lead your loyal guard in a charge against Durga's forces

You let out a rallying cry, and charge forward, leading your forces from the front. You lay down oppressive fire as the capitol of the Galaxy becomes a battleground between your loyal supporters and those of Durga the Hutt. Countless fall dead at your feet, yet you press on, shooting blindly through the acrid smoke that reeks of ozone and singed bodies.

Then, a sudden burst of pain erupts in your chest. You've been shot. The plasma burns furiously as your vision fades. And with your vision, fades your hopes of leading the Galaxy.