<<Briefing Room - Two hours later>>

Zyra is sitting in the room when Cor arrives.  She's wearing a form-fitting, low-cut dress with a very long slit in the leg.  It does little to hide her features and seems to be a size too small as if she'll break out of it.  Her horns have been gilded with gold leaf, her jewellrey excessive and her make-up elaborate, very much the opposite of her usual appearance.
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Seeing Cor and CC9 she smiles.  Looking approvingly at their attire she explains.

"When Mark chooses a target to blow up, I always like to get as much intel as possible before he does.  In this case we're taking on a planetary sector so I thought it would be useful to have eyes and ears in the government.  I thought about trying to tag the Moff but it's very possible either Mark will target him or the Imperials may replace him if we cause too much trouble.  Besides I found a better target."

"Nirac Foluk the third is a wealthy politician who currently holds the energy portfolio, amongst others.  Whilst this alone makes him a target of interest, he has a rather unique fetish for an Imperial, a taste for exotic alien women.  I have found through a contact of mine, a senior executive for a rather large and exclusive escort agency that Mister Foluk regularly makes use of their services.  I've pulled a few markers and arranged for his next two girls to be replaced by us.  We'll be going in as his latest escorts, CC9 will pose as our protection and jailer.  This is why I want the remote for CC9, it would be customary to give the customer control of the droid, and thus control over us.  It will also make him less suspicious of CC9, freeing him up."

"Before you ask, I don't expect you to sleep with this man.  I plan for us to be long gone before anything like that occurs.  If it comes to that I'll ensure he takes me first.  At the least it will provide the distraction we need.  I want you to slice his systems, get what information you can, especially information we can use to get concessions for Phindar Petroleum.  Better, yet if possible I'd like you to set up a permanent datafeed for us.  Having access to the personal computer of a senior cabinet member would be most advantageous."

"Now the senator is sending a private transport to pick us up.  Since an escort service can't advertise it's presence, the story is we've been dropped off at a local hotel for pickup by the senator's people.  They'll take care of all those pesky problems like spaceports and customs.  We wont have to deal with any of that as the senator can't let us be seen.  He must have some private way of sneaking us on planet.  Learning that will also be valuable for a later stage."

"What do you think?"
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Zyra adds as an afterthought.  "As I mentioned before, don't tell Mark about this.  He's not the biggest fan of me going off alone, especially after the close call I had last week, he REALLY wouldn't like the idea of me going to an Imperial politician's house as a sex worker.  For a fighter jock he's got a big dose of white knight syndrome!"

Cor had a feeling that Zyra was hinting more at 'whore' than 'confident sexual woman' when she was making her request.  She turns up looking quite... different.

Her normally practical outfit is gone.  Instead she wears a slinky black dress that manages to be both classy and sexy, and looks as if it could be pulled off quite easily.  Her legs are encased in long, thigh-high platform boots, her plush lower lip is adorned by a jewelled ring and she wears bracelets rather than wrist-PCs.

To finish off the outfit she wears a pair of stylish wrap-around sunglasses that conceal much of her upper face.

She doesn't walk into the room.  She saunters.  Whether it's an act or she feels more confident in such an outfit it's clear that she's no stranger to the concept of turning people's heads.  Perhaps she wasn't always so scared and broken.

CC9 looks quite different, too.  His matte-black paint job is gone in favour of a deep red, trimmed in gleaming chrome.

The two stand and listen.  Cor doesn't seem at all worried about the dangers regarding the deception.  She nods thoughtfully.

"So this man will want us to... what?  If he has a taste for women that he shouldn't, would he not simply fuck us and ship us off?"  The concept doesn't seem to bother her.

Zyra shook her head.  "If that was all he wanted them I never would have made this plan.  Firstly because I would not ask you to put yourself in such a situation and secondly it would not afford us the time we need.  No, I hear our target likes our presence as much as the sex.  Apparently with prior escorts he has shown them off to his little inner circle, taken them to parties, sometimes bought them expensive gifts, though at other times he has been more. . .violent."

"Speaking of that, we must speak of CC9's role.  I will give you a list of a guardian droid's normal operating parameters and you will need to 'play the role' as it were.  I hope CC9 you're up to such a challenge.  It means you must obey orders from the politician, even if it degrades us, humiliates or even hurts us.  You will protect us from greivous harm or death, that is written into the contract but you must otherwise appear the loyal servant unless ordered otherwise by Cor or myself."

"I will need my primary parameters adjusted slightly for this role to be performed," the droid says immediately, "as currently I am not permitted to harm Mistress Cor unless doing so is in a direct attempt to save her life."

"I can do that," Cor nods readily, though she doesn't relish the idea of being harmed.  "If it comes down to sleeping with him, do not feel you need to protect me.  I will see the mission through," she says firmly.  "Umbaran society has prepared me for worse than sex.  If it would be more beneficial to leave yourself free to attend other matters then that is..."  She glances at CC9 and grins slightly.  "Tactically more advantageous."

"I am hoping neither of us are forced to commit to such activities.  However if it needs to happen it will be me who engages in sexual activities.  You records show you are a far superior slicer than I so could use the distraction to do your work.  My expertise is gathering information, which does include pillow talk."

"Anyway, our ride leaves soon and you have reprogramming to do.  Any other questions before we go?  Your outfit is perfect.  I imagine if any of the boys were left onboard we'd need CC9 to begin his bodyguard role a little early!"

"Ha!  I doubt that," Cor says wryly.  "No other questions.  It all seems very clear.  I will have CC9 ready."  She gives Zyra a small bow of the head and heads toward the door.

Then she stops and half-turns.  "Besides, who says I only like boys?" With that she slips out the door and is gone.

CC9 tromps on out after.

About an hour later an airspeeder arrives at the depot.  The driver says nothing, though he audibly gulps when he sees the trio.  Wether it's from the two exotically dressed females or the heavily armed battle droid is anyone's guess.  Silently he helps load the luggage then wordlessly drives them too their destination, a private airstrip approximately four hundred kilometres distant.  Upon arrival, he again wordlessly helps them unload then flies off.

Less than ten minutes later a luxury space transport lands at the airstrip.

Zyra whistled.  "A Sorosuub 3000.  Well the man has good taste anyway."

The yacht circles once and lands.  Two men, clearly security guards walk over and quickly check over Zyra and Cor's fake ID's and paperwork.  After checking the datacard that CC9 carried, citing his function, the three were led on board and locked in a luxury stateroom, complete with king sized bed, a large whirlpool bath and numerous other amenities.  Security had barely left the room when they felt the repulsors engage and the ship was off again.

Cor sits herself on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs demurely, giving the Zabrak a winsome smile.  "Well, it is hardly surprising that he has good taste.  He hired us, after all."  There seems to be little to do but wait.  With no assurance that the place isn't bugged the Umbaran doesn't ask Zyra any particular questions, though she looks over her own ID as if to remind her of her own 'name'.

Zyra quickly pulled a bug scanner from her bag and scanned the room.  Satisfied the area was clean she put the gear back away.

"Might as well enjoy the amenities." she said with a wink.  Filling the bath and choosing one of the aromatic bath salts, the Zabrak stripped naked, carefully laid her dress on the bed then climbed into the bath and sighed.

"Ahhh.  Fighting a war can be so rough sometimes."

Taking on a more serious look she turned to Cor and CC9.  "This might be our last chance to talk freely.  Once on the ground we'll be under close scrutiny.  Remember our goal is to slice into the computer system and dig up any information that will be useful either to the Talons as a military objective or to us for blackmail purposes.  Be sure to play the role of the dumb prostitute.  Being escorts they'll assume we're brainless bimbos.  Being Imperials they'll think us even lower being non-human.  Keep up that charade if you're spotted anywhere you're not meant to be."

Zyra lowered herself deeper in the water, letting the heat relax her whole body.

Cor nods to Zyra's initial comment but her eyes go very wide as the Zabrak starts stripping.  Very thankful for her mirrorshades she nods, watching Zyra as she moves, keeping her head tilted slightly away so it won't look too blatantly obvious.  Then as she settles in Cor also starts taking her clothes off.  She's not wearing any underwear, which makes the task much more swift.

She folds her clothes up and puts them on the bed as she listens to Zyra speak.  "Dumb prostitute.  I should be able to manage that."  Reluctantly she takes her sunglasses off and lays them aside, and comes over to settle into the bath opposite Zyra.

Zyra's eyes roved over Cor's naked body as she lowered herself into the bath.  She then closed her eyes and sighed.

"I could handle this Amelia Starshine's life." she grimaced at the terrible alias she had.  "Well except the whole being a virtual slave forced to cater to the whim of disgusting and perverted men and women across the galaxy that is.  Still, maybe I can have our friend Mister Seven whistle one of these babies up for us."

She reached for a datapad she'd brought over to the bath with her and punched something up.  "Hmm, according to the pilot station we'll be arriving at our port in under two hours.  They must have done a microjump followed by skipping at least three custom checkpoints.  They're violating at least 15 Imperial custom protocols I can think of.  I'm sure Darvin could come up with more.  The perks of being rich and powerful I guess.  Odds are we'll hit planetfall only a few minutes after the others even though we left hours after them."

"Any thoughts or question from either of you?  We may be seperated once we land, I'm n'ot sure.  Keep your comm handy  but limit usage.  You have your objectives.

Cor watches Zyra thoughtfully, blushing very faintly at the woman's roving gaze. She slips into the water a bit more slowly as she notices the attention but then settles and let's out a very soft sigh of her own. "The 'disgusting' I can do without but sometimes I do miss a little 'perverted'. A little." She looks around at the surroundings, partially out of interest and partially to avoid staring, which she knows she sometimes does even without such incentive to do so.

She thinks about the matter of questions and seems quite nervous about being split up. "Do you know why they might split us up, with only one battle droid to keep us in line it seems it may be risky on their behalf."

"Too true." Zyra admitted.  "I just like to be prepared for all contingencies.  They might not trust CC9 not all, they may parade him around.  They might keep us under airtight security, we might have total freedom.  We just wont know until we get there."

"Hmm." Cor doesn't seem surprised. "I would suggest ways of keeping ourselves occupied until then but at the moment I am hard-pressed to think of any that do not push the superior-subordinate barrier considerably," she admits. "This man gets rough, you mentioned."

Zyra's face reddened slightly, wether from the heat of the bath or Cor's innuendos were uncertain.  Zyra was silent for several moments.

"Until curcumstance dictates I'm not your superior.  I'm just a simple girl who wanted to get off her homeworld and see the galaxy the only way she was skilled to do so." her tone changed as she spoke, her voice a little higher pitched and inflected with naive innocence, wonder and a little fear. "We're just two girls alone in the universe."

She resumed her normal tone.  "The reports say that on one occasion he got rough with one of the girls.  I wasn't able to get detailed information from my contact.  But since this guy is a regular user of the service I assume he either sticks to the rules or compensates the company very well when the latter occurs."

"When we've finished with our bath and almost to the planey, how likely do you think it is you could splice into the comm system and send a short burst transmission for me towards the planet?  A five-second audio message on the Talon encrypyted frequency.  Want to let Xil know we're here in case we need his team, or vice versa.  I figured since this ship must be fairly invisible, breaking so many Imperial laws, we might as well take advantage of it!"
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"Oh, that should not be difficult," Cor nods.  "Sending transmission pulses is hardly difficult and whether transmissions are monitored or not there are so many stray signals around a planet of this size that not everything can be caught."  Then she edges a little closer in the water, her tone dropping slightly.  "So, speaking of taking advantage of our situation... until circumstances dictate otherwise there is no barrier to break, mmm?"

The girl's attention turned to the door as it suddenly slid open and two men walked in.  They brazenly marched in, showing no interest in knocking or waiting to be invited.

"Well helllo ladies." one of the men drawled, staring blatantly at the naked pair in the bath.  "We thought we'd come sample the goodies before the boss gets you.  I'm sure he wont mind."

"Alert." CC9 immediately moves into action. "StarFox Intergalactic warns that unauthorised access of SFI assets is an illegal infraction of SFI contracts." He moves to block the way between the bath and the two men. "Unless authorised credit is accepted any attempt to access the assets will result in contractual nullification and refusal of subsequent contracts. I am authorised to suggest that this may annoy your employer somewhat."