The sun’s descent into the hazy banks of Bespin’s clouds tinged the sky with ochre. The sizzling golden orb was kissing the uppermost wisps of clouds as Shara made her way through the large Bexpress Shipping warehouse en route to the large private spacedock the company owned. It was late in the day, so most of the workers had gone home. Neither the sparse few employees or the droids occupying the warehouse paid her or the two plainclothes Yanibar Guard Intelligence agents escorting her any attention. For her part, Shara’s heart was heavy and she was reticent—her trip to Chalacta had been to tell the remnants of her family that had survived the Yuuzhan Vong War that she was moving to an even more remote planet and would not be returning. They hadn’t taken it well, and she was looking forwar