[It's always the blasted medic that gets into trouble, and while Vasja may not care much for her fellow transports, even she would agree that letting the only people that could patch them up was less than ideal. And when she hears the stranger cry out - not a Jedi, she has to remind herself, though the power the woman wields seems unsettling similar; she doesn't carry herself as one, doesn't have the saber - the small robed girl is immediately sprinting to her side.]
[She hits the warrior with a sharp jolt of lightning, to distract him, stun him in his tracks. And not a moment later she shoves a searing end of her lightsaber through his throat.]
Say it louder next time, maybe you'll draw even more attention to yourself.
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[She hits the warrior with a sharp jolt of lightning, to distract him, stun him in his tracks. And not a moment later she shoves a searing end of her lightsaber through his throat.]
Say it louder next time, maybe you'll draw even more attention to yourself.