If you ever cross paths with us again, don't expect me to show you any mercy." With that ominous warning ringing in your ears, he turns and walks away, rejoining his men. They exchange glances but seem to accept his decision without argument. You take a shaky breath, relieved that it's over...for now.

You lie there in the dirt for several long moments, catching your breath and nursing your wounds. Sunglasses and his men disappear into the distance, leaving you alone with your thoughts. As you struggle to get up, you can't help but wonder what kind of Val Verdan they were looking for...and if there really is a difference between loyalists and republic deserters like them.

Eventually, you manage to drag yourself back to where the others have been buried, still not quite believing that this nightmare is real.