The doors open onto the balcony of a penthouse apartment. The first thing anyone can notice is the far wall, a five meter wall of glass extending to the floor a level below the balcony. It’s not so much the glass but the panoramic view of the spaceport it offers that draws the eye. It’s easy to forget the ground level of the hangar isn’t the planet’s surface. This penthouse is probably only 50 meters above that, but the window shows a drop of several hundred. A kilometer away, she can see passenger terminal where the starliners capable of planetfall disembark passengers before taxiing to a hangar like the one where her<em> Peregrine</em>docks. And all of the points of light in between trying to keep night’s dark at bay.<br/><br/>The balcony comes back from the window in a horseshoe with the door to the hallway in the center. To her right, Nova can see two doors; one a double door about halfway into the suite’s ten meter depth, the other a meter or so from her. To the left, she sees only a partner to the far door, with about ten meters of empty space between them. The balcony is about a meter and a half wide except at the door. Here it extends another meter as it is a landing for a grand staircase that circles to the lower level from each side.<br/><br/>From the vantage of the hallway door, a bar is visible on the lower level, to the left. It faces the room so that anyone served can still enjoy the view. A black astromech whistles as it moves from behind the bar, a tray bearing drinks attached over its dome, and disappears behind the cover of the balcony.<br/><br/>“Please join us, L’étoile de Mort,” a man’s voice calls from below, using a poetic Alderaanian allusion to Nova’s handle.