The senator of Onderon drifted into a comfortable sleep, snoring loud enough to be heard in adjacent rooms. At his side, his woman’s glaucous eyes keenly observed her boorish companion. She placed one of her cool, slender fingers against his bare chest and traced a line to his stomach. Even asleep, he was excited by her touch, but he was sound asleep. Excellent. She had endured his presence for too long already, and she it was time to be rid of him. “The Hilonot Hangars,” the woman told the driver. “Plus thirty credits more if you’re quick.” “Are you here, Beast?” “No? What do you mean, no?”