Deat

Tu nave no lo logrará. Algo sucedió, y ya es demasiado tarde para preocuparse por ello. Tu tripulación muere mientras es succionada brutalmente hacia el vacío del espacio. Miras los restos de tu nave por última vez antes de aceptar tu destino.

Eventualmente despiertas, sin saber cuánto tiempo ha pasado. Despiertas en una playa, mirando hacia el horizonte. Una mujer está de pie cerca. Lleva un vestido sencillo y parece demasiado hermosa para ser real. Mirando hacia el océano, ella simplemente dice... hola...

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?"