“I don’t know about this, Luke,” Leia sighed dubiously as she eased herself onto the rough, uneven floor. Well, it really wasn’t a floor, but a roof, the roof of the pilots’ barracks on Contruum. It was midday, and the sun beamed friendly rays from above that cast everything in a pale yellow hue. The sky stretched like an azure blanket over their heads, blemished only by one of the small white moons that hung on the horizon like a colossal pearl. Leafy trees surrounded the military base, and they swayed and rustled in the quiet drafts of wind carried inland from the nearby ocean. Leia tasted the salty sweetness with every breath, and savored it.