four years prior to the Battle of Endor

The Death Star had been destroyed by the Rebels. It was all over GNN, and you couldn't turn a corner without being accosted by a holosign proclaiming either the end of the Empire, or the end of the Rebellion.

None of it really mattered to the woman who was walking through the crowded streets of the Thyferran capital. She brushed against vratix and human alike, singleminded in her purpose. The tall buildings of the Xucphra Corporation loomed in front of her, one half of the powerful Bacta Cartel.

She slipped into a cafe with a view of the building, keeping her brown woolen robe wrapped around her despite the humidity and the heat.