Sargent Rusk moved cautiously through the dense forest, his blaster at the ready. The cold air of the planet bit at his skin, but he remained focused, every step calculated. His mission was clear: locate and eliminate the Sith presence rumored to be hiding here.

But then, a sudden shift in the atmosphere made him stop in his tracks. A cold, dark energy filled the air—a sensation he had encountered only a few times before. He scanned the area, and through the mist, a figure emerged. The Sith.

"You've come a long way, soldier," the Sith’s voice echoed through the trees, dripping with menace. Rusk tightened his grip on his weapon, his eyes narrowing.

He was no stranger to facing powerful enemies, but something about this Sith felt different—more dangerous. The Force swirled around them, thick with tension, as if the very air itself was waiting for the first strike.

"You’re not walking away from this," Rusk declared, his voice steady, hiding the underlying tension.

The Sith chuckled darkly, the sound filling the clearing. "We shall see, soldier. The Force has many fates, and yours... may not be as simple as you think."