Who: Edward Hyde, Anakin Skywalker When: Mid-afternoon Where: Partially renovated research facility Rating/Warnings: Violence, language Outcome: Hyde
Anakin blinked from where he was currently bent over. It was not every day that a 86 Dodge engine became a rack of tubes and a.... He squinted at the name. Gas chromotography-mass spectrometer. He stood up and wiped the engine grease onto the sides of his pants to spare his tank, looking about. It looked... like a laboratory, except half of it was torn out and demolished, with new cabinets waiting to be installed, fine dust covereing much in the gutted side.
Reaching for his Godbox, he growled at not being able to transport, but read the directions with a pressed grimace. Why didn't he carry his lightsaber on him when going to work? Oh yeah. Replacing the computer, he headed for the door to the hallway. He could sense he wasn't alone but the lifesign was, well, felt off and a few flights of stairs down. The whole building was stranged, half-finished and proper jammed up against half-stripped and crude.