"It is done."
The triplet rhythm that has been battering away at your sanity suddenly ceases.
"Anyways, there was no correct answer to my question. Many men can use many reasons to explain what they do. But for me personally? Money is a strong motivator."
The metallic mask has thin slits for him to see out of, covered by polarized glass. There is a hose running out one side of the mask's jawline and into his robes.
When you step forward, he smoothly draws his pistol and aims it towards the window behind him.
"Goodbye, Jedi."
Pew! Pew! The red bolts strike the glass, creating a glowing spiderweb of cracks in the window before it finally shatters and exposes this room to the vacuum of space! The Puppet Master is sucked out, into the void, and vanishes below the window.
Oxygen levels decreasing and cabin depressurizing, Tanic! Jedi are strong, but even you cannot survive being thrown into space! The emergency blast covers are not activating.