"ETA from lightspeed in point-five. Hold on."
Joyce's hands flicked the switches of their civilian craft as they dropped out of lightspeed over the desolate ice-planet of Hoth. Their ride was not exactly comfortable, but it was inconspicuous and they were able to mask the more sinister aspects of their intent.
"Our area codes have cleared. We will not be disturbed."
A geological survey for the Academy of Mindabaal, that was the cover they had gathered. It was not too difficult once they had been able to plant some of the Ember's more intelligent, but less forceful, members in the Academy during the One Sith's hold on Mindabaal. The expertise these Vahla would bring back to the fleet was invaluable in the long run. Not everyone could march on the front lines. Some would have to bring new science to the Fleet.
She stood up from her seat and looked back into the ship. Her hands clamped on to the rail marking the separation from the Cockpit to the hull. The door between then was open, as it was wont to be on small vessels like these. Joyce's copilot, an gruff old voidfarer named Jace, took the controls to guide them down towards the surface. He flew because his loyalty was beyond doubt. He had devoted his entire life to the Ember, the Vahla, and the Migrant Fleet. Jace had no other life, so he had no reason to betray them.
"We'll reach the surface in ten minutes, Lassiter."
There was a shred of respect in Joycelyn's tone, though it was well hidden within her usual tone of 'not taking orders lightly'. Still, she had proven she was willing to listen to an authority if it was a matter of mutual interest, or if it was for the service of Vahll.
"Have you ever been here before?"
Joyce moved towards the wardrobes to cover herself in layers of heat-preserving cloth, made ready for their landfall in advance.