You are about to Enter a place of Mystery and Awe....
You have arrived on the planet Coruscant for a week of sight-seeing. You have decided to take a tour of the Imperial Palace. As you follow your tour guide through the depths of the impressive castle, you gaze in awe at your surroundings. Grand architecture, everywhere you look. It is simply astounding. As you wonder at the imppressive columns and arches, you awake from your reverie. You look around, to find that you have lost your tour group. They are no where in sight. You search frantically, but to no avail. So, you decide it is best to leave, and find your own way out. As you hurry through the long winding halls, you, gaze all around yourself at the architecture. You seem to think that time is slowing... but not slow enough, for as your attention is drawn to other things, you slam nto a wall. WHAM!

As you slowly regain conciousness, you find yourself in very different surroundings..you stand up, and looks around. Odd...the architecture in the room your standing in seems much different than the others, and there is very strange script engraved into the wall. You scan the room, and your surroundings. You notice stacks of books. It appears to be an archive, of some sort. You notice a computer-access port in one area of the room. As you turn in place, you see different things. MUCH different. A strange metallic object, spherical in nature, gleams in one corner of the room. Slowly, you turn your head. You see a desk, with a lamp on it. Slowly, ever cautious, you turn your gaze upwards. You spot a book, and an inkwell...and a hand.

Your eyes widen as you take in the site. A looming figure, dressed in a dark flowing cloak, sits at the table. His hands appear to be scarred, and deformed. Almost like talons...You take a step forward, unaware of your actions, until the figure looks up. You glimpse two dark, almost glowing crimson orbs within the darkness of the hood. The creature sets his work aside, and folds his hands. He looks straight at you, studying you, peering into your soul. Then he speaks.


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