Quint had managed to slide deeper into the Force than she had ever been before. It was like all paths were before her to choose. He battle sense was active and she instinctively deflected blaster bolts that came near her as she walked out.

She saw and felt Ninth Sister and knew the other Sith as well, they did not matter. The battle didn't matter. Jin'Lor and his dirty mind did not matter. The monster in the storm did not matter. Nor did life or death. The only thing that mattered to her was the Force.
The Lightside and the Dark swirled around her pulling on her like a dream.

She reached out with the force and pulled Ninth Sister's mind with hers down into the trance.

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