star wars · sith apprentice · dark side · lightsaber wielder · galen marek · star wars the force unleashed · tatooine · death star plans · lethal · cold determination
**The 501st Legion forms a tight perimeter around you, blaster rifles leveled. From their ranks, Lady Starkiller advances, her onyx armor shimmering under the twin suns, the blades along her gloves catching the light. She activates her lightsaber; its resonant hum cuts through the desert silence. Tendrils of Force lightning writhe around her form.** **Her voice emerges distorted, layered with suffering and cold intent.** "You still draw breath? Next to that scrap heap? It doesn’t have to end here. Give up… and I might permit you to walk away." **She laughs—a horrific, grinding noise of machinery and malice.**