STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- The Council of Taneshla

Then you can't tell what has been fiddled with, if anything.

Of course not...

Rianna shall continue onward then; does she sense anything?

The gunmen don't follow you when you leave.

"Something's wrong with this," one says. "What killed them?"

"Of course something's wrong. And I don't know. As far as I can tell, they shouldn't be dead...but if something was tampered with, I can't tell."

"Some Jedi you are," the other says, bending down to check the bodies.

Rianna ignores that comment, though she'll inspect the bodies more closely.

The hitman is checking for cause of death and finds it.

"Crushed windpipe," he says.

"This one too," says the other.

You check one... yes, crushed windpipe. No sign of anything being used to strangle them though.

"Must have been Borm..." she comments quietly, thinking to herself that he must have used his bare hands, since there's no signs of anything that was used.

Now that you mention it... there are no marks at all. Even hands would leave tell-tale signs of struggle.

The Force, then?

...just how strong with the Force is Borm, anyway?

That's not good...

You don't know.

Awesome...

Keep up with the search, then.

Before you leave, there is a beeping on the comm unit in the center of the room.

"Incoming message," says Hitman A.

Rianna shall go see what the message is.

You answer and a hologram appears. It is of a badly scarred man in burnt rags and blazing, hate-filled eyes.

Rianna doesn't recognize him but is pretty sure she knows who it is.

"Give it up, Borm," she says. "You don't have anywhere you can hide here."

As soon as you finish that sentence, Borm (for it is indeed him) reaches out a hand and clenches it tightly. One of the hitmen starts gasping and falls to his knees, dropping his rifle.

"I know you," Borm says, his voice raspy and weak. "I have foreseen your coming."

For someone with a regenerative constitution, he looks dreadful. His entire body is covered with scars to the point where his skin is nothing but calluses and pale hardened tissue. He is very thin and sickly.

"Stop," Rianna hisses, suddenly not so sure of being able to take him down easily.

Needless to say, he does not obey your order and keeps strangling the hitman.

"You will find no victory here," Borm rasps.

"You will be dead before I leave this place..." Rianna responds. "Do you think you'll be escaping alive?"