2.0 - Lure of the Lost

Dagger ignites his lightsaber and shoves it into the back door of the museum. The reinforced steel of the museum's door resists the lightsaber and it's a bit like pushing through a very heavy drift of snow. The slope of a very sloppy circle.. Or perhaps an oval, begins to appear whilst his colleagues wager on where the blaster bolts will land.Dagger's sloppy door cutting slices through the lock, and lo!, an alarm begins to wail in the museum. Dagger's circlish door is about half-cut.

The alarm shuts down as Dagger applies a tried and true remedy for mechanical things that are making a lot of noise. For hundreds, if not thousands, of years -- people have been blasting things like this to good effect. The panel smokes accusingly but beyond a couple sparks and dangling bits of wall -- there is no further noise.

Well.. Except for the tromping of several feet running towards the entrance. Dagger is pretty convinced there's a small passel of trouble headed his way.

You are inside the back entrance. There's a room (with a door) to your immediate left, and one across the broad hallway of this loading area to the right. Directly in front of you there's a couple small tables with a seating area you can see over a low half-wall. Leading into the seating area from the right is a curvy-corridor. Whomever made this place liked curves, there aren't very many straight walls to be seen.

At the short wall, there's also a corridor off to the left. The sound of approaching feet seem to be from the right as a number of people head your way. Presumably to investigate the alarm.

Dagger pops down the short hallway and through a door. It shuts quickly and quietly behind him as feet thunder into the loading bay he just left. Looking about him, he's entered a mid-sized cooridor -- maybe 10 meters long -- from the side at one end. To his right, the wall is adorned with some post exhorting employees to smile. Directly across the hallway is another door. Down the left -- towards the farther end of the corridor, two doors adorn the opposite wall and one shares a wall with the door he just game through.

Csillag, Mal and Heyop hear some people exclaiming loudly though it's difficult to hear what they're saying. Dagger catches them swearing profusely -- both at the smoke and the ruined door controls and at the very strange door. "Burglars!" one of the voices clearly states.

A head pokes itself out of Dagger's ... expertly cut hole in the door and it looks around. It's a quick pop out, and the head disappears again quickly so it doesn't appear to catch the three observing the museum from the safety of the bushes.