In a circular room, clinically clean with paneled walls of a light blue durasteel two men float in kolto tanks. The first of the pair, a tall, wiry man with brown cropped hair suddenly gives a cough as a voice seems to sound inside his head.

"Awaken."
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Even as the first man's eyes open and he glances groggily around inside the tank in which he floats, the second man, slightly shorter with tanned skin and several scars, hears the same voice inside his head, albeit fainter and more distant.

"Awaken!"
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The first man has already pulled himself out of his tank, gasping for air as he does so and coughing as his wet feet land on the metallic floor with a slap. He stumbles forward to his hands and knees, breathing hard for a moment before pulling himself up.

The second man's reaction is much the same. He seems disoriented as he looks around the room, unsure of where he is or why he's here, and it takes a moment or two longer than it should for his gaze to land on the first man and register he's not alone in here.

"Who are you? Are you the one who told me to awaken?" he asks, slightly rasping, looking around the room for clues as to where this place is.
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The first man seems to have recovered himself a little, and winces as he turns to survey his companion.

"I am not," he answers the man's second question at length, "Though it seems you heard it too. I'm Sev Zallow, Jedi Knight. You?"

The second man looks around the room, trying to spot the third person who said ‘awaken’.

“I am--," he rubs his temple briefly, before his gaze alights on the kolto tanks-- "Tank. Tank Kolto. So, though, you are a Jedi? This seems an odd place for one of your kind to end up. Shouldn’t you be of killing Mandalorians and saving innocents and ingratiating yourself with politicians?”
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Sev follows the other man's gaze to the kolto tanks, raising an eyebrow.

"All right then, 'Tank'. As for this place, I do not exactly know where here is. You don't happen to know where we are or how we got here do you? The last thing I remember is... well fighting Mandalorians honestly."

'Tank Kolto' carefully avoids looking at those tanks himself, and frowns as he looks about, searching for any kind of terminal or gear lockbox that might contain hints as to their location or how they ended up here.

"...I confess, I am not sure myself. My brain feels like mud. The last thing I remember is cleaning my gear; I am a mercenary, so I do that a lot. After that, nothing. I don't even know what month it is, much less which day it is. I wonder if there was something off about that kolto-- I remember hearing rumors the Republic were experimenting with 'alternative' Kolto blends due to low supplies."
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"There's something off about one 'Kolto' around here," Sev mutters to himself, but also busies himself with searching their surroundings. There is no computer in the room they are in, however he does find a door control which opens readily enough.

"Something has clearly damaged our memories," he surmises as he peers out of the room and into the corridor, "An accident perhaps. Or something more sinister..."

Sev Zallow rolled 4 using 1d20+1. Spot.
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