Maya had gotten the speech. She just didn't believe it. It was hard to believe anything anyone in a uniform told you, when you came from the Empire. She knew that there were always lies, from the big ones the Emperor told his people to the small ones that the stormtroopers told in Pryce's club, when they were trying to win over the affections of the working girls.

Everyone lied.

But for now, it seemed, Maya had no choice but to play along.

She let the blue smoke seep out between her teeth, taking the cigarette back when he didn't seem interested. "Sure," she said. "Suppose I could use a tour if I'm going to be here awhile."