You As you glare into those eyes you feel the structure of a plan. You feel it melt before you, dissipating into the air like a morning dew. The space pirate captain takes his ring-encrusted hands out of his pockets empty, holding them up in a gesture of surrender and obedience, even as the Stormtroopers shove aside the last of the cultists standing behind him.

"You there," one of them said to you, levelling a blaster, voice distorted through their helmet. "Let's see some ID."