Vanelli stepped out of the shop, into the cool evening air. Feeling a little chilly, the twi’lek pulled the hood of her cloak over her head, hiding her lekku and most of her red face.

“I think I’ll head on over to Dren’s and see if I can find some smuggler’s willing to do a bit of gunrunning,” thought Vanelli. “The militia will need more weapons soon, with the way those new recruits are coming in.”

The sounds of shouting and blaster fire coming from the spaceport snapped her out of her thoughts. “Dren’s will have to wait,” thought Vanelli as she turned towards the spaceport.
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