I was being held captive in a cell which had a door extending from the floor. I had not been disarmed, however, and wished to escape. As the door began to slowly open, I took aim with my long energy weapon and quickly shot those waiting outside the door, resulting in them fizzling away in a burst of visual static.
After I had shot most of them, some of the remaining entities outside the door, all droids, tried to attack me, but before long I had dealt with them too. Shortly after this incident, someone approached the door to the room my cell opened into, and through a crack in the door which was produced as he tried to push his way inside and I tried to close and lock the door I saw that it was the leader of the group holding me hostage, who went by the name 'Malarkey' or somesuch.
Slamming the door shut and turning the lock to what I thought to be the locked position, thinking that it would give me more time to prepare even if he broke through the door, I relaxed a bit, before the door behind me burst open, making me realize that I must have turned the lock in the wrong direction. Seeing a sword hilt inside the leader's jacket, I rushed towards him, pulling the sword out of his jacket and attempting to slash and stab him with it. He laughed, however, and told me that the material the sword - named after him - was made of could not harm him.
He then told me that they did not wish to harm me and that, If I wanted, he would get me some food. I agreed to the food, and began to relax.
Someone had talked to me about commissioning my services to open a portal for the transportation of themselves and a number of other people, however had then said that they'd do it themselves, much to my disappointment.
Forgetting this, I arrived on the spot and began trying to open the portal, closing my eyes. A bit rusty in this skill, I was unable to open it on the first try, and upon opening my eyes I saw the person I had talked to earlier opening one. Disappointed, I ran back to my home, taking shortcuts through some rather seedy districts and catching the attention of some news reporters who thought I must have stolen something.
Slipping through a crack and losing the reporters, I arrived home and grabbed onto the steel bar which was the entrance to it. I tried to levitate myself up it's length but was unable to, and climbed up it instead.
I and the rest of my class were on a field trip with our latin and architecture teacher, and were walking around in a futuristic looking building of steel and glass. I had gotten a notice, however, of crimes from the governor of Virginia, and was worried that I would be arrested soon. One of them was for some sort of copyright infringement, and I was particularly worried about this one.
I saw the governor walking around as I frantically dashed around the museum, trying to avoid him. I showed the copyright charge to some of my classmates as well, trying to figure out what I should do.