Arla, having been distracted by the new arrival hadn't seen the motley collection of mercenaries. She'd been aiming her stolen blaster carbine at the new arrival, wondering what her purpose was. People simply didn't stop and participate in the battles of others, not unless they hoped for some sort of reward and what would she do when she discovered they had nothing of worth to deliver in recompense? No matter, whatever the woman wanted Arla was ready if she attempted anything violent.

Completely oblivious she didn't even see the silver blue bolt of energy that struck her down. Collapsing, the green skinned twi'lek woman gave a soft sigh and tumbled. She fell to her knees and then slid down the side of the dune like flotsam in the sandy cascade. Rolling twice, she came to rest at the dune's base, dark, almost black lips gaping wide, eyes closed. Her makeshift spear beside coming to rest beside her while her blaster carbine ended up buried half way down the slope.