And the person across the conference table presses a button-

Sigh. 

They wanted this part to take less than thirty seconds. Resurrection fork of everyone in the area, deposit in a nearby unaffected area, go bounce over to Swift and make him some clothes, pop out. 

He writes the empire. Tragically someone interfered with our parley. I am impossible to kill, so I assume you were the targets. All of the people affected have been resurrected, and I extend my sincere regrets. Pick another time and place. 

There's a lot of very vehement cursing on high-level Imperial channels after that.

...They're sent another time and place. Appearances are that this one is legitimate.

Still probably a good idea to send an immortal one. Who has read through Cipher Nine's workbooks, even if they've yet to settle on an excellent wished-on mental protection solution. 

He is there at the discussed time. 

This time, sitting across the table is someone he may recognize as Darth Marr, widely regarded to be the de facto leader of the Empire in these troubled times.

Darth Marr seems to be slightly dead.

A dozen black-cloaked and masked figures enter the room.

These people are by far the slowest learners he has ever met. He sits down at the table.

"No compromise, no peace."

They each ignite their lightsabers, and move in to attack.

"Did he disagree with you? ...did you miss the bit where we can do resurrections? People who get killed for being willing to sit down with us aren't going to stay dead."

Yeah, they're not real interested in talking.

No but talking while being attacked by a dozen lightsabers is more fun than just sitting there looking bored. 

They only get angrier as time passes.

"Lovely meeting you gentlemen - ladies? Lovely meeting you crazed assassins, but I'm not sure further discussions will be productive at this point."

- and home, where someone can please fix his hair and then get them a resurrection fork of Darth Marr -

Those are both things demons can do, because demons are great. They've got a couple of Gem's magic rocks on hand for the resurrection. 

Here is Darth Marr. Now he's alive again.

"Where am I?"

"Arrtin. No hostility intended from the sudden change of location; I arrived at the parley to find you dead and a dozen assassins attacking. So I rescheduled for here."

"I see. In that case, I do not think we can negotiate productively. If I was killed, then my fellow Sith do not approve of my ideas and anything I do will carry no weight with them."

"That's inconvenient. Do you want to be dropped off back in the Empire, or elsewhere?"

"The fools are too blinded by hatred and arrogance to see that the galaxy has changed since your arrival, and not in our favor. I wash my hands of them."

"We're happy to extend citizenship, or I can just give you a spaceship and you can go off exploring."

"Citizenship would be agreeable."

"I'll drop you off in Ondolindë. It's a couple galaxies over from here -" - hop hop hop hop -

If the Empire's been doing lots of study of Epic's buildings Ondolindë will look vaguely familiar, though it does more with stone and less with metal. "Welcome to Ondolindë! It's a colony planet, population is a couple hundred thousand." He waves an Elf over. "Lamaen, this is Darth Marr of the new galaxy; Darth Marr, Lamaen is the local affairs administrator and can get you situated."

"Hi," Lamaen says.

"Greetings."

(He pops out.)