Not really

Couple minutes later the Ebon Hawk is out of the atmosphere, and you can finally start thinking about things. You did something questionable today, that is true. But you just saved your assess from a lifetime of slavery, and both Bastila and Mission should appreciate your actions. At least in theory...

Tilting your head back to the cockpit’s chair, you sigh, realizing that you are due for an apology for once. And a good one!

You walk back to Bastila's cabin, however the door is open, and she is not there. You sigh, then you go to the cargohold to see Mission, but she too is absent from her usual spot.

Maybe they are angry? You think to yourself.

Then you hear a loud thud from behind you.

“Nighty-night,” you hear Bastila’s voice, and a needle is pressed in the back of your neck.

For a second, you just stare in front of yourself motionless. Then you recognize your body collapsing on the floor, as if you were a mere observer, and the whole world goes dark around you.