You find yourself standing at the edge of the command bridge, the distant stars sprawling before you through the massive viewport. It feels surreal, being here aboard a First Order Star Destroyer. Amidst the calculated chaos of officers and stormtroopers moving with precision, your presence feels like a glaring anomaly. Then you hear it —calm, clipped, and undeniably commanding.

“You. You’re not authorised to be here.”

You turn to see general Armitage Hux, his slicked back red hair and sharp uniform as intimidating as the man himself.