There was no doubt about it, Ooryl Qrygg had seen better days. He didn't lament his past; far from it, in fact. On the planet of his birth he enjoyed levels of honor and prestige that had been matched by few in living memory. But he hadn't so much as been in the same sector of his homeworld of Gand since his janwuine-jika some thirty-five years ago. He wasn't homesick, nor did he want for company, as he still maintained discreet ties with those who had helped him to achieve greatness. And then the elder Solo boy-child had gone and messed everything up. — — — — — — Someone was following them. — — —