"Oh?" says Sev, pausing a moment before scooping up the Klatooinian's blaster, setting it to stun and shooting the Klatooinian twice, who gives a grunt and slumps unconscious to the floor.

"So who exactly are you?" he asks the woman as he deactivates the red hued lightsaber and begins to search the other footlockers around the room.

"Who I am is not important," the woman replies, her eyes still closed in meditation, "However you may call me An'ya if you wish. What is important is that we find a way to leave this facility, and soon."
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"And how do you know so much about this place?" Sev asks as he opens a locker containing a pile of neatly folded Republic uniforms of orange and gold.
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Tank grunts in reluctant sympathy at the 'name is not important' part, clearly empathizing with a fellow victim of temporary amnesia who can't be sure of their own name.

"These questions, while important, are best answered after we have escaped this place," the woman responds, "We have many enemies hunting us and must be gone from here before they catch up with us."

Sev frowns, throwing one of the Republic uniforms to Tank before slipping into one of his own.

"By the looks of things they have already caught up with us," he surmises with a pointed glance at the Aqualish and Klatooinian bodies in the doorway.

Tank catches it and also dons his uniform, grunting in agreement.

"I do not know precisely who these attackers are," the woman replies calmly, "However they are not the enemies of which I speak."

"Well that's encouraging," Sev says dryly to Tank as he straps on a belt and clips the lightsaber hilt to it, along with a holster into which he slides a blaster pistol.

"Are you up to keeping an eye on one prisoner, or do you need to rest again while we take this one with us?" Tank nudges the stunned body with a booted foot as he also straps on his blaster and some energy cells.

"We can bind him with these," Sev suggests as he pulls out a length of cable from another of the lockers. He seems to feel that this is a more realistic method of restraining the prisoner than expecting An'ya to actually raise a hand to stop him from escaping.

His reasoning seems to be supported by An'ya, who makes no effort to respond to or assist the pair in their endeavor.

"Do you know of any kind of aged care facility we can leave her in once we do get out? Or any way of contacting any of her relatives?" Tank asks in a low voice, assisting Sev to tie up the prisoner. "She doesn't quite seem to be all there if you know what I mean." Tank touches his head, sending her a surreptitious dark look.

Sev sends him a dark look of agreement as they finish tying up the Klatooinian's hands and feet. Once this task is completed, Sev moves over to search the last of the lockers which contains a stack of a dozen medpacs. He slides these into a backpack he has found before moving back to the doorway once more. He closes his eyes for a moment, concentrating, before frowning.

"The Force," he murmurs, almost to himself, "It feels... distant. I... I can barely feel its connection."

An'ya's hearing seems to be fine, as she finally opens her eyes to glance keenly at Sev.

"It will return in time," she assures him, "Though you may need to relearn what you have lost. For now, you will have to rely on cruder methods and abilities in order to escape this place."

"Speaking of escaping this place," Sev replies, not looking to impressed by An'ya's assessment, "I do not suppose you feel like aiding us yourself in our efforts?"

"That's probably an accurate assessment based on what help she's seen fit to offer so far," Tank mutters critically.

An'ya closes her eyes once more, making no effort to move.

"I fear my connection to the Force would do more harm than good in our current predicament. Searching the feelings of those in this facility around us and connecting to your mind to awaken you may already have alerted our enemies to our presence here, but if not I will not risk anything further."

"You could always attempt, uh, 'cruder methods'," Sev suggests dryly, gesturing to his blaster pistol.

An'ya does not seem impressed to have her own words used against her, and remains obstinately unmoving.

"I will leave you to the exploration of this place," she says at length with just a hint of snootiness, "I shall remain here and mask my presence as best as I am able."
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Tank Kolto shakes his head critically.

"Right," says Sev, shrugging in agreement to Tank as he ducks into the corridor and begins to advance cautiously, keeping an eye out for any sign of movement.

The corridor, roughly ten meters long, is formed of the same blue durasteel as the rest of the facility, with a single door at the far end. The pair approach the door, but before they reach the control panel it opens before them, to reveal a Weequay dressed in similar attire to the Klatooinian and Aqualish. His eyes widen in surprise at the pair, as he hastily fumbles to draw his blaster.
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Sev is the fastest to react, levelling his blaster and shooting the Weequay squarely in the chest. With a garbled cry the thug collapses, gasping as he attempts to raise himself.

OOC: Sev rolled 16 using 1d20+7. Initiative.
Third Smartest rolled 15 using 1d20+2. Initiative.
Space Pirate rolled 3 using 1d20. Initiative.

Sev Zallow dealt 14 points of wound damage to Space Pirate.

Tank raises his own blaster and shoots him before he can, a nasty shot in the shoulder that will knock him out a few hours at least.

"I don't see why that batty old lady refuses to pick up a blaster and help us. They're not even heavy blasters."

OOC: Third Smartest dealt 8 points of wound damage to Space Pirate