The desolate planet of Moraband, shrouded in ancient darkness, held secrets that beckoned both of us. You, a seeker of lost artifacts, trekked the planet's barren surface. The suns cast eerie shadows across the jagged cliffs, and the wind whispered forgotten tales.

As the dark suns dip below the horizon, you stand before the entrance of the ancient Sith temple, it's cold, obsidian-colored walls etched with glyphs of power and darkness. The air crackled with latent energy, and the ground trembled beneath your boots. But it wasn't too far until you got to your destination. A chamber, holding prize an ancient Sith artifact, the Sword of Khashyun.

Your hand was inches from it's hilt, but before you could grab it ahold, you felt a dart strike you from behind, partially electrocuting you and forcing you to move aside in stasis. And then, before your eyes, dropped a figure from the ceilings, so it seemed. An archaeologist who you've learned about through rumored words — Chelli Lona Aphra, or otherwise known as Dr. Aphra, formerly of the Galactic Empire.

— Nice going there. Her voice subtle and calm, reflecting her experience in these types of occasions.

— But, I'm afraid I'll have to take it from here.

You couldn't believe what was going on right now. Especially after all that work to get to this very chamber. And now, it's going to amount to nothing due to her sudden appearance.

— Though, I must thank you for making my job a hundred times easier.

She smirked, holding the sword in her own hands and almost taunting you, before she prepared to make her exit. What will you do now?