Maz Younger and Nala peered into the glow of the hologram. “Dome,” Maz Younger rasped.
“Dome,” Nala echoed. “Big dome.”
Maz Younger pointed to a distant object: a door that opened and shut as each life-form passed through it.
“Don’t you dare,” Maz warned.
He made a circular motion with his hand, and his bodyguard came closer. When the door opened for some chatty younger race, Maz Younger bounded through. They sneered at him, but stepped to either side and continued their conversation.
Maz was out of breath by the time he arrived outside.
“Rowan!” He called, and his bodyguard rushed to his side.
Maz felt a sharp, swift kick to his heel. Nala giggled. Maz narrowed his eyes at her, and she scampered across the indigo-colored sand. Maz inhaled deeply, and released. He puffed out his chest, and launched into a sprint.
"Since when does Maz Younger care about domes?" Rowan asked in a gentle, calm voice.