Sahren, quite simply, had no idea why she was still here.  Sure the Jedi, the Jinsu-guys, and just about every witch doctor in half the galaxy had told her that she was here because it was where she was meant to be.  As far as she was concerned, all she'd done was accept payment to bring a few fools in robes to this remote and out of the way planet -correction, technically it was a moon, whatever...  Still, despite that she wasn't in any major hurry to climb up the ramp of her ship and blast out of this closet of a moon.

The others here all had masters or had holocrons or even scrolls to study.  Her own mentor, Captain Harbinger, had admitted that his order had no masters.  They were still nascent when the Jedi wiped them out and yet here she was, surrounded by the very same Jedi that had wiped out her order amongst many others of every form imaginable.  She could practically feel them crawling around in the back of her skull in what the others had called "feeling through the force".

Leaning back the small woman swept back her long chestnut curls and adjusted her position, propping up one old leather boot up against a plastered crate.  Above her, the Heart of the Fire, her ship, a YT-2000 transport, cast her in shadow.  Laying the peculiar weapon in her hands across her leg.  Silently she cleaned the twin barrels of her plasma caster with a long probe.  It was fairly unique.  For all she knew, one of only a dozen left in the galaxy.  The caster was two hands long and possessed a blade that went up from the pommel beyond the tip in a makeshift bayonet creating something like a gun sword.  It was break action and had only the two barrels, each containing a number of electromagnetic accelerators that confined and propelled the plasma charges that had to be loaded individually by hand.  In many ways it was similar to a bow caster and that is where Sahren thought the Gun Dancers got the idea for the weapon.

The last of her kind.  Should she be training someone like the masters trained their path-wans or whatever they called them?  Should she be learning from the others here?  Hell, should she just sell the location to the Empire for a quadrillion credits!  No, she'd never do that.  She hated the Empire as much as anyone.  The bastard Empire was everything the Black Suns or the Hutts would be if they ever managed to become the dominant power in the galaxy.