Seventeenth century? What was this woman talking about? Maybe this wasn't a trick. Sabé knew the Sith were creative, but this creative? But then why did this woman look exactly like her? Unless she had a twin?
"I do have a problem with killing," Sabé clarified. "But I will do it if I have too."
She cleared her throat slightly. "You said seventeenth century...are you from the Outer Rim then? If you aren't some form of Sith illusion?"
This was madness, pure madness.
"My name is Sabé," Sabé lowering the blaster, but only slightly.
If this was a Sith trick, it was definitely starting to work.