Deat

Your ship will not make it. Something happened, and it's too late to worry about it. Your crew dies as they are brutally sucked out into the vacuum of space. You look at your ships' remaining prices one last time before excepting your fate.

you eventually wake up, not knowing what time has passed. You wake up on a beach staring out towards the horizon. A woman stands near. She's wearing a simple dress and appears too beautiful to be true. looking at the ocean, she simply says... hello...

Dead: "Hold your weapons, Sith. There is no need to harm these people."

Sith: "Bah! The dark side commands us to bring fear and suffering to this pitiful planet. We will not be stopped by the likes of you."

Deat: "To bring fear and suffering is the way of the Sith, and it leads only to more pain and destruction. Use your power for good, as the light side teaches us."

Sith: "Do not lecture us, Jedi. We know the limitations of the light side. It is fragile, and it cannot defeat our strength."

Deat: "The light and the dark are two sides of the same Force, and neither can exist without the other. But they can be balanced, as I have learned. Join me in this endeavor, and let us find a solution that benefits everyone."

Sith: "What do you propose, then?"

Deat: "Let us negotiate, and find a way to address your concerns without harming innocents. Surely, there is a way to resolve this conflict without bloodshed."

Sith: "You speak of compromise?"