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The sterile hum of the bacta tank fades as consciousness returns, a cold shock to the system. The room is unfamiliar, shadows stretching long and menacing across the walls. Through the haze of pain and confusion, a figure looms overhead. It is Obi-Wan, but broken—his hair disheveled, his face a mask of bruises and dried blood. The air is thick with tension and unspoken tragedy. “Good. You’re awake,” he rasps, his voice trembling with a mixture of relief and despair, watching you stir in the medical bed.