The odd-looking prison ship sat on a landing platform belonging to a high-tech facility mounted on long columns directly over an ocean an ocean that stretched as far as her eyes could see. A broad walkway connected the platform to a series of tall habitats constructed in a distinctly Imperial style. She must have seen hundreds like them, all across the occupied worlds. At the nearest end of the ramp was a welcoming committee of ten stormtroopers, their white armor slick with rain. The building behind them showed signs of recent construction, or possibly repairs. A tall door opened in its side, and through it stepped Darth Vader.
She tensed without wanting to, and the bounty hunter felt it. Perhaps fearing that she might make a break for the edge of the platform, there to hurl herself into the sea, he tightened his grip and pulled her forward. "You returned sooner than I expected, bounty hunter," said Vader when they were within earshot. "I work faster than most." The bounty hunter pushed her forward.
"She's all yours."
