You nod

"Mhm!" you nod. If you are someone who wants to avoid spending the rest of their lives in a latex suit, what choice do you have anyways?

"Excellent," the woman says. And the preparations begin.

Hours later.

You look up in the sky, and you can see the drone equipped with the camera flying over your head.

By now you are in the middle of the desert, dressed in the same outfit as before. The only difference is that the heels on your boots have disk shaped metal parts called "sanders" attached to them. This way the audience still has the awe. But you can actually walk in the sand.

By this time Mission and Bastila have been separated. You hope that even if you are unsuccessful, one of you will escape. Therefore you will have the chance to be rescued even if you fail.

You look around the area. By all means it is nothing but a wasteland. You can see a farm in front of you. Perhaps you should head there. You can see a canyon leading to the mountains. You can also see a caravan crossing the sands that consist of slow vehicles that hover above the ground. Otherwise it is just sand. Sand. And sand.

Question is: where do you head?