“I have a bad feeling about this,” Anakin swallowed, his eyes straining out the viewport towards the approaching Baci vessel. It was probably three times the size of his own craft, not quite a warship but capable of putting he and Padmé on the run if it wanted. Or worse. “Just hold us steady,” Padmé advised. She sat peacefully beside him in the transport’s cockpit, looking unalarmed by the turn of events. “Let’s not give them any reason to suspect us.” “What?” he whispered, incredulous. The Baci woman kept hailing them. “Enemy ship, comply or be destroyed.” * * * “What is it?” Wedge asked.