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Kiersten sat back in frustration and rubbed her eyes. She had asked that information be compiled from pilots, both private and those serving in the Force, on their information regarding locations of Vancurelian ships. Some entered into trade, some were orbiting the once-colonized planets that now supported a lucrative mining operation, and still others stated some sectors were showing an increase in Vancurelian presence. What she needed was a way to organize the reports. There was something here, something that tugged at the edge of her mind. In an attempt to look at movement from a different perspective, she made a request to the computer to search for all entries in the past year for Tamplian activity. She sat a moment with her eyes closed and was interrupted by an incoming communica
