"Let me see what I can do Karth to get you.. your asking price" he said with a click of his tongue, and a side glance to his peers, motioned them to step out of the lab.. "wait here" he told Karth.. Breg then turned and vatcated the in closed lab room, that had no windows, if Karth took it upon himself to take off with the artifacts, there was no other exit but the door they had entered the lab by..

Out side of the lab, armed security officers guarded the lab door.. while the professor stepped up to a computer terminal.. pressing in his ID, the terminal flickered to life, he sent a message to the palace, within seconds he received a encrypted message back.. A amused smile settled on Bregs expression, as he read the in coming encrypted message.. he now flicked open communications to the lab.

"Karth your asking price is being considered, it will be another min till I receive an answer".. Bregs voice spoke through the speakers in the lab..

He was at least under the assumption that he would not be killed right away. No, at the very least he would be taken out of the artifact room to keep his blood from splattering over anything important. At the moment, there was nothing much to do, so he wouldn't worry about it either way, instead simply standing at ease and waiting on the archeologist to finish his conversation. When he was told his price was being considered, he took it as one of two things. A counter-bid was being tabulated - just how much the Sith Empier could throw away on 'petty' smugglers like himself - or troops were on their way to take him into custody. His arms raised up to cross over his chest. "Not like I'm in a hurry to get out of here, Berg." he called out, unsure if the man could hear him or not, but not really caring either way.

Breg pressed a code into the computer terminal, placing the lab doors on lock down, a red light signaled over the labs doors, indicated it had gone into lock down.. Breg entered another code, small vents in the ceiling slid opened, a hiss of sleep gas started to seep into the lab room, filling quite quickly.. unseen to the eye, but could be heard. Breg switched on a camera, watching Karths image, waiting for the smuggler to head to la la land, fall asleep..

(OOC after your post I'll start a new thread on the board)

He had a few options at this point. Of course, there were quite a few valuable artifacts left with him in the room, including the lightsaber whip which he assumed would easily cut through the transparasteel doors (if the rumors about them were true, of course). He could attempt an escape, perhaps, but then he would likely be shot down on the way to the valley. If he made it to the valley, he would run into a platoon of soldiers. If he made it to his ship, he would get shot down by the Anti-aircraft batteries, and even if he made it out of the atmosphere there was a fleet of sith ships in his way. It would take a miracle in the form of a full scale Rebel and Jedi assault to cause enough havok for him to escape. All would have to be done without his droid, either. Figures he outfits the droid to carry all the ordinance then it vanishes.

Another option was to cause as much destruction he could while he waited out his fate. That lightsaber whip might not be able to get him free of the room, but it could smash through all the delicate artifacts easily enough. Of course, that move would just be done to spite them - sort of like making a krayt dragon choke on him after trying to swallow him whole. Both those options would leave him a very dead smuggler though, not something he preferred.

While thinking, he began to feel light headed - the first effects of the gas being pumped into the room. It reminded him of the time one of the Empire's fleets blew a hole in his ship and most of the atmosphere was sucked out. Since then he had tried to train himself to breath as shallow as possible in such a situation, but it wouldn't help him long. It wasn't what they were taking out of the air, but what they were putting in. Rolling his eyes, the pilot's vision began to swim, so he sat himself down in a cross legged position, resting his elbows on his knees and supporting his head, rubbing his eyes. "Gas, huh?" he muttered to himself. "Coward's way out. I'd like to see those book worms try to take me down man to....." that did it, he had reached the point where the levels of toxins in his system caused his head to slip off his hands and his vision to go dark.