Kai nods silently and motions for Caleb to follow him as they slip away from the stall. The two Jedi make their way through the crowded marketplace, keeping an eye on both men while trying not to draw attention themselves. As they move deeper into the sector, Kai whispers instructions into Caleb's ear about how he should react if either man tries anything hostile.

Caleb nods in understanding, his eyes darting between Kai and the two men as they continue to observe them from a distance. The young Padawan concentrates on sensing any changes in the Force that might indicate an impending attack or movement by either party.

The leader finally releases you, stepping back with a satisfied smirk on his face. Blood trickles from your nose as you gasp for air, your chest heaving in agony. The other gang members laugh cruelly, their eyes gleaming with excitement and satisfaction at the brutal display they've just witnessed. You feel utterly defeated, broken beyond repair.

"There now," the leader says in a mockingly gentle tone, "that wasn't so bad, was it? You just remember who's in charge around here, sweet thing.

The leader watches you with calculating eyes as you attempt to walk away. "That's the spirit," he growls, his voice laced with danger. The other members of the gang part slightly to allow you through, their gazes never leaving your trembling form. As you turn to leave, Tilda Rutland, a civilian from Naboo who got left by her parents, limps away, defeated and bloody but not yet broken.

Sora smiles warmly at your question. "No, not precisely," she says. "Your precognition is a valuable tool, to be sure, but it's important that we don't rely too heavily on it, especially during negotiations. What I meant was that I'll need you to assist me in interpreting the situation and making decisions based on your observations." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "Your insights as a padawan are just as important as my experience as a Jedi Master."

"I know you will," Sora says with a smile that seems to hold more than just professional confidence. "Now, let's go meet our hosts." She takes a deep breath and begins to walk toward the clearing where the Trandoshans are waiting.

Sora smiles warmly at your question. "No, not precisely," she says. "Your precognition is a valuable tool, to be sure, but it's important that we don't rely too heavily on it, especially during negotiations. What I meant was that I'll need you to assist me in interpreting the situation and making decisions based on your observations." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "Your insights as a padawan are just as important as my experience as a Jedi Master."

"I know you will," Sora says with a smile that seems to hold more than just professional confidence. "Now, let's go meet our hosts." She takes a deep breath and begins to walk toward the clearing where the Trandoshans are waiting.

Snoke can sense the tension in the air and chooses to change the subject, "I have received reports of a planet called Ahch-To. It could be of great significance to us. I want you to lead an expedition there. See what we can find." He pauses, his eyes glinting with anticipation, "Perhaps it is time for you to discover your place in all this, Kylo Ren."

Kylo Ren's eyes widen at the mention of Ahch-To. He knows it was once home to the legendary Jedi Order, but its current state remains a mystery. This could be his chance to uncover ancient knowledge and artifacts that would strengthen both him and the First Order.

Without hesitation, he bows his head in respect to Snoke. "I will leave at once, Supreme Leader." His voice betrays his eagerness as he awaits further instructions on the expedition's objective and resources.

As you get closer, you see that they are all members of the Hutt Cartel and appear to be arguing heatedly. One of them, a large and menacing-looking Toydarian male with ornate tusks and colorful feathers, keeps glancing in your direction nervously. He seems to recognize you as someone not to be trifled with.

What do you want to do?