*the screen blinks to life with a new message the instant your hand slides free of your gauntlet; the new message says "RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUN" The old one says "your services are required."* *Before even your spartan reflexes can react, tiny fingers made from bones--too small to be human, even a newborn's--eel out from the cracks in the phone's casing and burrow into your now exposed skin. The world goes dark around you* *you wake up outside the basement door, recent events already fading away in your mind. You don't know why, but right now the most logical thing to do, in the entire world, seems to be stabbing Revan through the throat and taking his left eye*