Cult of the One Unnamed Here

"What?!" you say, glancing behind you. It is a man in flowing brown robes that conceal his face. "What are you talking about?"

Suddenly the ceiling explodes and several more men in brown robes vault down on ropes. One of them shoots at you with a tranquilizer rifle but misses, hitting the one behind you instead.

"ALARM ALARM" the computer drones overhead as wailing sirens go off. "Preparing for Starbase Charlie security lockdown. I repeat, going into security lockdown."

"Damn! It's the fuzz!" one of the brown-robed men curses. "Get that wench, quick!"

1. With no combat training, and weak physical attributes, you decide to surrender to these crazed lunatics.
2. You resist until the starbase's robotic sentinels can come to your rescue.

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