Nelani wakes up to warm sunlight on her face and someone shaking her shoulder.

“Awake, young lady?” whoever-it-is inquires, and Nelani’s subconscious categorizes the voice as male, above-fifty, with the sort of upperclass Coruscanti accent you found in Old Republic holodramas.  Nelani’s subconscious notices that sort of thing a lot, so she doesn ( Read more... )