CC9 gives a salute. "Greetings, Captain Thanas. As you say, my employers will be notified. Please note that your employer's long-standing reputation does not extend to your men, and is the reason said voluntary compensation was offered." The droids hands the remote over without hesitation. "Perhaps it might be a suitable reprimand for all or part of said payment to come from the salaries of the men in question? In that manner neither yourself nor your employer is unnecessarily burdened by financial strain. Merely a suggestion." He relaxes back into his normal stance, if 'relaxes' is the right word. "Communication will begin in twenty. Your assistance is appreciated."

The captain nods and walks out.

Cor, who's been hugging Zyra on the bed and keeping her eyes away from the Captain through the conversation, looks about cautiously when the man leaves.  "Did that go better than I expected..?" she says softly.

Zyra nods.  "Well it went well at least.  We have saved ourselves from being sex slaves, well at least for a couple of days, which should be long enough.  The comms window was unexpected and could have been a problem, but my contact at Starfox will not question the communication from us.  The only hitch is the message to the Talons.  I'm not sure if we should use the window we've been given to contact them.  Call me paranoid but I imagine our recordings will be logged."

"Yes, they probably will."  Cor nods.  "I would.  Maybe we could send another message to the surface, quite intentionally and obviously a report to an SFI operative on the planet, with a subfrequency message laid underneath it on the Talon channel?  That would mask the true message.  Even if they detect it and record it the sub0frequency message will likely show up as interference and there is no shortage of that with ships and planetside folk beaming messages back and forth every minute of every day."

Zyra laughed.  "I think I understood about thirty percent of what you just said.  But that's why you're here.  Do whatever you have to do.  I've recorded a ten second message for Xil.  I figured shorter the message, the less traceable."

"Very true."  She heads over to CC9 and starts preparing the messages for transmission, discussing the matter with the droid in hushed, efficient tones.

The time passes in earnest preperation.  What seems only a few minutes later but is actually twenty, the comm beeps, and the captain's voice is heard.

"Channel five has been cleared for your use.  We will be landing in half an hour."

The timing was suprising as it was supposed to take another hour to reach the planet.  Assumedly the 'incident' on board the yacht had encouraged the captain to update his timetable.

Zyra gestured to the comm board.  "It's all yours."

Nothing quite like having a cranky battle droid on board to make a trip go literally quicker.

As CC9 makes his report he states over the comms to the Captain, "Captain, I will also be making a brief report to a local contact of StarFox Intergalactic, who is present on Phindar Prime.  I will mention your assistance in this matter."  Without delaying he starts sending the second transmission...

...while Cor splices in Zyra's communication to Exilim's frequency.  It's art in motion, really it is.  Whether it's good art or not is another question.
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The rest of the trip was indeed fast.  Clearly using his political clout, the yacht bypassed the major spaceport, customs, and normal spacelanes to quickly approach a private landing pad in an exclusive housing estate in one of the most plush areas of Phindar Prime's capital city.

On the pad waiting for their arrival was a luxury speeder which quickly whisked Cor, Zyra and CC9 off and away.  They had the back of the speeder to themselves but knew better then to speak at present.

It was less then a 5 minute drive before they approached the politician's home.  It was a deluxe two-story mansion with a high fence and elaborate external security.  Zyra and Cor watched with interest to the security guards at the front gate, the sensors around the wall perimeter, the cameras and the patrolling security droid.  This would be a difficult house to infiltrate, luckily for the girls they were being invited in, complete with their own battle droid.

The speeder pulled up to the front gate and the girls and droid were disembarked.  Without fanfare, a butler droid led the girls inside through the front door and into an elaborately decked out foyer.  The butler led them straight through to a set of stairs and led them upstairs.  After moving through a well-stocked games room, the trio arrived at a reasonably sized-bedroom.

The butler put their bags down.  "I am programmed to inform you that you are required to remain on this level.  You may use the games rooms and theatre rooms.  All other areas are off limits and you will NOT go downstairs.  If you need something my comm extension is in your room.  Good day ladies."  Te droid leaves.

Zyra pulls out her makeup case and withdraws her portable scanner from within.  Covertly she runs it around the room and then subtlely shakes her head and then head flicks towards the light fitting in the ceiling.

"WOW!" Zyra gasped, falling back into her 'bimbo' mode, "This place is amazing.  We should totally have a look around."

Cor looks worriedly at Zyra.  "You're, uh, sure you're okay?  You're looking a lot, uh... better."  She plays up to the recent 'trauma', though she too looks very impressed with the surroundings.

"I'm what?  Oh. . .that.  Nah, I'm fine, I'm sure they didn't mean it.  Hey!  Let's go check out the theatre room.  Maybe they have some Tetran Cowall holos.  He's soooo dreamy."

Zyra practically dragged Cor down the corridor into the theatre room.  Moving over to the holovid she turned on something suitably girly, ramped up the speakers in the room, until the room was blaring with noise and then wandered around the room, seemingly looking at anything and everything, but in actuality doing another sensor scan.  Finishing she dropped on a couch and signalled for Cor to slide in beside her.

Keeping her voice low.  "Nothing obvious in here and the noise from the speakers should block audio probes.  Any thoughts on how we complete our mission?"

Cor does indeed slide in. She looks about a little nervously.  This is a big room.  She doesn't like big rooms.  It takes a few seconds for her to process the question and then she looks at the floor, likely trying to block out her awareness of the space about her.  "Uh.  If we have access to a net terminal I can try and find floor plans to this type of building - it might give us clues as to the best way to sneak about.  If there is a security room here we could try and gain access or slice in, turn the cameras off or put them on a loop."  She ponders some more.  "Or wait until our client's attention is elsewhere and simply try and sneak, though I do not like the chance of security cameras.  Try and bribe guards?  Too risky, perhaps.  Distract them?"

Zyra chewed her lip for a moment.  "Well CC9 can probably map a good portion of the house for us.  Claim he's on a 'standard patrol' or something.  Even if they make him stop, he'll cause less suspicion than we will."

"I'm wondering if we're going to have to split up for this.  Maybe I distract the guards while you hit the computer room.  At the least it means we don't have to wait for this politician to get horny to act.  Though I may also have a plan for that but several variables need to fall into place for that to work."

Cor looks curiously at Zyra and then nods.  She glances at CC9; there's not too many people who'd mess with the combat droid.

"So what is this plan?" she asks, trying to make it sound nonchalant and failing pretty miserably.

Zyra slipped Cor a small item that looked remarkably like a bead.  "Methtrazaline tartrate." she explained.  "Get one of these in his drink and it will dissolve within about ten seconds.  Ten minutes later it will bring on sedation and amnesia lasting about thirty minutes which gives you time to work with impunity.  I'll give it to you know just in case we get seperated."

"We should move quickly to get a layout of the house.  Go through the rooms we're 'allowed to' and check them out for access to the outside, thoroughfares and so on.  If we need to move quickly we need to know the layout.  Could you send CC9 to check out as much of the house as he can?  I'm going to 'test security', see how quickly they respond to possible threats."

"Really?" Cor stares at the Zabrak, clearly trying not to draw attention to the bead in case they're being watched. "You are quite the fascinating woman," the Umbaran notes, a somewhat sly smile spreading slowly, salaciously across her face. Yeah, she's very interested in continuing that bath.

Cor waves her Droid over and after giving CC9 a few quiet and carefully worded orders she looks over Zyra again in a manner that's certainly contemplative but equally obviously not entirely businesslike. "All right," she says carefully, "let us get this over with. We probably do not need layout maps to get this done; whatever data you and CC9 can gather about guard movements and behaviours should suffice. How often does this Imperial have some flesh-for-hire around?"

Zyra shrugs.  "I don't know.  I know how often he books through the escort agency I have contacts in, but that doesn't mean it's his only source."

"If we went now we run the risk of exposure.  I want to keep this completely covert if possible for two important reasons.  Firstly, if he knows we've been here we can only use old data for intel and blackmail.  If we get a quiet line in, we can play him for months.  Secondly, I'd rather not expose the escort agency either.  I have a 'vested interest' in their continual business, both from a monetary and intel perspective.  An Imperial politician could cause them a lot of trouble."

"Mmm," the Umbaran nods, as if this isn't entirely new to her, "I was more wondering as to how commonly the guards here might see distinctly non-human girls about the place.  And, for that matter, how often some of them might obtain a little action on the side as, hmm, an employment perk, if you see what I mean."  She looks quite serious.  "The more awareness of our opportunities and tools the better."

"Something to explore I guess." Zyra conceded.  "I suppose it's a case of finding which household staff cling to typical Imperial xenophobia and which are more 'open-minded'."

"Anyway, I'm going to work on the 'stupid bimbo' angle.  Perhaps you can pursue your own line of investigation.  CC9 too has his work to do.  See you back in the rooms.

Zyra gets to her feet.  "I'm booooooooored." she says loudly with a pout.  "I'm going for a drink."  She leaves the room.

'Kyd' nods to Cor and, having been briefed on his duties, turns and leaves without a word.  The droid stalks out and around the top floor, marching up each hall and into each room quite thoroughly, ignoring any squishy organics unless stopped.

Cor shrugs carelessly to Zyra and the stands, making a show of stretching luxuriously, nonchalantly facing one of the cameras (if she knows where they are) to show herself off to anyone watching.  She doesn't know if it'll help but having the security guys' eyes on her rather than Zyra can't help.

Her own line of investigation...

Having little idea of what she could do without droids or computers she starts wandering around looking for any sign of either.  She pulls a plain little ring off one of her fingers and wanders, taking the time to pose 'coincidentally' here and there with her arms crossed, pushing her cleavage up a little, or to 'accidentally' drop the ring just where a security camera can view her rear end as she picks it back up.

Running distraction isn't so bad a thing.

B2-CC9's search of the top floor took little time.  He noted that all the rooms were unlocked and none were occupied, save the one Zyra and Cor were sharing.  Security seemed to consist entirely of security cameras in the halls and on the balcony.  Windows all had electronic locks and what seemed like external pressure sensors.

Heading down the stairs, CC9 had barely reached the bottom floor when an electronic voice spoke from above in Basic.

"Halt.  Identify yourself and state your purpose."

CC9 looked up to see a G-2RD series guard droid hovering near the roof above him.