A pier, a small pad for spacecraft landings and a line of roses beside the pathway to the home. On the South Continent by a preformed lake. The second moon, where would I go if I were a fugitive Sith Lord? He fixed the blanketing constellations of Dantooine in mind, he Jumped without a navicomp using Grievous' angle of hasty departure from Dantooine's surface, entered the moon's atmosphere and knew. Navigating with one hand, he fondled Obi-Wan's lightsaber on his belt absently as he brooded.
Anakin drew in a breath and exhaled slowly, stuffing the crinkly packaging of his latest energizing container of almond-kwevvu krisp-munchies behind his pilot seat.