Of all the breifings she had been to, this was the most intresting she had seen. A full sized hutt that was "grinning" when they all entered. Instantly she had a bad  feeling about what the mission  was going to be at.

"Uh.. wheres Doc?"

She whispered to Dante when the hutt fell backwards and out popped their Squad leader. Part of her wanted to laugh, but she had no time to manage that when he went spewing into the details of the mission.




Saph raised her hand and Riq nodded for her to ask her question, "We're just going to buy this information are we?"

"Oh, we much rather those who have the information don't make secondary copies for their own reference, and I don't think exclusive rights will last very long.  So, we're traveling, or you all are rather, as the slave and bodyguard entourage of Issodro the Hutt who is making a Nar Shaada pilgrimage.  And unfortunately I am the only one to speak perfectly fluent Huttese, so I get cramped into Issodro and enjoy the lovely sweating."


"WHAT!!!!! OH hell no.. Riq I  Swear to god..."


Her out burst was enough to make the rest of the squad look to her and grin. To get the chance of seeing Saph in a sexy , revealing dancing outfit was too much for them. A few snickered and she heard someone whisper.

"Oh.. I hope its  partially see through."


Thatmade her spin around and glare at the group. KNowing  very well she was the only one that would be wearing anything that revaling.


"Saph.. You have to.. It would be to obvious if you were just a hired hand as a slave and not a dancing slave.." Doc replied as "Now, mind escorting me to the ship?  Don't want to crawl out everytime to show my identification... and I might get lost, can't see that well in this damn thing."


She was furious and she knew he probably had  her "gear" already chosen for her. As the hutt slithered down toward the exits she ignored the snickering and vowed that she would get them all for it.. but especially Doc.  Sliding over to the fake hutt she  slammed her elbow into it and heard a grunt from Doc inside.

"You know I am so gettign you for this..."

While Doc the hutt slithered off to have on lookers watch the intresting stage show' Saph walked off to her quartes were she  would go and pack.


"Remind me to make sure I stick some glue to his desk chair.."

She muttered and came to her quarters. As soon as she entered her keycode and entered she was about to scream. Already laid out on her bed was the outfit she was going to wear. Well.. several outfits. A datapad was right next to them. Cursing she lifted the pad to find a note from Doc.


Go ahead and  choose an outfit. WHen were ready to  leave I need you in your costume.. Have fun...


"Oh I'm gonna get him!!!"

Saphira screeched outloud  as  the door to her room was open and anyone in range could hear her.  There were three outfits. leave it to Doc to choose what he would think look good on her.  The first was a black lacy outfit. Mainly a bra with silver lining with a matching  thong and light skirt  that was see through. The two others were nearly similar except in purple and  silver. The small skirt seemed to go down short enough for her to hide a  weapon.  Shoes were laid out and were ankle high. Enough to hide a Small vibro blade.






Damnit..  I swear to god Doc.. ohhh.. your going to so pay for this..


Sense she had the attitude of a killer and smart ass it was going to be hard to pull off a dancer. Considerign most her speices was used as enjoyment for dancing or other.. activities it made her blood run cold. She made sure that she would have some wepons on her. No way in hell was she could to wear the skimpy outfits without some sort of weapon on her. Even though her hands and feet were weapons enough.

Glancing at "Issodoro" and then the other RAIDERS, Dante had to repress a chuckle. The 1st Lieutenant might think that the Horses would go unnoticed by the locals on Nar Shaddaa, but Dante knew better. Even without their armour, the squad members were obviously stormtroopers. The pale skin that came from months or years encased in plastoid and the rigid posture were as good as a flashing holosign to bystanders.

Still, if there was one place the Horses would blend in, it was the Smuggler's Moon. With deserters, Hutt enforcers, and underworld soldiers trickling on and off the Nal Hutta moon, the Horses might stand a chance of going unnoticed. A slim chance, but it was still a chance. With that thought in mind, Dante strode up the battered squad transport's boarding ramp.

The Army technicians had done a superb job of disguising the Frustror, the replacement for the freighter the Horses had lost on Corellia. The superstructure had been heavily modified and the weaponry was military-grade. Better yet, they'd equipped the ship with a number of false ID codes and specialist equipment. The Frustror ought to blend in with the thousands of smuggler and cargo ships that arrived in the Nal Hutta system. It didn't bode well that this would probably be the smoothest part of the mission.

Shaking his head, Dante took his seat near the front of the double row. The other troopers sat down, placing their equipment bags at their feet. Dante had to repress a groan when he saw their rigid postures. Despite their mercenary garb and battered armour, the squad still looked like what they were: a highly trained squad of professional soldiers.

Sighing, Dante tried to lean back only to stop when the backplate of his body armour started to jab into his neck. The battered set of grey plate armour he'd been issued was covered with carbon scoring and had what looked suspiciously like bloodstains covering the inside. It clanked whenever he moved, and seemed to weigh several times as much as his normal armour. Still, it would protect him better than the cloth that some of the Privates were wearing. Dante chuckled quietly as one of the Privates made a stupid comment and was rewarded with Saph's shouting.

One would think they'd have learned from Tyrantis. the Platoon Sergeant mused, trying to find a comfortable position. If things got out of control, he'd step in, but it seemed Saph was handing the situation perfectly well by herself.

The transport's boarding ramp hissed and rose up, sealing as it did so. The Frustror rose out of the docking bay, turned, and headed into Tadath's atmosphere.

"Next stop, the Smuggler's Moon!"

OOC:

Yes, it sucked. I'll do better next time.

Oh she wanted the trip to be over with! The troopers were staring at her like a piece of meat and she knew Tryantis was enjoying every moment of it!  That was the worse thing about her being on the shuttle trip there.

"Hey Saph!"  Coosed Tryantis. " Mabey you should.. ah.. show us some dancing moves.. ya know.. so your prepeared  to dance for "Issodoro" and whoever else we are with!"

A few heads turned as the ship bumped and jumped around. Her head turning to scan the others  with a serious look of ' I will kill you all' before she beemed her sights on Tryantis who was grinning like a Rancor.


Oh.. that does it!


She stood and the  skimpy outfit moved with her. SHowing her toned muscles and  flammed  art that covered her body as she walked sexly towards him. Her hips swayed and she knew there was tonges wagging. Dante however arched an eyebrow and shook his head.

DOn't kill him now saph... We still need him

He thought and watched, having an idea of what she was going to do to him.


Saphira  came close enough as she leaned forward and reached out with her right hand. The index finger touching his chin before she trailed it towards his ear and back down.  Oh,  yes, she was good at this when she wanted to be!  She could feel his  pulse quicken and that made  it all the better as she leaned her head in and whispered against his cheek as he scooted forward to her.


"Now, why would I want to do that when this...."  She paused and  struck back suddenly with a movement as quick as a viper.  Leapign back she flicked her wrist and had anaged to take the blade hidden fom her boot and  flung it to aim right between his legs.. only several inches from his  jewls.


Trayntis leaned back  with his eyes open. The other teammates didnt' say a word as they went back to doing whatever it was they were quietly doing.  Dante however statred laughing and looked like he was going to fall over.


"Beautifull flowers always have thorns Tryantis.. Tr to remember that. Saph isnt' one to play with..."  He grinned again as the other man swallowed and looked to a pleasured grin  that played on the Twi'leks face. He should have known that  she had some kind of weapon on her body...


"Uh.. Yea.. I'll remember that.. But.. mabey after we have a date? How about it Saphira?" He grineed slightly and saw her silver eyes  narrowed  to slits.  " I mean.. after all.. you missed on purpose right?"



The smile widened.

"My aim was off... the ship  did lurch last moment after all.." Saphs lek twitched in amusement before she walked forward and reached her hand to pull the small throwing  blade out from the seat.  Only then did she return to her seat and watched as Tryantis stared at her from across the room. As an added bonus she blow a kiss to him before placing her dagger backon her person. Dante leaned over to her.

"That was very cruel of you Saph.." Dante stated with an amused measure

"I know... "



"Try not to let that happen when where on the ground.."


"ONly if he starts it."


Dante sighed.


"No. .Seriously.. That would blow our cover.. If he tries anythign with you.. your a slave to our  Issodoro" who enjoyes that entertainment. If he dances or wants to touch you..." He pasued when her eyes opened wide... " Withen  reason. Withen reason. Don't give me that killing look. It  dosent' scae me and you know it.."


"Fine.. But I swear to god if he does.. or any of them.. I'll play along.. but they have to slep at some point.."

Dante Chuckled.


"FIne.. after the mission.. But it looks like you didn't scare Trayntis away.. If anythign hes more amused on how to press your buttons.. "


Great...

She thought, even if it wasn't a little flattering.



"But... " Dante added.. " IF he wants a date.. it could be on your terms.."



"Oh.. you sure know how to pull at my stings.. I liek that.  Now who's being evil?"

He shrugged as Saphira pictured their "Date" Being a wonderfull sparring match  with him leaving with bruises all over his body.. Though she needed a good workout and someone to challenge her. Mabey it was time for  that... Other then havng to  be this.. dancing slave. She grinned deeply.



"I know that grin.. you already have a plan don't you.."

"You know it! If he survives in one piece...."


The wookie then looked over to the two and started rumbeling something that took them away from the conversation.

[ Sounds like were about to  land soon.. and Saphira... Nice aim...}


Nova chuckled and then leaned back to wait for the real mission  to begin.


"By the way tropoer.. you do look very nice in the outfit Riq picked out for you..."


Saph cursed at  him in smugglers argot.

"Hey now.. I ment it as a compliment. You never wear anythin  that.. ah.. is nice.. unless its your  excersise gear. You can't blame the guys from not looking.. "


This is going to be a VERY long trip....

Dante snickered quietly.

"You two lovebirds had better sit down. We're about to enter Hutt space."

Saph turned and glared at him. Dante cheerfully returned the stare, face concealed by the helmet's blast visor. Eventually she gave up. Shrugging, the Senior Sergeant sat down and began a last minute check on her rifle.

Riqimo slithered in at this point, tail leaving a thick trail of slime behind him. He addressed the squad in his normal voice, resulting in a rather bizarre scene.

"We're reverting to realspace in exactly one minute. Make any final preparations and for Force's sake remember that you're undercover. You're not stormtroopers: you're bodyguards and," he paused apologetically. "decorations." Ignoring the grinding noise coming from Striker's seat, he continued with the briefing. "That means you have to stay close to me at all times; try to act casual and don't attract any more attention than you have to. That's all, Horses."

Riqimo cleared his throat. "Remember to tell them: don't run..."

"You'll just die tired!" the squad finished together.

Right on schedule, there was a beeping from the cockpit as the hyperspace exit alarm sounded. The Frustror shook slightly as it reverted into realspace, and the cabin viewports turned transparent. The brown-grey surface of Nal Hutta dominated the horizon, speckled with hundreds of cargo and passenger transports.  The squad pilot turned the Frustor and guided it into one of the larger spacelanes that ran to Nar Shadaa. There was a squeal of static followed by a bored-sounding male voice.

"This is Traffic Controller Gevob Drev. Please state your vessel's designation and purpose for visiting Nar Shadaa."

There was a moment of silence, during which Dante eyed the Smuggler's Moon and the barely visible shimmer of its powerful deflector shield. He knew from prior experience that the shield could and had vaporized ships orders of magnitude larger than the diminutive transport, and the Hutts weren't the trusting sort.

"Unidentified transport, please transmit your designation and purpose. Repeat..."

The pilot finally seemed to react to the reqest and activated the transmission equipment.

"Traffic Control, this is the Golden Hind, property of his Excellency Issodro the Hutt. Purpose for visiting...pilgrimage to Nar Shaada."

"Pilgrimage? A Hutt?"

The pilot turned around and looked into the cabin. Riqimo shrugged, causing the Hutt costume to distort. Sweat dripping down her brow, the squad pilot turned back around.

"Look, pal, I don't know what he meant by that. I'm just a pilot."

There was a pause. The pilot's hands tightened on the control yoke, and the Horses glanced nervously at each other.

"Looks like this isn't going to work..." Dante muttered to himself. The Smugglers Moon's residents seemed to have developed a case of severe paranoia since his last visit.

"Golden Hind, you are cleared to land. Sorry about that; things are a little crazy down here because of the Vermilic clan meeting. Lowering the shield now."

As the controller spoke, a twenty meter wide portion of the shield flickered and vanished.

"Acknowledged. Starting our descent now."

Dante raised an eyebrow as the Frustror passed through the gap in the shields.

"Our briefing didn't mention a clan meeting..."

Riqimo didn't reply. Dante muttered a few phrases in Mandoa, most of which were none too flattering towards Imperial Intelligence, and checked his A-280'S power cell.

The Frustror descended through Nar Shadaa's atmosphere, following a predefined path through the city-planet's traffic lanes.

OOC:

I'm still a little rusty...

It was hard as hell not to want to strike out  angry glares at those who saw them move towards the grand first class accomadations.  But, as "decoractions" she had to appear the fimble brain washed slave that  a hutt woudl want. A little feisty and one that dreamt of only a freedom not possible. Given the fact that she was gratefull she had her own room the Twi'lek  locked her room door and looked around. It was in shades  of grey and silver. A basic bed and a bathroom.  Not that she cared but  she smiled at the thought of having the room to herself when  needed.


"Oh Sithspit!!!"


She had turned her head to notice another door and opened it to see Trayntis  looking over his own room. It seemd the great Lord Hutt made usre the rooms connected in case of an appendign atack.

"Great... Just when I thought I  -"


"Couldn't get enough of me?"  Tryantis  replied with a smile. 


"Oh that does it..."


SHe launched herself at him and pummled him to the ground. herelf on top as she was about to lay a  fist to his face when the other door opened  and Dante walked in.


"There are sighns  saying to be left alone you know.. If you need it.."  He had amusement in his voice and instantly as she  felt her face redden even more as she got off him. Tryantis  trying not to grin a sshe wa ssure he got a kick out of it.  "I also warned you Saphira.. No attacking? With this clan meeting what if  one of their guards came to speak with one of us.. Even you as our 'Lords'  dancer you would have to answer.. and seeing you like  this..unless it's  otheriwse.. would ruin the mission.."


A few more grumbles came from Saphira's mouth as she stood and helped Tryantis up.


"Do the rooms have to  be  like this? The acess dorrs dont even lock."


"Would you rather share a room with a team mate.. or one in  particular?"  Dante replied, archign an eyebrow.


When  Rancor's fly She thought as  Saph shook her head.


"Very well then. The arriangments are like this. However, we  will be attending  the meeting at some point.. or at least the festivities. Else we weill raise  eyebrows..."

"But.. Dante.. Hutts dont' have eyebrows.." Tryantis remarked a sDante rolled his eyes. Saphira actually giggled.

"You know what I  mean.. and Saph.. If I have to.. I will  have RIq put you to a chain around your  neck.. For now your a free dancer.. and will dance for all tonight..."


With that he left and saph cursed at both males before the door shit. Leaving Tryantis and her alone for the time.


"Great... Now what?" She muttered....

OOC:

I wasn’t mentioned to get a room so I’ll throw myself in at B6

Ah, a motel. Wouldn’t be my first choice but still, it wouldn’t be my last... Beta thought as he found his room. Least it has a casino

He walked around and found his room. He opened the door to hear a creaking sound from the hinges. Beta then slammed it and entered the room. He tossed his belongings on the bed and it seemed like it was going to snap in half.

Not the best but I’ll live. Beta thought while eyeing the mattress he would need to sleep on, But on the bright side everyone gets perfect rooms and I get the one with the messed up bed...

Beta grabbed his blaster rifle and started disassembling it for entertainment. He then put it back together and slammed it on the bed. He got up, grabbed some money, his uncomfortable guard armour (which he already had on), and a blaster pistol and headed out. He opened the motel room door, walked through it and slammed it again.

“Hey lovebirds, Hutt, wookie and others,” Beta said to his squad, “going to the casino. If you wanna break something try and get me first!”

At that, Beta went down to the casino.

Anger cleared her mind after an hour after she heard her next door roommate leave. Not to mention the comments of " love birds" bothered her. There was no such thing of anything leading that way. The last to get even close to her was Alater from her previous squad. with a blood thirst like her own they weren't a pair to mess with when it came to a mission.

She could have left the room like the others, but she didn't need the attention. It would only make things worse but she knew it would be inevitable when they would have to actually go out on the mission.


"Damn it.. I hate this bantha Poodoo!"


The Twi'lek paced the room for a while before sitting down on her bed and taking out the hidden daggers and throwing knives she hide on her person. her knapsack wa sin the corner and she took out tool sto clean an Polish them to be at their peak level if she needed them.

"If.."


She reminded herself. It wasn't long after that she heard a knock on the door and went over and She opened the door a little and asked, "What do you want?"

He handed her a half of the meat and the Yurp. "Dinner's served." Tyrantis said.

She opened the door and he saw a smile on her face. From this moment, he was sure that it was a happy smile, not a "I'm so going to skin you alive when you least expect it" smile. "Thanks Tranty." Saph said and closed the door. "This doesn't mean its over for earlier.." She added and knew he heard it.


Tryantis rolled his shoulders and took it as the best to a thank you that would be expected of a women like her. Making to his room he couldn't believe she gave him a nickname before he passed out for the evening.



"Well at least the food is decent.."

Saphira muttered before going to her desk and tearing into it. She was starting to think shed have to resort to ration bars for the night and was at least grateful a squad member cared enough to bring her something. Even if it was the man that was getting under her skin. Finishing her meal she tossed what was left in the garbage disposal that lead to wherever waste pool it would lay for the rest of time. Still she wasn't satisfied and needed to get out. Her silver eyes looked to the dark cloak that was in her sack and she grabbed it and wrapped it around her. Enough to only hint at the clothing as she left the room and went to Trayntis. He was snoring like a pig and it took several jabs to wake him up.


"Wha?"


"Get up.. you're coming with me. We need to look around.. and I can't stay in that room forever.. you have more fighting power on you sense I have to wear this.."


"Hmmmm.. My head.. Saph.. Go 'way."


The Twi'lek rolled her eyes and grabbed something from his belt and stabbed it to his neck. It was a drug to wake him up and clear his mind of the drinks he consumed. Tryantis bolted up and nearly knocked Saphira to the side.


"What the Hell! That frekin hurt..." He complained and noticed the smirk on her face.


"Don't get plastered like that again then.... Come on.. lets go. I think the others are going to the Casino and would expect that Doc the HUtt will be there soon enough. Id rather slink around before having to play house..."


She gave him another glare that promised him something else if he didn't follow her. So with a shrug they both walked off out of the room.

" SO I guess it's a date then.." Tryantis poked. Saphira growled and it made him smirk larger. "And whats with the name Tryanty? "


" I like it.. " She admitted and they hurried off.

The next morning, the squad gathered in Doc's suite to discuss their next step. "Issodoro" was lying on its massive slab of a bed, its dangling tongue dripping slime onto the floor and belly hatch open. Riqimo stood in front of the disguise, surrounded by a ring of Horses. He held a holoprojector in one hand and a pointer in the other. After the last of the Horses, a bleary-eyed Tyrtantis, entered, Riqimo began the briefing.

The doors had been locked and several jammers were running interference to stop any overly inqusitive guards from overhearing something they shouldn't. Riqimo had been furious that Tyrantis had attracted attention to himself during his investigation: the last thing the Horses needed was the hotel security watching "Issodoro" and his entourage. Especially because several members of said entourage were featured prominently on bounty lists.

Still, the information Tyrantis had brought back had been worth it. The squad now had a rough map of their targets and a reasonable estimate of the security around them. There was a network of vents around and above the slot machine room, all of which were too small for the squad to use.

This would normally have meant the usage of a probe droid, but some judicious slicing from a carelessly-left open terminal had revealed signal jammers mounted inside and around the room's walls, doubtless installed to prevent the usage of slicing devices and droids such as the ones the Horses would have used. As a result, they'd have to do it the hard way: by hand.

Tyrantis's attempt had shown that this would be impossible without somehow removing the half dozen security personnel stationed in the small casino. As their mysterious disappearances would raise too many questions, a distraction was in order. Riqimo put down the stylus and held up a stun gas grenade as he said this, tossing it up and down to emphasize this point.

"We need a distraction major enough to get those nerf herders out of the room, but not so big as to obviously be planned. If we cause a gas leak, the floor should be evacuated." the Squad Leader said, gesturing with the hand holding the detonator as he did so. "That ought to get them out of the way long enough for us to place the reciever. We'll need to obtain rebreathers before we can make our move though."

Riqimo put the projector and grenade down.

"What are you waiting for, Horses? We have a job to do. Squad, dismissed."

OOC:

Well...getting a move on. If this contradicts the mission, I'll remove it.

"Hey, no need to be mad because you get to work with your favorite person in this squad." He chuckled.

"Your far from it, tranty." Saph said with a sublte scowl.

"Well, I know i'm not your most hated or i would be dead by now, so I must count like something to you." Tyrantis countered.

"Yeah," Saph said with a grin, "your worth something: the person to soak up the blaster shots." And she walked out of the room, leaving Tyrantis a bit shocked.

"Note to self: think before saying." Tyrantis said to himself.

He returned to his room and took out the rest of the Corellian Ale in the motel's fridge. One by One, he drank them down, remembering thoughts of the "good ol' days". He left out a few manic laughs from the fact he was hammered drunk. Then, when he got out of his chair, he fell right to the floor and passed out into a twisted nightmare.

As he got off the ground, Vaas saw his old friends and family in a house. His mother, Vienna Vaas, gave him a bowl of stew, the smell of her home-made broth filled his nose. He ate it and his mouth tasted many exotic berries and nuts. His father, Yuri Vaas, walked in with an axe, whipping sweat from the brow of his forehead. Yuri made a living as a carpenter and sold his goods to merchants.

He finished off the stew and put it into the refresher and walked out of the house to be greeted by his two good friends, Rosco Brent and Ferrik Gren. They met often to walk in the forests of Zorbian II and collect anything that interested them. The sounds of the "one who walks loudly" became to come into range. The three boys knew that it was most likely hungry, since the tales said it only came out to feed.

Unfortunately, the creature was closer than they thought as the beast jumped onto Hor'ak and brought him to the ground. It began to claw at him and landed a swipe into his chest. To keep it from killing him, he grabbed it by the neck and began to hold it there until it gave.

Then the punch brought him to consiousness as he saw Saph, trying to wake up the drunken bastard. She then kicked him in the stomach.

"What in the name of Hell were you choking me for?!" She demanded.

"I was in a nightmare and a drunk state." He paused to cough. "Not a very combination. I am deeply sorry Saphira." He hoped using her real name would show some type of apologetic state he was in.

She kicked him once more, then said, "You know I'll eventually forgive you, but I won't forget." And she picked the man off the floor of the room.

"Ugh, thanks. Now, shall we go to the casino/bar to get accquainted with the crowd?" He asked, holding his stomach. "And if anyone asks, I fell on my stove with a hard fall."

"Meh, might as well." Saph said and the duo left to go to the mission area.

OOC:

Alright, i posted Saph. Now you can continue it.

By the name of the Emperor, I haven't seen a crowd this insane since the prisoners escaped the Rancor Pits of Nal Shutta. Tyrantis was in sheer shock by the swarmming mob guests. His hands were moving faster than he could ever remember, passing out glasses of all kinds of ales to any hand that reached out. He could hear the crowd of people chanting for her to strip, but he knew they would be quite disappointed. Some people displeased with it began throwing bar nuts and glasses at her.

God, these drunken fools are never any different. Atleast i usually control myself. He thought to himself as he hurried up the drinks so he could go beat up the un-ruly "customers".

After about 30 minutes of ales flying in mugs, he finally had everyone satisfied, with people still chanting at her to un-dress. Some were trying to reach her by climbing over the others like a never-ending pile of corpses. The first person he met, who was obviously a high staff member, was grabbed and thrown into a nearby person throwing nuts at her. The other person, who appeared to be one of the Hutt guards, which was about to chuck another glass at Saph, was abruptly stopped by Tyrantis' grip on the glass and hand, tiny shards shooting into the Weequay's palm. He let out a small cry and hit Tyrantis in the face with the back of his fore arm. He began to beat in the mans face like an unbreakable boulder. Tyrantis felt minor cracks form in his skull and blood flooding his throat.

Suddenly, gas began to fill the room and the partiers backing a little. One of the staff, the man whom Tyrantis had stood down, evacuated the room as the Weequay punched Tyrantis in the throat, leaving him breathless. The guards returned to their masters with blasters armed, incase of an ambush of some kind.

Dante, furious, came and helped Tyrantis up.

"What in the name of hell are you doing?! Your on THEIR side, not AGAINST them!" Dante yelled, and even through the gas, he could see the man's face red as the Tatooine suns.

Tyrantis spat out blood. "We get out of hand sometimes, comrade." Tyrantis paused. "Now, what's the plan now?"

OOC:

Phase II done. You can add more stuff about the gas grenade later, Dante.

There was a shower of sparks as Saph carefully cut through the machine's side with a fusion-cutter. Some of those sparks landed on a Rodian in a fancy suit, and the squad froze as he moaned and twitched. He didn't wake up, however, and the troopers resumed work a breathless minute later.


"Dang it Saph.. Be more Careful..." Doc called out to her. Turning her head she gave a few verbal assaults towards him and went back to work. Finishing just in time as things were placed back to as if normal.

"This better work.. The next phase.. I rather be washing a Bantha then play Dress up some more.."

A few horses shook their head as Tryantis Snored a little louder. Saphira noted to tease him about it later on. Once the Gas cleared she took her mask of and tossed it to Dante and took a position on the floor as if she had fallen. Eyes shut, her arms to her side and legs spread ever so slightly. Not enough to reveal anything (Considering he had a thin fabric of black panties) But enough to suggest she literally had fallen.

It didn't take long before armed guards ran in as well as a medical team. They went directly to the hutts first and worked down as everyone started to wake up. The sounds of chairs scraping and glass breaking wasn't surprised as Saphira "woke" and looked around like she was dizzy. It was Dante who reached Tryantis first and used a smelting salt or something to wake him.


"Huh. w-what happened.. ?" He was out of it as Dante placed his stuff back in his belt. Other teams were doing the same thing. Making sure they were ok. The medical units would deal with those who weren't connected with the hutts last.

"Gas or something.. Knocked us all out bad.." Dante rumbled and gave him a look that said "DUmbass " for not placing the mask on.

"Oh.. wow.. with all the security?" He rubbed his head and looked to see saph getting up. Acting wobbly before he helped her. The local band waking up as well and looking jus tas confused and then people started to ask questions. A buzz of words and screams came through before they were silenced with a Blaster shot from the lead security officer.

"Please remain Calm.. Go back to your drinks.. or leave. I would prefers those who have no connection to our "guests." Meaning the hutts. " To leave. It is our duty to find out what happened. No one seems hurt."

There was an unsettled voice in the guards words. They missed everything that happened. Slowly some of the denzins left, but it wasn't more then a little under a half. Still leaving many in the room as Saphira sat on the edge of the stage.


"You ok?" Saphira whispered to Tryantis.

"Yea.. Fine.. Looks like I bruised me head."

"Better then something else.." She smirked.


She then looked over to"Issodoro" who was just staring at her. As if waiting for her to run. Saph sat there. Waiting to see what woudl happen nxt as she wasn't sure how the next few moments would play out.

Saphira bowed to Doc the hutt as he madehis way towards them. The chairs and table being pushed out of his way by "underlings". Part of her wanted to stop the charade but she couldn't.  Dante held the "remot" in his hand and gave her a good look at it that she best  not  run off while she was free for  the moment of the chains.  Nodding she returned to Tryantis who to whomever thought was her keeper/guard/ whatever.

Probably think Ihe's a guard to keep me safe and from running off.. or else..


Part of her wanted to laugh, but they were pulling everything through as if they had been doing  this their whoel lives. Well, as far as working for the hutts and her being a slave.


"You know...  keep drinking and you'll pass out  again..."

She winked  as she slid off the stage. As for what they were going to do for now, they had to wait to see what Dante wanted them to do. More then likley she and her guard dog woudl be sent off to scout more around and see what else is going on.  Considerign the hutts wouldn't want a mere Dancer in on their meeting from the looks of it.


"No I won't.."


"You keep saying that.. how many times have you been woken up from a jab in the ribes.. or.."

She  faltered and let it click. From him  passing out with the gas without use of the mask. Herself she had  one tossed last second and barley  had time  to manage her own.


"Whatever.. Lets  go see what we need to go do.." He muttered.

Alright, we're gonna bomb these bastards to get back at them for Beta." Dante said, taking control of the situation.

"With what? Angry voices?" Tyrantis asked, puzzled at how they were to bomb the ship.

"Theres always a self-destruct sequence on these kind of ships in case they're about to lose the ship. All we need to do is hack into the main frame, find out the code, and boom, there gone." Dante said.

"Then let's go before they leave or find us." Saph said as she put a fresh clip into the pistol. With the plan settled apon, the trio moved towards the ship to avenge their immobilized squad mate.


"We just need to watch out for traps.." Muttered Dante.

"No kidding.. I'd say we just take a stroll right up to the ship and ask to let us in." Saphira said with a grin.  Tryantis laughed and Dante gave a scowl.


"Not funny.."


They moved  and came to the  targets hanger. There were two guards near the ship and they knew there would be cameras watching.


Probably some nasty turbo guns too..



Saphira thought as they snuck in and moved behind some boxes. No one seemed to notice them for the moment.

"Alright.. Now we need some bait.. someone o distract to two lugnuts by the ship .."  Tryantis said.

"I'll do it." Dante said.


Saph opened her eyes.


"Why you sir?"


"I'm in charge.. besides, them seeign you they wil know something is uo. I'll walk up and say Im an inspector for the ship.. it should for a moment.. and thats all you guys have to make a move,"


They sighed. Saph having been glade to get a change of clothes to be more comfortable right before they went there. At least now she was ready for a firefight.


"Good luck sir." Tyrantis and Saph said  togehter as Dante slipped out.

The SC-19 Florian Scout Illustrious flew out of hyperspace and felt the recoil. The ship pushed back a second and then entered normal space at fifty percent speed. The droid that was at the computer terminal - R6-I8 - had been piloting the ship for a couple hours towards Nar Shaddaa. The droid had been given strict orders to then wake TC-5K8 - a protocol luxury droid - from his charging to go wake up the captain. Andar “Gaz” Bacardi was the captain of the Illustrious, and he was sleeping in one of the two staterooms of the ship. The door opened to the captain’s stateroom and TC-5K8 strolled through, with a tray that had a bottle of whiskey on it.

“Morning, sir.” TC-5K8 said to Bacardi, who was now just waking up, looked at TC-5K8 as he set the tray down on the bedside table. TC-5K8 then activated the ‘shutter’ mechanism, which sped intense light through the lights (which had been turned off). Bacardi covered his eyes and TC-5K8 spoke again. “We are approaching the moon of Nal Hutta, R6 said you would message him the location once we got here. He is awaiting your transmission, sir.”

“Got it, Teecee.” Bacardi laid flat on his back. “Audio feed to the cockpit.” Bacardi opened the audio feed with the cockpit by using a new system that had just come out. A computerized voice came out and told Bacardi when the feed was up. “R6, ferry to location number 112289 on grid map 67, 12. I have been informed we have landing rights on the top of the building.” R6 beeped affirmative and Bacardi cut the line. “Teecee, you mind getting me some food?”

“Yes, sir.” TC-5K8 strolled off and Bacardi got out of bed. He shut off the lights and then turned them up to a different level. Bacardi opened his closet and immediately put on a new pair of boxers, then he put on an undershirt. Never can be to careful, Bacardi observed as he took out his bullet-proof vest and put it over his undershirt. Bacardi then put on his white shirt, and then his pants, still leaving them un-zipped. Tucking the shirt in quickly, Bacardi zipped up the pants, put on a belt and a pink tie, and then attached his hip holster to his belt. The IvP-18 Tropov had never been discharged in a non-military situation, and Bacardi hoped it would stay that way. Finishing up, Bacardi moved over to the refresher and took his coat.

“Transmitting.” A computerized voice came through the com of the suite. Bacardi turned to see who it was from. It was from the cockpit.

“R6?” Bacardi asked the dead silent droid. The droid spoke, and Bacardi translated it in his head. “Copy that, R6. Bring us down and lower the landing ramp, we can stay here for awhile.” Bacardi walked out of the suite, outside of the suite was his briefcase, he quickly grabbed it and slid on his coat. Pressing down e elevator, Bacardi met face to face with the landing ramp, which he quickly exited. The landing ramp closed, and Bacardi had ordered the ship to go on secure lockdown mode. Moving down the turbo-lift, Bacardi exited on Rorran’s level. Moving over to his room, Bacardi knocked and Crene answered.