Yes, but not as expected

"The gem that sits atop my scepter, it bends the rules in such a way that I have nearly infinite MP and can Dominate many enemies for as long as I wish. Perhaps there is a similar way to prevent respawning, " you say.

"Hmmm... I suppose it is possible. We'd have to find a master Moder, though," Abby says.

"I think I know just where to start our search," you say with a wicked grin.

Twenty minutes later you and Abby sit comfortably in a darkened alleyway, waiting.

"Why wont you just leave me alone?!?" a half naked form screams as he runs frantically down the road, clutching a LvL 1 bow.

Two armored skeletons are in close persuit, waiving their two-handed swords wildly as per their orders. A third skeleton jumps out from behind a building with a crossbow and he nearly trips over himself as he changes direction to run down the same alleyway in which you hide. On cue, Abby stands up and cracks him in the face with her mace. He falls into a filthy puddle, his pathetic bow snapping in two.

"Oh man, why does this keep happening to me?" he whines as Bones drags him to his feet.

"You're lucky that heroes can't kill each other in town. Otherwise I'm pretty sure that sneak attack would have killed you," you remark.

"Yo, dude. What do you even want? I can't be worth that much XP," he says.

"Oh no, you're not. But you are valuable in other ways. For instance, where is Majesto?" you say.

"Majesto? You mean the guy who sold me that gem? Man, why the fuck should I tell you?" he says.

"DOMINATE," you cast.

His eyes glaze purple and you feel him sway under your command.

"You were saying?" you say.

"He used to have an underground shop in the northwest quadrant of Coruscant, under the bar. But when the mods began cracking down on moders, he was banned for life. That's why the gem I boughtfrom him is so valuable now," he says.

"I see... I believe that's all I needed from you," you say, a pit of anger growing inside you.

"Sorry master. Does this at least mean we get to kill him again?" Abby asks with delight.

"No, no, no, c'mon. Please! I was wrong and I'll join you," he begs, falling to his knees.

"You had your chance," you say, holding out your right hand.

A Dark Orb takes form, swirling and growing. As it grows, the cries of agony from within grow as well. The rogue's eyes go wide with terror as he stares into its fathomless depths. As it reaches basketball size, you can feel it beginning to tax your MP, slowly consuming more than you can regenerate. No player was ever meant to be able to charge up an ability this much. It's becoming unstable! Around you, you can sense the game beginning to glitch. An onyx lightning bolt arks out, hitting a nearby wall, sending a cascade of debris.

"Release," you say when you feel yourself beginning to loose control.

The ranger shoves Abby out of the way and takes off running. You hurl the ball, now twice the size of a basketball. More bolts ark off of it as it flies down the alleyway. When it strikes him there's a massive explosion of dark energy. In it's wake is left a quickly spreading cloud of iridescence, at the center of which stands a pure white form of the rogue with "404" emblazoned across it again and again. Slowly it fades and then begins to flicker before disappearing altogether.

"Master, did you just...?" Abby asks, dumbfounded.

"I- I think so," you say, equally dumbfounded.

Suddenly the world begins to spin and you fall to your knees.

"Lord Vader! Are you okay?" Abby asks, rushing to your side.

"I'm fine. That just... took a lot out of me," you say. "Help me up. We should leave before anyone comes to investigate."