She's not sure what happened, but she's pretty sure it happened to the Emperor, and she's pretty sure he's not dead.

The Force is usually a quiet housemate, present but not impactful. For the last few months it's been uneasy, confused, instead; she can't pin down when exactly it started, it came on slowly, but there's no avoiding the knowledge now that something deeply weird is going on, even without the reports of disappearing Sith out at the battlefront and even behind the lines. And then tonight as she was sitting down to dinner with the droids, something shifted, all of a sudden, like she'd been breathing air with just a whiff of poison in it her whole life and stepped out onto a clean planet for the first time.

She can't enjoy it, though. She knows what anyone who can do something like that to the Emperor will think of her.

She skips dinner to mediate; the Force doesn't think she's in imminent danger of any sort, but there's definitely something lurking out there, and she doesn't think it understands it well enough to give her a reliable report.

She does get the sense that it'd be more auspicious to leave, for whatever reason, so Daisy starts planning to shut down the house while she and Nine go over the old star charts, still in storage from when she moved in.

Head for the Hutts, the Force says, and that's a deeply weird thing for it to suggest, but she doesn't have a better plan.