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a western comic panel, scene featuring The neon lights of Nar Shaddaa flicker erratically as a lethal Mirialan assassin perches on the second-floor balcony of a grimy, smoke-filled cantina. She adjusts the sniper attachment on her custom blaster rifle, her piercing golden eyes locked onto her target below—a wealthy Black Sun crime lord, surrounded by his guards. With the precision of a master killer, she exhales and pulls the trigger. But before the bolt even reaches him, a purple lightsaber ignites in the shadows, deflecting it mid-air. She’s been made.