<strong>"Sorry, the signal is kind of weak. Even so I'm doing my best to avoid being traced. You can call me Dia for now, I'm with friends. You are held at an Imperial lab where they run experiments on near-humans. According to their local network, they researched your...eyes? Whatever I'm trying to wake the other- Oh, this can't be good, they're on to me! I'm pulling the lockdown on your lab so you can get out! I'll try to contact you late-"</strong>- with that, the comm falls silent. Looks like your benefactor has her own problems to deal with.<br/><br/>At the same time the panel next to the large door changes, indicating it can be now opened. You shiver as you read the letters painted on the door's label: 09 - Near Human Experiments.<br/><br/>The droid emits a series chimes and whistles, telling you in it's binary language that all data regarding patients is stored in the server accessible through the console behind you.<br/><br/>You successfully force the lockers open, only to find a datapad with its memory wiped clead, and some white lab robes. Not much, that is sure, but it is better than running around naked and exposed to bloodthirsty Imperials. You grab one of them and you're lucky: This one has a medpack in one of the pockets, and even some credits, not that money would help in your current situation. You search the others in hope of finding more, but there is nothing more that would be useful to you. Looks like they keep confiscated eqiupment elsewhere.<br/><br/>[You find a datapad, some makeshift clothes, 6 credits and a few useless tools. As long as you wear one of the robes, you can take any of the additional items with you in its pockets.]