the stomach. He crashes backward against the wall behind him, dropping his blaster and groaning as he clutches his stomach.

OOC: Sev Zallow rolled 18 using 1d20+7. Initiative.
Space Pirates rolled 16 using 1d20. Initiative.
Tank Kolto rolled 14 using 1d20+2. Initiative.

Sev Zallow dealt 13 points of wound damage to Space Pirate.

"You're seriously just going to sit there doing nothing when you know they're trying to kill us?" Tank eyes her incredulously, before hurrying after Sev.

As his injured companion attempts to fumble for his weapon, the Aqualish hastily fires a shot at Sev who has no trouble avoiding the clumsy blast.

Tank darts across, cursing as he weaves his way through the crossfire, and dives for cover beside the footlocker, groping in it for a blaster. He fires seconds later at the Aqualish thug, and whether by luck or by skill, the Aqualish thug collapses, a smoking hole in his chest.

OOC: Third Smartest dealt 17 points of wound damage to Space Pirate.
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By the time the Klatooinian has recovered himself enough to reach his weapon Sev's lightsaber is already at his throat.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Sev warns evenly, "Where are we and who do you work for?"

The Klatooinian sensibly halts in his act of reaching for his blaster. In answer to Sev's question he responds weakly in a few coarse sentences in Klatooinian.
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Sev frowns, glancing at Tank.

"I don't suppose you speak... whatever that was?" he says hopefully.

"..." says Tank, who very clearly doesn't.

"Uh-Huh," says Sev as the Klatooinian continues in his own language, "We really need a protocol droid, don't we?"

"We do," Tank agrees. "He clearly understands you though. If he understands Basic, he probably also speaks it, right?" Tank says, looking for any signs the alien may be physically unable to master Basic, sounding a bit uncertain about this.

"We are in a Republic outpost in an asteroid belt in the Telos system," the elderly woman interrupts them from across the hallway, "We arrived here two standard days ago, and these attackers launched their assault two standard hours ago."