“Here come hostiles!” The lifeless voice of an automated loudspeaker repeated itself several times. He had heard it the first time. It wouldn’t be long now. Jaeln Benax stood alone, surveying the room around him. His blue eyes glittered as the pale light beat down upon him from above, creating a ferocious shadow behind him. The flowing charcoal-colored robes he wore underneath a beige vest appeared darker than normal in this place. A personalized lightsaber decorated with runes rested on his sash, but he wouldn’t need it. Not yet. He kept his hands behind his back, waiting patiently his enemies to appear.