When Jali entered Eastport with Nobu close beside him, he noticed a parked airspeeder stationed right outside the entrance to the Docking Facility. Jali had never written a parking ticket in his life, but he knew it was illegal to leave your vehicle there. The door slid open and a blonde-haired woman wearing a tailored black coat emerged. Typical, Jali though, looking over his shoulder as she passed them, Judicials, they think they own everything. Antiene Laras did not look back. “You’ll have to make yourself scarce,” the Bith said. “If I’m seen with you, it’ll come off worse for both of us.”