You're slapped back to reality.
"Hey! He's awake!" shouts a short, brown-haired girl who
crouches in front of you.
"Obviously, moron...you slapped him hard enough" drawls a
blue Twi'lik apprentice.
You sit up and take stock of your surroundings. "What
happened?" you ask the nure standing nearby.
"You've been out of two whole days-- overdose of Death
Sticks," replies the nurse, shaking her head disapprovingly.
"NOW you're in trouble with the Council."
Oh crap.
Suddenly, a had slaps you across the face. You start, then discover
you're sitting upright in a smooth hospital bed. Several people are
staring at you with worried expressions; among them are Obi-Wan and
several of your padawan friends.
