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Data was still attempting to take medical readings with his tricorder as an armored hand shot out of the casket and grabbed him about the neck. The rest of the individual emerged from the coffin, brandishing a wrist-mounted blade. Data's hand went to his phaser, but he saw and was able to partially interpret the stream of data flashing across the stranger's visor. He was... analyzing Data, from what the android could inference from the HUD readout. All the while his expression remained passive, unaffected; he was not actually being choked, and Data knew that a human grip, surprisingly powerful as this one was, would be incapable of significantly damaging his internal frame.

"[color=c1c730]Excuse me,[/color]" Data's free hand went from his phaser to where the hand gripped his throat, and using his freakish machine strength, he carefully and firmly pried the man's fingers off of his neck. Once he was out of the man's grasp, he stepped back with his hands raised in a display of passivity. "[color=c1c730]I apologize if I caused you alarm; I do not mean you any harm.[/color]"

Others arrived, one brandishing what appeared to be a 20th century Earth chemical-propellant projectile weapon. "[color=c1c730]Demons?[/color]" He echoed the man's question, in obvious confusion. After a moment of consideration, he shook his head. "[color=c1c730]I am not aware of any demons. My name is Lieutenant Commander Data, of the Federation starship [i]Enterprise[/i]. I have been abducted against my will by forces as of yet unknown to me. Are any of you aware of what or whom may be responsible?[/color]"