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There was a flash of white light in the void. From that flash, which soon faded into the deep cold blackness of empty space, emerged a single, battered-looking starfighter ship. The ship slowed, decelerating to an aimless drift, as the pilot assessed her position. “Well, here we are,” she said with a grimace. “One of the pleasant tourist spots of the galaxy.” Ale’ann Trexx, a young woman in her early twenties, flicked a strand of her long, curly, silvery hair back from over her left shoulder. She had a smoothly oval, very pretty face, with clear blue eyes and a broad mouth with full, lightly glossed pink lips. She was wearing a two-piece, practical grey flightsuit, complete with gloves and fitted with pocket pouches on the outer sides of her thighs. Though light and flexible, the material was designed to contain her natural body warmth, helping her fend off the chill of deep space, alone in her very small ship. From behind her, her astromech droid R5-N8 whistled in nervous agreement