Her meditations are less... peaceful than usual. Images of death and war and fear and pain keep returning to her, no matter how she tries to focus.

Argh this is irritating. She'll get back to her book and try it again later 

She gets the same result when she tries again.

She'll just nap.

Her dreams are vaguely troubled, but not enough to wake her.

What a delight. She'll likely wake not too long before they arrive.

Andronikos is back at the helm to manage the reversion.

She waits there, in silence.

"Sleep well?" he inquires.

"Not particularly. Weird dreams."

"Well. We're here." He pulls back a lever, and the starfield snaps back into place. Nar Shaddaa hangs beneath them, glittering up at the stars and haloed in sickly orange against its parent planet.

"Am I the only one going?"

"I'm going to be headed out to meet with some people I know once the ship's locked down. The big guy usually stays on board unless Sith needs him for something, and she... does what she wants."

"Of course she does. Does she often want things?"

"Time to time."

"Mmhm."

Nar Shaddaa doesn't have any unified traffic control as such. You either make your own arrangements with one of the individually-owned ports, or just find an empty bay and hope for the best.

But since this is a Sith ship, they can use the Imperial-controlled spaceport. Andronikos negotiates with them, and lands the ship with a minimum of fuss and practically no narrowly-avoided midair collisions.

...what a delight. Imperial-controlled spaceport. Do they have to justify her presence or anything?

This is a Sith ship. It's not like anyone's going to ask for a passenger manifest.

And is Occlus leaving her chambers?

In fact she is.

Rafa has a question.

Good for her. Occlus doesn't seem as though she's going to start a conversation, so Rafa will probably have to do the approaching.

Yes, she will. "Hello, Occlus," she greets the Sith when she sees her.

"Jedi."