Dathomir. Of all places. Of course her ship had to land on what was easily one of the most primitive planets. Only a couple steps up from Endor in terms of technology , except Ewoks wouldn't be the threat here. Witches, rancors, Nightsisters; all with better knowledge of the terrain.
During another age this would have been a perfect place to stop for repairs, a Sith controlled planet- but now? A humid, outer rim dirt clod.
"You can think something is beautiful and still hate it." She could think of at least two things off the top of her head that applied to.