Vestara met her fellow Sith, a blue-skinned male Twi'lek named Trei Pra, just as he entered the medical frigate from its docking bay, having just disembarked from his A-wing.

"You managed to kill Karrde?" Vestara asked.

"Yeah," Pra replied. "Took out his headquarters and most of his associates for good measure. You managed to capture your boyfriend?"

Vestara gritted her teeth against the Twi'lek insolence. "If by 'my boyfriend,' you mean Ben Skywalker, then yes, I did capture him."

"Oh, good, so where is he?" Pra asked.

"That's kinda the thing," Vestara said in a deflated tone. "I managed to capture him, but... he got away."

"Ah, so that's why I don't sense another presence aboard this vessel," Pra replied in a patronizing tone. His voice then turned serious as he glared at the human. "How in Krayt's name did you lose him?"

"A droid I recruited for the venture betrayed me," Vestara explained. "He got Ben... uh, Skywalker off in a yacht that escaped my grasp."

"How could a droid betray you anyway?" Pra asked.

"Let's just say that's not the strangest thing about him," Vestara remarked. "But that's not the point. Basically, he was one of those emancipated droids who gained actual sentience after that slave uprising months back, just before the Lost Tribe took Coruscant."

"I see," Pra said before asking, "You didn't think to triangulate the hyperspace coordinates they plotted?"

"I tried that, but they somehow managed to scramble the coordinates from being read by the frigate," Vestara explained.

"Lord Krayt is going to be very disappointed in you, Khai," Pra sneered. "Capturing the younger Skywalker was an essential task and you-"

Pra was cut off as the medical frigate shook violently, knocking both Sith off their feet and to the floor.

"The engines!" Vestara exclaimed. "They've been destroyed!" She then looked directly at Pra. "Did anyone follow you from hyperspace?"

"No one came out after I did!" Pra said. "I made sure no one could follow me from Rishi!"

"Get out there and take out whatever's coming after us!" Vestara demanded as she began standing up and rushing off to the cockpit.

"Who are you to give me orders?" Pra growled as he, too, stood up.

Vestara stopped in her tracks and swiveled around to face the Twi'lek. "Can we argue about this later?" then she turned back for the cockpit.

Pra gave her one last glare at the back of her head before turning back for the hangar bay.

Vestara, meanwhile, returned to the cockpit and sat back down to look out the forward viewport and find where the perpetrator(s) who blew out her engines were. She wasn't surprised to find no one out there, but she undoubtedly was when she didn't find any vessel other than her own on the sensors.

Then it came to her; she recalled one of the Jedi Order's most dangerous weapons, which immediately prompted her to take out her comm from her belt and called Pra.

"Uh, Pra, you could be looking for a StealthX or maybe an entire fleet of them if we're unlucky," Vestara told him.

"Why?" Pra asked. "Nothing on your sensors?" The sound of his A-wing's engines getting ready roared in the background at the other end of the comm.

"Yeah," Vestara answered.

"Good, I've been looking for a challenge," the Twi'lek replied arrogantly. "Pra out."

Bare moments later, her fellow Sith's A-wing came on her radar and soon came to her naked eyes as she saw it appear miles away from her forward viewport.

Seconds passed as Pra searched the empty space for any potential enemies. His search ended almost immediately as twin lasers shot from above his A-wing and blew out both his engines, sending him into a downward spiral (relative to the frigate's position in this empty system). Vestara, meanwhile, targeted her lasers for the source of the lasers that she just pinpointed, but watched in dismay as the lasers gradually dissipated into nothingness in the vast distance of space.

Then, suddenly, the medical frigate shuddered violently again as its laser banks were ironically destroyed by lasers that seemed to come out of the nowhere that was just a few miles away. The shock wave sent Vestara falling from her chair.

Great, she thought. We're sitting ducks now. If only that masturbating droid didn't take the only escape pod that this ship had with the only man I want to screw.

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After Jaina managed to take care of the medical frigate's laser banks in her StealthX, the Faux Harla reappeared as it activated its tractor beam to capture the tumbling A-wing. Its rear was pointed at the Harla so that it couldn't damage it with its still-functional laser banks. Of course, that wouldn't be the case once the starfighter was actually inside the YT-2400.

So Jaina simply flew beside the A-wing that was being reeled in and blew out its laser banks just as she did with the sitting frigate. The resulting explosion was minor and didn't break the tractor lock on the otherwise-intact starfighter. She then followed it into the Harla in order to face down the Sith in the lightsaber duel that would undoubtedly follow.

"Hey, Jag, make sure that the other Sith aboard that frigate doesn't escape in a pod or something," Jaina warned him.

"If he or she could do that, I think they would've done it by now," Jag replied.

"Well, keep an eye on it anyway," Jaina said. "I'm gonna take care of the one you're reeling in."

"I'd say good luck, but I think we both know that luck's got nothing to do with Solos," Jag bantered.

"No, just Fels," Jaina quipped back.

"Fair enough," Jag said before he signed off.

Moments later, after both the StealthX and the A-wing were docked, both combatants in those vessels shot out of them with their lightsabers ablaze. They met in midair and their blades clashed instantly as they descended to the floor. Upon landing, their knees buckled, nearly knocking both of them off balance, which they both used to their advantage as they used the Force against the other to blow them back across the hangar bay.

While Jaina managed to hit the floor in a backward roll that she easily stood up from, the Twi'lek Sith, on the other hand, crashed hard against the floor and slid across it like a hoverboard for several meters before coming to a stop. He barely managed to recover any dignity as he pushed himself into a backward roll that he first ended up in a crouch from before leaping to his feet just as he was met blade-to-blade with the Sword of the Jedi again.

And she was clearly winning the duel as she forced him back during the clashing of their sabers.

The fight didn't last long before Jaina managed to get the Twi'lek up against a wall, twirled the blade out of his hands, and then finished the fight by pointing the tip of her sword near his throat.

"Give up?" Jaina asked.

The Twi'lek growled, "Never." He then used the Force to push Jaina back.

But the Sword of the Jedi simply pivoted out of the way of the resultant wave, and as the Sith began recalling his now-inactive saber to his hand, Jaina stopped its trajectory halfway from its owner as she decapitated him in one swift stroke.

After the Sith's body collapsed near its dismembered head, Jaina looked down to regard the pieces as she shook her head. "Sith these days," she remarked. "They just don't make 'em like they used to."