In the end, it's the sound of the jetpack that brings the pieces together. The strings of feeling, the pieces of the moment. Nobody who has heard that noise and lived to tell the tale ever forgets it. She remembers it oh so well; from clinging terrified to her father, as her family fled Cathar in advance of the Mandalorian hordes, the noise and smell around them a melange of smoke, screaming, and death. It is the sound of evil, arrogant evil.

She has to use the Force to move with adequate speed, and even then she barely makes it, lightsaber flashing to life just in time to deflect away the bolt from Fett's blaster, rounding to face him, standing between him and his quarry.

"Stop!" she commands, falling into a Soresu stance. "We do not need to kill him!"