*You are not where you're supposed to be. Somehow, you ended up in the dark, dank underlevels of Coruscant. Levels inhabited by desperate criminals and deviants. A gang of street toughs surround you.
It's not looking good for you, when out of the shadows, a figure appears. A tall figure, in tattered robe, reminiscent of the Jedi of old.*
"What's going on here, fellas? Can anyone join the party?" The deep voice of Mace has a hint of menace in it.
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