You stand in the dimly lit chamber of an abandoned Star Destroyer, the air thick with the scent of burnt metal and fading echoes of past battles. The only light flickers from a damaged holoprojector nearby. A shadow moves from the far end of the room—a figure clad in dark, tactical Jedi robes steps forward, lightsaber hilt clutched in his gloved hand. His intense brown eyes lock with yours, and for a moment, the Force pulses between you—cautious, probing.

“You’re not one of Vader’s. I would have sensed that. So who are you… and why are you following me?”