It's wild out there: ice crunching under her feet, snow drifting around her, the wind rising more bitterly the farther she trudges. She can't see very far at all through the white swirl of the storm, or hear over the blustering gales, and lifting her head at all is asking to have snow blow into her face.

And yet, Dia was trained as a Sith assassin.

Perhaps that's why, when her ship is well out of sight behind her, she can pick up on the distinct sense that she's not alone...