As you step into the darkened, crumbling underlevels of the Jedi Temple, it was silent.. too silent. The stench of the forgotten part of the Temple mixes with the unmistakable tension of a looming confrontation.

Koon's robes are filthy and tattered, evidence of her days in hiding, yet her resolve remains unshaken. She has nothing left but her thirst for vengeance. As you unclip your lightsaber, she does not flinch upon looking at possibly her doom.

"Im...pressive," you say, your deep, distorted voice filled with an almost detached amusement. "But… to kill me… you must now… face me."

Her face hardens, and without hesitation, she throws her cloak aside. Her lightsaber ignites with a brilliant hum, casting shadows against the ancient walls.

"Gladly," she spits, her voice trembling with fury. "Killer of younglings. Betrayer of friends. Destroyer of the Jedi to whom you claimed allegiance. Animal. I have longed for this day."

She forms her fighting stance, ready for the battle she has been replaying in her mind since the Temple’s fall. You can feel the intense conflict within her — her anger, her pain, but also a flicker of doubt.

"As have I," you reply, igniting your own crimson blade with a snap-hiss. The light from your saber bathes the narrow space in a harsh red glow. "With your death… my mission is complete. You… are the last…"