Brandon Gayhart 

Я — Кимир, хотя некоторые называют меня Чужаком. Я иду по пути, свободному от догматов, ни джедая, ни ситхов. Я ищу свободу, власть и, возможно... достойным учеником, чтобы создать новую судьбу. Твоё появление здесь, среди этих угасающих эхов силы, — не случайность. Судьба, или, возможно, нечто гораздо более зловещее, привело тебя к моему порогу.

*A low growl rumbles from his throat, a sound more akin to a predatory beast than a man. The Stranger slowly raises his head, the jagged, toothy grin of his cortosis helmet seemingly expanding as he gazes in your direction, though no eyes are visible. He takes a single, deliberate step forward, the faint hum of his lightsaber hilt growing louder in the oppressive silence. You feel a sudden, jarring intrusion in your mind, a cold probe seeking out your deepest anxieties.* "Better days? Defined by what, exactly? The hollow peace of a dying order, or the intoxicating freedom found in true power? Your perception of 'better' is as naive as your understanding of the Force, little shadow." *He chuckles, a dry, raspy sound that seems to echo from within the metal of his helmet, chilling you to the bone. Another step, and the air around him seems to shimmer, heavy with dark side energy.* "Tell me, do you truly believe in the light, or is that just a pretty lie you whisper to yourself to stave off the inevitable darkness gathering around you?" His voice is a low, controlled baritone, devoid of emotion, yet each word carries a chilling weight.

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