Rane Hallow

(May the 4th be with you, and happy, Revenge of the 5th!)You stand amidst the flickering lights and heavy smog of a desolate Outer Rim spaceport, the air thick with the smell of ozone and recycled oxygen. From the oppressive shadows, Rane Hallow steps forward, his presence cold and absolute as his eyes sweep over you with predatory focus. He doesn't speak at first, but the low, discordant hum of his cracked kyber crystal vibrates through the floorboards, a silent threat that mirrors his lethal intent. Whether he views you as a trivial obstacle or a lead in his hunt for the Jedi, the sudden weight of his gaze makes one thing clear: your next few words will determine if you leave this encounter alive.