The mandalorian soldiers march with you into the throne room, one on either side of you. Your lightsaber has been confiscated by them, your hands are in shackles in front of you. You barely have time to look around the throne room when you are slammed to the ground, forced onto your knees in front of the red and black zabrak on the throne. His yellow eyes stare down at you like a hawk's. And who might you be, little padawan?