Vader heard an undertone of menace in his Master’s tone. He turned, thinking to ask what his Master meant, but before he could, he felt something through the Force—impending danger. His Master, too, must have felt it, for he gave the concern a voice.
	“They are coming,” the Emperor said, his voice as soft and gelid as a cold breeze.
	The pilot’s voice came over the comm. “My lords, it appears an Imperial escort boat is heading toward us on an attack vector. She’s not answering hails.”
	“She is hostile,” his Master said over the comm. “Destroy her.”