The cafe waiter came and went, bringing the Mirialan a blue milk and charging him for the purchase. As he left the table, a stranger approached. Kaan could sense the presence of the stranger and knew the masked figure would sit opposite him. He calmly drank his blue milk while observing the stranger's actions to the point when what seemed like a he sat down. A silence fell, broken a while later by a cough from the stranger and then a flurry of words in a soft and quiet male voice. A grin appeared on Kaan's face as he took a sip of his drink. He answered, yes, but in Huttese of all languages.
"There is no Kaan Lumen here. Only an old man who once may have left a Republic in disappointment. As for the Empire, it looks for everyone, either to oppress them or to make a deal with them. But now the question befalls unto you: Which are you, the oppressed, or the accomplice?" the man asked, raising his eyes to look at the man finally.
He would have wondered about the black attire, since this was a hot and dry desert planet, but when the same person clad in the attire spoke of the Empire it didn't surprise him the very least bit. As he watched the person opposite the table, he could see the force swirling around the stranger. However, he could not put his finger on what exactly was the swirl about and was it either warning him or indicating a strong presence in the Force.
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan