A Most Desperate Hour
Chapter I: The So-Called Friends of Marko
Black. Everything was black. A very blurry black infact......with ringing noises. As you start to come to you realize you have your share of aches and pains, depending on how hard and where you fell when you where knocked out cold.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooo!" Yells a furious Marko, his deep, piercing voice of unbridled rage is the only thing you can hear above the ringing. "Arrrrrrrhhhhhhhh!!!! They've taken everything! Sleemos!". A loud crash can be heard echoing from the hanger, no doubt something being thrown around violently.
As you come to - wherever you are in the station - you faintly make out in the dim emergency lighting the knocked out bodies of people and disabled droids around you. Apparently you are among the first to recover and reawaken. The emergency lights flicker, casting long shadows over everything. It might be dark, but things actually don't look that bad. A few trails of electrical jolts spilling out from sockets and wires
|(DC10 Knowledge: Tech)|
"Life support failure, check Oxygen Levels at once."
|Huttese:Lifesupport failure, check Oxygen Levels at once.|
You have a few moments to gather your thoughts before the speaker repeats itself.
"Life support failure, check Oxygen le---""--Shuddup!" Marko screams to interrupt the mechanical voice. "That's the last thing my customers need to hear!" A moment of silence passes, with the speaker no longer delivering horrible news of impending doom, before Marko's voice replaces it in his typical rugged demeanor.
"Anyone who's up and about, get your rears to the security hanger. Now. I have a bloody important job that needs doing."