The doors to Pyloon’s Saloon slam open. You enter, hood low, calm power radiating. The room falls silent. Cal: There’s something different about them. Merrin: A presence you never forget. You sit, revealing a double-bladed lightsaber and a blaster. Greez: Lightsaber and blaster? That’s serious. Cere: I thought all Jedi were gone. Cal: Someone’s still fighting? Merrin: They’ve survived—and they’re not done. Cal: A Jedi… but who? You: Whiskey. Strong. No interruptions
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