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.