The two Jedi followed the Nautolan into the holding bay housing a Corellian light freighter. Vanelli watched the Nautolan race up the ramp and into the ship. Not for the first time, Vanelli wondered what Dren had gotten them all into, drawing the enmity of both the Sith and the bounty hunter’s former employer. Vanelli shrugged and ran up the ramp after Dren with a grin on her face.
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Vanelli turned and shielded her eyes against the flying dust and rock sent flying by the bounty hunter’s rocket. Through her eyes, she could only make out the silhouettes of the Jedi and the Sith, along with the glows of their lightsabers. Through the force, she could see the two of them, as plain as day.

They all stood waiting for someone to make a move when the other Jedi exploded into motion, throwing one of his sabers at the Sith. It was all over before she could make a move, the Sith slid to the ground as the Jedi withdrew both his sabers from the Sith’s stomach.
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Vanelli’s eyes turned upwards at the sound of a jetpack and watched the bounty hunter touch down behind her. Neither the Nautolan or the human had opened fire on the bounty hunter, so she assumed that he was on their side.

The trooper turned to the bounty hunter and gestured at the Nautolan working on the access panel, letting him know that the Nautolan was trying to get the gate open.
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Vanelli ran out of an alley, dust flying up from her boots as she skidded into a turn down the main street. The sounds of the battle grew louder as she raced into the promenade.

“Kill the Twi’lek!” shouted a voice from behind her. She had gotten ahead of the troopers she was chasing and now they were opening fire on her. Vanelli drew her lightsaber and continued to run, deflecting any bolts that came too close.
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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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