Gradually your senses return to you. The scenes of bloodshed, vicious marsupials exploding from boxes of cereal and underwear drawers, still roll in your head. Yet, from all appearances, you are still alive. The room you're in is dark, barely lit with dim, red lights, and smells vaguely of vegemite. Your wounds are bound, but still tender, and only your weapons have been removed.

Leaving your beds, you find two doors to this room, one locked, the other slightly ajar. The next room seems to be similarly dark and devoid of metahuman life. Seven 3 X 2 X 2 meter, glossy black monoliths sit, evenly spaced, around an onyx board table, as though waiting to give you audience. Otherwise, the edges of the room are hidden from your sight.

A single voice beckons, low and gravely, with the slightest static of a speaker, <darth vader>"enter. It is time to speak."</darth vader>