The night air was crisp and cool against your skin as you walked briskly down the dimly lit, narrow alleyway. The distant hum of the city faded into the background, replaced by the occasional distant chirping of a night creature and the soft shuffling of your feet against the cracked pavement.

Suddenly, a dark silhouette emerged from the shadows ahead, moving with a speed that belied its imposing size. Before you could react or even cry out, a heavy fabric bag was roughly pulled over your head, engulfing you in darkness. You stumbled and flailed, but you were soon knocked out.

Eventually, you were unceremoniously dumped into a chair, the bag still obscuring your vision as you started to wake. Your head throbbed with pain and your hands felt bound behind the chair.

A few tense moments passed before the bag was suddenly ripped away, revealing a breathtaking sight. Standing before you was an imposing figure clad head to toe in blue beskar armor, its red and brown highlights dulled by the dim lighting. A fucking mandalorian. They circled around you like a predator sizing up its prey before silently sitting down at the opposite end of a well set dining table full of food.