You are definitely overpowered

‘Trust in the ****’

You reached out to cast **** aura, the basic defense power. You weren’t expecting much, but if this works… You felt it. Tapping into your inner power, you cast what was supposed to be **** Aura, but cast its most powerful form in **** Armor. ‘Holy…’ You reached further into yourself and started casting more **** power buffs on yourself. Valor, speed, energy resistance, all at their strongest. Even with the amount you have used, there was still an immense amount of the **** flowing through you. Lightning flashed through your fingertips and a chair was grabbed and levitated as you pushed it up against the wall. You knew deep within yourself that you had all the **** powers and even the feats were all at your disposal. This was definitely an OP New Game + journey.

You couldn’t help but feel giddy. You were gonna be a badass **** wielder, swing a lightsaber! This is gonna be-!

“Hey! Wake up, soldier!” You were actually startled as you never noticed Trask, your bunkmate and tutorial companion, had entered the room until now. It was actually kind of embarrassing that he, of all people, surprised you. “Did you smack your head falling out of your bunk or something? Do you even know what’s going on?! We’re under attack!”

“Oh, right. Sorry, I was just a little distracted.” You said.

"I didn't know you were a Jedi. Must be some kind of secret I don't have the clearance to know." Trask said. Crap. He must have been here longer than I thought.

You felt the weight of what was to come and pondered what to do next. Should you become a Jedi and save the galaxy, like in canon? Or should you embrace the power of the dark side and begin your journey to conquer the galaxy? After all, with all this power, you could utterly dominate the Jedi and train yourself in the dark side to dominate Malak once you confronted him on the Star Forge. You felt the **** within your body and the room around you throbbing with tension, as if the galaxy itself is holding its breath in preparation for your decision.

"Hurry up! We need to protect Bastila! The fate of the Republic, no, the entire galaxy depends on protecting her!" Trask shouted.