The yacht floated silently into the docking bay opening on its repulsorlifts. The small, sleek ship was utterly dwarfed by the spherical bulk of Hosk Station as the maw of one of its many docking bays swallowed it. The yacht set down alongside a row of other private ships inside the lengthy chamber and soon its occupants emerged, a pair of middle-aged humans, a man and his wife. The man was of average height with dark hair and eyes, while his wife was shorter, blonde. Her skin was paler than his light brown complexion, and her eyes were a bright blue. An attendant droid soon wheeled up and took their luggage, trailing behind them as they moved through the crowds of sentients through the labyrinth of passages that honeycombed Hosk Station. The droid followed them to one of the many hotels b