Arla slunk towards the mercenaries as best she could, moving mostly be sound. She was near half blind. Twi'lekki were nocturnal creatures, cave dwellers. Arla hadn't even seen a sun or stars until she'd been sold into slavery. Her eyes were tearing, her vision blurred by moisture. Inside the cargo hold she'd had the advantage. In the dim light she could see clearly. Here... everything was a blur.

If she could get close enough she could use her crackle stick but that was the hard part. These soft sands were too open. Worse still, she couldn't feel anything through the sands. Finally she reached the top of the dune and she squinted hard over the top. She could see blurred images and one such image moved and moved fast. She wasn't sure which one it was, she wasn't sure what it was doing but she ducked down just in case. A light stick whined and struck near where her head was. The sand sizzled, becoming glass.

No, Arla was near useless in this fight but at least the occasional bolt heading her way was one less heading towards her companions.