Vek-Tu Mang pushed himself away from the wall he’d slammed against, shaking the daze out of his head. He’d been on his way, after finishing his shower and again donning his black bodyglove and boots, to confront the prisoner about his ‘lightsaber,’ which Mang carried on his belt next to his real Jedi weapon. The sudden jolt had been difficult even for a Jedi to anticipate, but at least his reflexes had allowed him to keep the bruise spreading across the side of his head from becoming a gash.
“What have you done, Captain?” Mang demanded calmly as he stepped onto the bridge, detouring from his planned destination. Then his eyes caught the space station looming ahead, and his brow furrowed as Mang stared at the thing like one might stare at a pestering insect that has landed on one’s arm.