Mara Force vision

For the first time in years, Mara was at a complete loss as to what to do.

Settling herself into the comfortable chair, she closed her eyes. What she would not do, she told herself fimly, was contact the Emperor and ask for help. She was the Emperor's Hand. She was supposed to be able to handle this sort of thing on her own.
But maybe there was another way to get the assistance she needed. Taking a deep breath, willing calmness into her thoughts, she stretched out to the Force.

For a moment nothing happened. Then her mind cleared, and she felt the Force flowing through her, twisting and rippling like a mountain brook, drawing her up and out and into itself.

She seemed to be floating outside the palace, rising above the ground, soaring through and then over the clouds. She saw Poln Major beneath her, and Poln Minor floating against the starry blackness in the distance. Multiple lines of ship traffic cut across her view, some of the vessels traveling between the two worlds, the rest incoming or outgoing from the system. The big Golan I defense platform orbited silently past her, and she could see the much smaller shape of the Dreadnought Sarissa holding similar guard over Poln Minor. Both of them guarding the Emperor's worlds with their turbolasers and missiles and—

Their missiles.

Mara shook her head, snapping back to herself and the safe room around her. She took a moment to blink away the rest of the vision, then leaned forward and keyed the computer. LaRone had said Nuso Esva's agents had gotten hold of some Caldorf missiles... and as she thought about it, she seemed to remember that Caldorfs were precisely the sort of missile being deployed on Dreadnoughts these days.