At just two meters high by three meters wide, the passage was adequate for speeder traffic but too small for heavy equipment. It was also incredibly clean. Both the duracrete floor and the white plastoid liner had been carefully sealed to prevent the slightest ground infiltration, and even the glow panels were recessed behind transparisteel panes to minimize the number of joints where caulking might disintegrate. And every fifty meters, she passed through an ion curtain that captured any dust particles clinging to her vac suit. Outside the second ion curtain, Tahiri came to a pair of loaded hoversleds parked along the wall, as though being held there until the cargo could be transported. Crates on both hoversleds had been broken into recently—no doubt by a curious Boba Fett—and Tahiri removed a poster flimsi from a crate on the first sled. The flimsi showed an image of Admiral Daala in profile. Her eye patch was prominently displayed, and she had a noble, serious expression on her face.
