Kala had taken her time in piloting the ship in. Luckily, she didn't have to make many snap movements, since their lane was clear enough that she could probably fit a Corellian Corvette through without much effort.

As she spotted the Star Destroyers, she gave an inward sigh. She hoped there wouldn't be too many Imperial entanglements while she was on the planet. "Ever been to Ryloth before Narik?" She asked, trying to strike up a conversation as she continued the approach procedures.

The room had aleady begun to feel like home even though the stay wasn't too long.  When the ship landed, Aadun found himself almost longing to be able to stay right where he was and sleep a while longer.  It could also be because he didn't feel like working to make his credits, but that was something else entirely.  He stood up and slowly gathered the things he felt like he would need before stepping out of his room and wandering up to the common room in order to wait for some of the others.

As long as nobody was around, he keeps his shoulders slumped forward and took his time, but as soon as he comes into contact with somebody else, his posture improves and he looks a bit more presentable.  He remembered vaguely that he was supposed to be the Chief of Staff, so he had remembered to dress nicely and appear well put together.

Disembarking not long after the others, Joron Sarrus makes his way down the ramp and to the rest of the group. His appearance is contrary to that of the short journey to the twi'lek home world. He appears aloof, dressed for business and any bruises he might have suffered via sparring in the weapon salon remain hidden. Looking to the group of five sentients, he eyes them warmly but says not a word. After all, this was Varis' show, and he was but an aid.

Before he exited the starship Narik shook his head at Kala ”no, should be quite an adventure” he paused and whispered to her ”look out for yourself, don’t trust anyone not even Varis” he warned as her as he left, ”I should be back soon” he spoke louder.

Of the five beings in the hangar, three are twi'leks, and two are human. Two of the twi'leks and one of the humans are dressed in uniforms, indicating they are security personnel. The remaining human and twi'lek are dressed in business attire, with the twi'lek sporting a pin on the lapel of his jacket which indicates he works for the Marquis. The human has a Sienar Fleet Systems security badge.

The human walks up and greets Varis, taking her hand to kiss, and they move off alone to have a conversation. The twi'lek smiles at the rest of you and speaks, "I am Anwara Olan, manager of the Olan Marquis Hotel, and chief of security. Welcome to out hotel. I hope your stay is productive, safe, and comfortable. May I ask which of you is Chief of Security Narik? We have some security concerns which need to be discussed. One of my associates here will show the rest of you to the penthouse, which is yours for the duration of your stay."

Kala stood up, the landing finished. She nodded to the other crew as she left the cockpit, and headed for her room. She wondered what an aide to the chief ambassador would wear, and decided on something professional. She only took a small bag with her, as she could bring in her other items later, and waited for Varis by the boarding ramp.
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Her armor dulled once again, Krysten stepped off the transports ramp, maintaining the image of a calm, cool, collected and well-paid Mando bodyguard.  She simply watched, and said nothing.

"And to you a fortuitous and lucrative future," Courteous and well-mannered, Joron bowed graciously to Anwara before he continued speaking. "We thank you for your hospitality, Anwara Olan, you have a lovely hotel." When the twi'lek inquired where their chief of security was, the noble inclined his head in his direction - or the direction he should be - then bid the manager farewell and good day then sauntered to one of the associates so that he might be guided to the penthouse.

Kaiten, still in plain robes, walks down the ramp. He is quiet as he follows the others, his eyes scanning the hangar warily. He seems to have been spooked by the appearance of the Imperials in orbit.

The associate bows politely. "If you will follow me, ladies and sirs."
He leads the group the rear of the hangar, where there is a private turbolift. He hands out passkeys from his jacket to each of those he is leading. "These keys will give you access to the penthouse, hangar, and all of the public levels. There is also a private lounge which you may access with these keys. Please contact us if there is anything we can do to make your stay more comfortable. Additionally, the keys will allow you access to the lobby levels located in the lower sections of the hotel."

He slides the key into a reader and then presses the button for the penthouse. The doors open just a few moments later, and the turbolift is so smooth it doesn't seem like you've even moved.

The penthouse foyer is exquisite, tasteful, and obviously ridiculously expensive. Rare and exotic woods are in evidence in every piece of furniture and there is seating for twenty.

Leading you through the foyer, the common areas are spacious with high ceilings featuring murals and much carved stone. The theme of the whole dwelling is antique. All of the floors here are marble with rugs and runners serving to dampen some of the echo from the high ceilings. "The acoustics in the penthouse are such that it is extremely difficult, if not impossible, for listening devices to function. Even with this, and the fact that our cleaning stuff are thoroughly vetted, we sweep daily. Your privacy is guaranteed during your stay."

He takes you on a brief tour, showing you the entrance to the master suite, and all of the guests suites, which number twelve, each with its own private refresher and in-floor bathtub. There is also a wide variety of green plants in planters and small tasteful water features with gurgling fountains.

"Your security detail will be quartered on the level below, which is accessible through a private turbolift and stairwells. There is also a kitchen in the lower level if you desire to cook your own meals, but otherwise all of your meals will be prepared by our chefs."

He shows you a garden terrace as well, which is on the opposite side of the building as the hangar entrance. "The terrace is shielded for your safety, and it is quite nice and green outside, however there is, sadly, very little view, just more buildings."

When he finishes the tour, he asks, "Do you need anything else?"

It took him a few more minutes than he would have liked to calm his nerves and get himself under control.  He figured it was about time to head over to the turbo lift, so he pulled himself together and stepped off of the ship.  He allowed himself a moment to look around the hangar before he steps forward.

Aadun, being a few minutes late, gets off the ship about the time that Narik and Varis are finishing up with their greetings and initial security discussions.

Varis is speaking to Narik in low tones as they walk towards the turbolift. She glances up and smiles at Aadun. "Running a little late, Aadun? Come on, you can head down to the penthouse with us. I have a particular situation that your computer skills might improve."

She leans in close to him as they board the turbolift. [Private to Aadun Ogden: I need you to use the security panel in our penthouse to get access to the system for the entire hotel. I want to use their systems, but they have denied us permission.] She leans back. "Think you can handle that?"

Aadun hadn't been standing at the end of the turbo lift very long, before Varis notices his arrival.  He grinned in response to her query about his lateness, but he didn't give any sort of an explanation.  He leaned in towards her as she was speaking to him, listening to her request.  Once she was done he nodded curtly and says, "Certainly.  Just lead the way."

Varis enters the penthouse from the turbolift, Narik and Aadun in her wake. She makes a brief tour, checking that all is in order. The associate is properly obsequious, and she dismisses him before telling Narik to take Aadun 'belowstairs' and show him the security terminal.

Narik apparently has a map on his datapad because he consults in briefly, and then gestures to Aadun to follow him. They head to a mirrored panel in the foyer, which slides back when Narik presses a catch next to it. There's a stairwell behind it and they walk downstairs.

"The master suite is mine, naturally, but the rest of you may put your things wherever you like. Everyone, save Narik, is free of official duties this afternoon. I hope you manage to turn up something interesting. Good luck."

She starts to turn away, but then stops. She drops five credit chips on the table. "Each of these has two thousand credits. Don't lose them. And don't worry about Narik, because he already has his."

She walks to the master suite.

Kala had followed the others with her small suitcase. As Varis explained everything, She took it in with a nod. Why people would make places like this was beyond her, but she came from a different lifestyle then this. 'You'll just have to get used to this, and tough it out...' She thought.

Walking over to the table, she picked up one of the credit chips, and put it in one of her pockets. She was a little suprised that Varis handed Narik his, but not Aadun, if they were both going downstairs, wouldn't it have been easier? If that was the case, she would simply take a seat, and make sure that Aadun received his fair share, not that she trusted him or anything, but he was a team member, and she wanted to make sure no one got slighted.

Long and dexterous fingers accepted the key as hazel eyes kindly thanked the hotel employee. Special keys for special guests, it was not unlike when he arrived to the casino and became a ward of the crime lord. Sometimes, uncertainty was a bell, a sound that caused him to question his actions that day. Desperate, he was desperate and in need, though he didn't quite look it and now he was more or less an errand boy performing demeaning work with the working class. However, even as his mind voiced those opinions, it found comfort that the Duchess, too, had to take part in this mission.

As Joron Sarrus followed the assistant out of the turbolift, he drank deeply the scenic beauty that was the penthouse suite. If Jaerad Kienaan's casino contained acceptable lodgings for someone of his taste and stature, this hotel was on an entirely different level. With the advent of Human High Culture aside, there were some things a human just couldn't help but admire. Even for a species that had yet to develop their own means of interstellar travel, twi'leks possessed things that were to be commended... or at least subtly admired and discussed with peers. Art was but one of them.

Though ears paid haphazard attention to the guide, the noble's mind wandered. A student of galactic history, art, and lore, every exquisite antiquity called to him. Occasionally he would lag behind their guide, his steps slowing just enough to sate personal curiosity in one piece or another. There were times, many times, being submersed in so much beauty would have pleased him but the more he thought about it, the more he grew to miss the humble collection of antiques and art aboard his vessel. His chambers were a place to relax and meditate during a journey and now...now he was without this precious things.

When the guide mentioned listening devices and their staff performing daily sweeps, the young ward might have looked to Aadun and perked his brow but the Zabrak was nowhere to be found. Strangely, his gaze settled upon the visage of a rather spooked Kaiten. Before, he seemed calm, even assure of himself and his role in their little plan, but now...now he was like a wounded child. Through narrowed eyes and disillusioned vision, he pondered idly what the cause may have been. Perhaps it was something he might ask him later?

"Thank you. We at the KDC value your hotel's diligence and will always keep it in mind for future business prospects on your planet." Neither flattery nor a lie, the words the dark haired gentlemen spoke were true. Privacy they valued and privacy they attained. Should the Olan Marquis Hotel fail in that regard, he had a feeling that Varis and Jaerad would not hesitate to choose a more secure location. When asked if there was anything else, Joron smiled and shook his head, giving the twi'lek his thanks before turning to see Varis and the others enter.

"Naturally," he said with a grin and a coy look as if to say he hadn't staked a claim on it...yet.

Sauntering to table, Joron scooped up a single credit chip with a look of indifference then slipped into a pouch on his belt.

"If you need us..." Though they were here for different purposes, he and Kala were still the lady's aides for the duration of their stay. If she needed anything, all she needed do was ask.

Suddenly, without concern for whatever damage it might cause Kaiten's ego, polished shoes twisted as hazel eyes narrowed to confront the fidgety basket case. "All right, you've been acting strangely since we landed! What's gotten into you? Don't tell me you just remembered a debt you owe or someone on Ryloth you crossed that will cause us problems..." As Kaiten's detail oriented roommate, it was unavoidable that Joron would notice the not-sosubtle change. However, what Joron did not know, was his insipid roommate's true identity...

Kaiten eyes Joron speculatively and with little attempt to veil his contempt for the noble. "When it is your business, I'll tell you. I have never been to Ryloth, so there's no worry that someone here would cause you trouble. I'll do my job and you do yours."

"Someone come find me when we're ready to go do something." So saying, Kaiten turns on his heel and stalks to a bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Varis opens the door to the master suite a few minutes after she has left. She's wearing a dressing gown and is apparently in the process of changing for her meeting. "Anwara just contacted me to let me know he's sending up a bounty hunter I requested. I'll interview him and if he's suitable, he'll assist you here. He's familiar with Ryloth and he's supposed to be a little more... tame, than most of them, perhaps even cultured, we can hope. You can pre-screen him out here and give me your opinions before I hire him."

With that, she disappears back in to her quarters again.

Palming one of the remaining credit chips, Krysten looked around at whomever was still in the same room with her.

"Who's going to the cantina?  I could use a drink, and maybe a little intel."

"I wouldn't be averse to hitting a cantina with you. Though, let me know if I need to wear something to dissuade some of the more... rowdy people." Kala replied, as she smiled at Krysten.

She shrugged.

"I'll be in armor, possibly minus helmet.  That should be enough to dissuade anyone thinking of being rowdy."

The turbolift chimes to let the occupants of the penthouse know that it is arriving on the floor. When the doors slide open silently, Anwara is standing there with a human male. Anwara steps out, and bows slightly. "I have the honor of introducing Thallas Arno. Lady Varis requested that I seek out a bounty hunter who would be of assistance here in Kala'uun. I was instructed to bring him up immediately for an interview."

Suddenly, the mirrored panel in the foyer opens up again and Aadun steps out.  He closes the door behind him, turns and just looks around to see who is still about.  He grins happily to himself as if there was some private joke that nobody else was let in on.  "Hello everyone," he says and walks over to where his new comrades were gathered.  "Did I miss anything fun?"

Thallas stepped out of the turbolift and looked the room and its occupants over. He tried to keep his emotions to himself, and be as calm as usual; yet he was evidently pleased by the opulence of the room.

"Greetings," said he, "Glad to be of help, ladies and genlemen."

Only when the human entered through the turbo lift did the grin on Aadun's face subside.  He turns and looks at the new man critically for a moment, before his face softens.  "Greetings.  Did you need anything?" he asks, wondering if there really had been something he missed.