The Rebel Faction

"You don't recognize me kid?"
(As Kahn checked him out and tried to clear the fog, it came to him. The black vest, large blaster, scruffy upkeep...)
"Ya, you got it kid, you're pretty bright."
(He steps back, and gestures at the large white void.)
"I'm Han Solo, and welcome to your dream!"
(He loooks around.)
"Kinda dull in here. Wanna go somewhere else?"

"You're probably wondering... why Han Solo?"
(He smiles and begins to walk.)
"You're gonna be even more confused when 'he' shows up."
(He laughs a little bit and Kahn notices that the white wall of his dream fades ahead and the forests of his youth appear, a familar visage of a calm, Naboo afternoon.)
"Little trip through history kid. You up for it?"

"The antagonist. I'm your guide... he's the part thats going to confront you with crap."
(He stops and kneels down.)
"Shhhh... here they come."
(The sound of laughing and playing children approaches from the wood. The small boys run out and stop.)

"Isn't that cute? The children of Naboo... did you know that none of these children, despite the force being strong in their family, became Jedi?"
(He shook his head.)
"They had the perfect oppurtunity... here, lets walk again, lets go to the swamps now and see someone you know... someone who would have become a Jedi."
(He stood and began walking.)
"But instead grew a heart of evil."

"See, you are a smart kid."
(He laughed and turned to face him.)
"It's what you make of it. Think of this as an intervention... if you play it right, you win. If you resist and deny, things are gonna get heavy."
(He pitched his foot on a log and looked forward.)
"Do you recognize that guy?"