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You twist and try to side kick your attacker in the throat, but he is too quick for you and slashes your calf with his sword. The second guard rushes at you from the other door as you sink to one knee, hamstrung. You hold them off for a time, but soon others pour into the room from the banqueting hall below and you are taken. The punishment of the Khan's would-be assassin is not a pleasant one. They discuss your fate which will be to have molten silver poured into your eyes and ears before you are boiled alive - a death reserved for their respected enemies. You have failed and the Space Federation will never be.