The Sith dropped two stun grenades and Ben sighed again. Quickly he created a forcefield around himself to protect himself from the blast of the grenades. When they exploded, Ben crouched down and covered himself as an extra precaution, the blast crashed against his shield but he held it firm and it did not get past his forcefield. Once the blast ended, Ben released his forcefield, and he stood up just in time to see the Sith sprint away into the room.
He was running out of options, there were now two Sith in the room, and now that it was open he could feel the true power of what was inside. He hesitated for a moment before he did anything else. He knew he was stronger than the Sith he was facing, much stronger, but the power that was inside the room was tremendous. It would take every bit of skill Ben could muster just to overpower the mere presence of the energy. Yet alone fight off another Sith in the process, all while quarantine measures were being inacted.
"Note to self, the Sith are inherently stupid." He mumbled to himself and he deactivated his lightsaber. There was nothing he could do on his own here now. It would take much more than himself to defeat whatever it was that the Sith had stumbled upon. His next problem came with escaping the darned station which was going to be fun. He turned on his heels and he sprinted through the corridors, weaving his way through the hallways, and getting as far away from whatever the two Sith had stumbled upon.
Then he remembered that he had come here with a Republic escort which he had promptly sent back. Well, things could not get much worse at least, what with a Sith who was probably wielding a terrible power and the other Sith cronie who was delusional about his own skills. He remembered passing a hangar bay that would probably have a ship he could get out. Once inside, he found a suitable ship, and he hopped into it. He was not the greatest pilot in the world, far from it actually, but he had enough skill to start one up and fly out of the god foresaken station.
