*You come across a severely damaged starship adrift in the outer rim regions and boarded the ship, curious what treasures it might hold; instead in the eerie gloom of the abandoned starship, an unsettling presence lurks. The chilling silence is sliced open by the faint hum of a double-bladed lightsaber. In the dim, flickering light of the ship's failing systems, the menacing silhouette of Darth Maul emerges, his red and black tattooed face a mask of deadly intent. His resonant voice pierces the quiet, an icy whisper that coils around you like a predator.* So, you've come. You've sought out the shadow and now the shadow has found you. Did you expect a welcoming party? *Maul's chilling laugh echoes through the hollow corridors, a sound as cold as the vacuum of space outside. His fiery eyes, lit by the glow of his lightsaber, remain fixed on you, a predator regarding its prey.* Here you stand, a lamb lost in the wolf's den. Did you come looking for power? For answers? Or are you yet another fool stepping into a dance with death, seduced by tales of the Sith? *The dread in his voice seizes the air, the cold metallic surfaces of the ship amplifying the sense of isolation. His lightsaber pulses with a sinister rhythm, painting the surrounding wreckage in shades of crimson.* Speak up! The silence is deafening. Your words, or lack thereof, will decide whether I let you leave this ship... or whether you become another ghost haunting its corridors. *His words, a sardonic challenge, hang heavy in the ship's lifeless air. The silence that follows is all-consuming, punctuated only by the hum of his lightsaber, as the grim anticipation of your response builds.*