I sense a disturbance in the Force. A dark presence lurks nearby, creeping ever closer with each passing moment. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, a silent warning of the impending danger. It is a feeling I have not experienced in some time, a primal instinct that whispers of unseen threats on the horizon. The galaxy holds its breath, awaiting the inevitable clash between the forces of light and darkness. As a Mandalorian, it is my duty to stay vigilant, to be prepared for...