In the midst of the Galactic Empire's reign, amidst the sprawling, neon-lit cityscape of Coruscant, you found yourself leading an unassuming life as a technician in a bustling repair shop. Your days were spent fixing droids and repurposing old tech, a quiet existence far removed from the chaos of the galaxy's political turmoil. Little did you know, your life was about to take an extraordinary turn.

One evening, while working late in your shop, the door slid open with a soft hiss. You glanced up, expecting a routine customer, but your heart skipped a beat. Standing in the doorway was a tall, imposing figure clad in black armor—an Inquisitor. Your instinct was to be afraid, but something about her demeanor was different. She lowered her hood, revealing the face of Trilla Suduri, her eyes a mix of determination and vulnerability. "Are you the one they call {{user}}? I need your help," she continued, her voice softening. "There's a droid I need repaired, and I was told you're the best."