The next day dawns with no further incidences. Everyone has safely returned to the villa on loan and there were no bombings during the previous night.

Kala had taken the time to rest, and relax a little, and when she awoke, she headed to the bathroom to freshen up. One shower later, and she was ready to meet the day. She had acquired a little bit of information, though she would need some time to confirm it, and was mentally preparing herself to go with Aadun and talk to Brill first, and Sinya second.

After completing his usual morning routine, Aadun stepped out into the more lived in areas of the house.  Hopefully, he has put into motion something that would help oust the Distombe Clan or something that would get them all killed.  Only time would tell.

When he sees Kala already up and smiled at her and said, "Glad to see you're finally around."

"Nice to see you too." Kala said, as she nodded to Aadun. "I guess we all had interesting and informative evenings, so hopefully with everything we've gotten we should be in good enough shape to wrap this up soon, and get off of this rock."

Narik was glad that the night had passed without incident. It either meant that their enemy had lost their trail or they were no longer under threat. He dressed and then entered the communal area of the villa.

Meeting Aadun and Kala he smiled “it’s definitely good to see everyone still in one piece. So what we planning to do today?” he asked them.

"Yeah, we should go as soon as possible," he responded with a shrug.  "As far as my plans go, today is open.  Whatever you two need help with, I am happy to do so."  He was getting antsy, staying in one place so long.

Varis enters the villa through the front door, accompanied by two other sentients, a Gran and a Bothan. "I was busy yesterday, hiring some additional help. I think with our losses so far on Ryloth, we needed to the advantage.

"This,"<purple> she says, indicating the Gran, <purple>"is Arng Hould.

"And this," she says, gesturing to the Bothan, "is Rorik.

"I expect everyone will contribute to the project. I leave it to the rest of you to bring Arng and Rorik up to speed. I have an appointment this morning to have my appearance changed. I'm too distinctive. By this afternoon, I should have a very convincing disguise as a Twi'lek. I'll want an update when I return."

So saying, she makes her exit.

Nodding to the group as his name was mentioned even though he really didn't need to, considering he was already identified as the "Bothan". Placing a hand on his belt he gives the group a once over, two Humans and a Zabrak. One of them clearly was incharge or lead or what have you this small group. "Well I suggest getting us up to speed fast day light is burning."

Following Varis into the room, having covered the rear watching to see if they have been followed, enters the Gran she meantioned.  The three-eyed, goat-faced alien turns with a fluttering of the hemm of his long duster.  The coat is made from the same soft, heavy fabric used to make all-temperature cloaks.  Only his cloak has been fashioned into a coat with sleeves.  And noticable to anyone who's no fool is a bulge under each arm indicative of packing heat.  The large, obvious bulge of a concealed heavy blaster is a hallmark of the bodyguard who's employer clearly wants it known that she has a bodyguard.

His three eyes move around on independent stalks.  Their black, pupiless eyes slide over everyone else in the room.  It's hard to tell if they're looking at people or through them.  "I take it something happened during the night?  It would explain why your employer seemed so eager to hire me when I meantioned I see perfectly at night.", asks the Gran.

Aadun turned and looked over at the new people that Varis had hired.  He was pleasantly surprised to see a Bothan since he had spent a bit of time on their home planet after he left the colony.  So, he smiled and said, "Hello.  I suppose I should start from the beginning, even though I may not know everything that is going on."

"We were hired in Nar Shadda in order to bring about a chance in rulership here on Ryloth.  The mission parameters were to speak with the children of Ziveri and prepare them for the dissolution of the Distombe Clan's rulership so that they could take advantage of the situation.  We have already met with both Brill and Sinya.  Brill does not wish to work with his sister, Sinya since women are considered second class citizens here.  I had been working on a way to bring Brill around and I'm not sure where we are on that front currently.  Sinya was concerned about what method we would use to bring down the Distombe Clan."

"The easiest option would have been to kill one of the members of the current ruling party.  She does not wish to take part in this if we go through that method, so we have been searching for a less violent option.  The easiest way to do that is to have them declared traiterous, so I have been working on a way to do that as well and have already begun working on a plan."

"With the Imperials implementing a quarantine on the planet and an attack on our previous location the other night things haven't exactly been going to plan.  Anyway, I believe that that is the gist of what is going on.  If anybody has anything to add or any corrections to make, feel free."

The idea of the proving the current rulers as traitorious he found rather funny to be honest. This is due in part to his original line of work being in a field that rather closely followed that line. Heck he was even trained by the bothan spy net to do that sort of thing more or less. "To be honest, finding out peoples dirty secrets was something I used to do rather effectively."

"I did manage to discover something interesting about Sinya, but I have to confirm it to be sure." Kala said, as she nodded to Aadun. "We need to bring the siblings together, those were the orders from Orn. He doesn't want his brothers having any part in the decisions about the city. There has to be something we can offer Brill to get him to agree to the whole thing, and some other kind of incentive we could offer Sinya to convince her that doing this is for the good of the planet."

"I'm Kala Jorn, by the way. I work on the negotiations, and the piloting of the ship, along with other things." She said. There was something in the air, some kind of sweet smell that seemed to be coming from her, making her seem all the friendlier. She ran her hand through her reddish hair, and nodded. "Sorry I didn't get dressed up for this meeting, I wasn't expecting visitors."
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Aadun smirked a bit at Rorik's sentiment and nodded his head.  "Yes, I imagine you are quite skilled in that field," he commented.  He thought about what Kala said for a moment before he shrugged.  "Oh, I had a plan for dealing with Brill, though I put Joron on it.  Since he never came back, we should probably assume that he never got a chance to speak with him.  I'm Aadun Ogden, by the way."

“I’m Narik” the soldier offered his hand in greeting to the new comers “we should stick together from now on, it seems we done little but still managed to accumulate a large number of dangerous enemies”

Arng Hould scratches his chin while his three eyes blink out of unison.  The blinking of his eyes come as a ripple that arc across his face from the left eye, to the middle eye, to the right.  To wink one eye is a quirk in motor control for a Gran.  To be able to wink all three eyes is highly unusual.  While others of his race found the feat amazing, it was also a little grotesque.  Arng found it soothing.

"The toppling of a political dynasty was a subject often on the mind of the family I once served.  Often it is too difficult to target directly the ruler.  They are too well guarded, too well advised, too well financed.  A political leader is like a tower.  To try to knock it over by pushing at its top will take a lot of strength.  But if you weaken its supports, then it would only take a strong gust of wind to knock it over.  The master I once served was one such support, and thus he had to endure several assassination attempts.  I say you leave the rulers alone.  You go after their supports.

"Remaining in power takes money.  Where does this clan's money come from?  Shut down their business operations, and the rulers will fall.  It's like digging out the roots of a tree.  And if those roots spread off-world, the Empire's quarantin helps us.  Though if lies are more your thing, you could always spread the rumor that the Imperial quarantine is the fault of this clan.  Just my thoughts.", Arng explains his ideas in the flat but tough manner.  Though the effect of it actually sounding as tough as the accent is ruined by his high-pitched, nasaly voice.

"I was also quite concerned about the amount of time and effort it could take to topple the Clan's rule rather than just going the easy way out.  However," he began and gave a rather pointed look over at Kala, "My mind has been changed.  I will say this, though, that your idea was exactly what I was thinking.  I have already begun to gather together the resources to begin spreading lies and misinformation involving the current Clan and the Imperial quarantine."

"It helps that the people already suspect that the Distombe are in the Empire's pockets.  I only wished to nudge them further in that direction.  If you have any additional suggestions, I would be interested in hearing them."
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"To any smart person, the Distombe Clan being in the Empire's pocket, and being the cause of the quarantine would sound like two opposing things.  They'd be sure to doubt one or the other as fact.  You don't want to spark a debate over which lie is not a lie.  You want to spark a revolution.  So you have to spread a third lie.  That is that the Empire is letting Distombe trade off-world while putting a stop to the off-world trade of other clans.  And you say that is the real reason for the quarantine.  The Distombe want to starve the other clans into submission.  And from past dealings I've overheard about this world, starvation plus submission equals a thriving off-world slave trade.  If I heard the rulers of my planet were starving my family into submission just so they could force us to have to sell our children into slavery, that would make me mad... really mad... mad enough to start a revolt.", replies Arng to Aadun's path of lies.  "Still, it might take some proof to convince people.  We could either arrange for Distombe freighters to break the blockade, which I have no idea how we could accomplish.  Or you seize a Distombe freighter and plant some evidence like codes to get them through the blockade.  Sound like piracy to you?  Well it is, but there's more than one type of pirate.  We could create the image of ourselves as outlaws with a heart of gold; the real rob from the rich, give to the poor type.  Speaking of codes though, Imperial codes to get us past the blockade would be a really welcome sight.  I have no desire to stay here, and brave either revolt or starvation."
[Private to The Force: When learning that the Empire has come in force to Ryloth, Arng stretches out with The Force to try to feel enemies closing in on their location.  The group's perimeter was breached once at night.  Another attack may come soon.
00:09, Today: Arng Hould rolled 19 using 1d20+13 with rolls of 6. UTF - Sense Enemies]
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Krysten stepped into the room on the tail end of Huold's speech.  She looked back and forth at the newcomers a moment before deciding that they would do.  She mentally shook her head at the amount of turnover that was going on in the team, and they had only been on site for only four days!

At this rate, the entire planet was going to know why they were here, and it was starting to get on her nerves.  Why not just assassinate the clan leaders and be done with it?  She shrugged philosophically to herself and tuned back in to the conversation.

"You lot figure it out and tell me what you want me to do, I was hired as an infiltrator, spy and a gun. I'll leave the figuring out how to topple a reigme to the smart people." He says then calmly walks to a chair sits down and crosses his legs far infront of him as he leans back. He had already added his two cents and told them what he could do. He would let the them figure out how to best use him.

"To prove that they have ships able to leave the system might be biting off a little more then we can chew. Generally, when a system is blockaded or locked down for quarentine, they need some kind of code from the person doing that to show that they are allowed to come and go as they please. I doubt the empire would simply hand over a code like that if we asked nicely. Now, if we can hack into a navicomputer of one of their freighters to show that it had been outside the quarentine and back several times, that might be a bit easier." Kala added. "But, I think with what we've got right now, it's a good start. Rumors might be our best weapon at the moment. Though,  the empire is looking for something, and I wish I knew exactly what it was... "
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The Gran turns his head to the left, and then he turns his head to the right like he's looking or listening for something.  And he does it right after Kala muses about what the Empire may be looking for on Ryloth.  "What's the Empire ever looking for?", he asks rhetorically.  "They're probabily looking to drive off the Hutts and tighten their control over Ryloth's Spice mines."

"The empire is trying to over throw the hutts huh? I have a Jedi Holocron I'll sell you on the cheap." He chimed in, with what he hopped would be a rather pointed statement. The empire isn't dumb enough to try and distrupt the Hutt's. Honestly if rumors he heard were to be believed the Hutts actually help the empire on a regular basis.

The Gran's long, pointy ears and antennea perk up excitedly at the meantion of a Jedi Holocron.  "Really?  How much do you want for this Jedi Holocron?", he asks with what has to be feigned interest that sounds very genuine.  Most likely he's just being greedy because a Jedi Holocron is a rare treasure that could be sold to a collector of rare antiquites.

Narik scratched his chin but maybe Kala had a point “perhaps if we knew what the Imperials wanted we could use it to our advantage” he was thoughtfully for a moment and looked at his companions, all aliens “I doubt any here could infiltrate the Imperials staff except me. I’d need some sort of disguise. Do you think you help with that Rorik?” he looked to the Bothan who had labelled himself a spy.

The Gran's eyes suddenly go wide, all three of them.  This seems to be the universal reaction of surprise.  It's not a bad kind of surprise.  He just realized something.  "Kidding aside, my wealthy Bothan friend, but you may have hit on something with that joke of yours.", he says.  "What is the Empire ever looking for?  Jedi.  It occurs to me that this planet has a lot of remote crags to it.  It would be the perfect place for a Jedi to hide.  If that is the case, you'd be a fool to try to infiltrate the Imperial offices.  They'll be looking for deception of the Jedi kind.  How do I put this delicately?  A friend told me the Empire has special agents trained to look for Jedi.  They can sense any deception.  If the Empire is looking for a Jedi here, they'd have one of these agents here."

He paces the room as he mulls it all out.  "That's got to be it.  Think about it.  The Distombe are supporters of The Empire, right?  So why would The Empire risk harming their relations with the Distombe?  It's got to be something really important; something bigger than politics.  And why blockade this planet?  If it's like you say and The Empire doesn't really care about the Hutts' slave and spice trade, then why use so many ships to create a blockade?  If not illegal trade goods, what do they not want to leave this planet?  Or should I say, escape?", he reasons.
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"Disguises aren't my forte`. The whole being seen thing isn't what I do. I would suggest finding out what they want through other means and just shot those people you need over ruled." He said from his spot on the couch.

There were so many ideas out there now, he gave a long moment to pause before responding at all.  "I've been known to, uh, use disguises.  I suppose I can try to look into that for you, if you like Narik.  We'd have to probably purchase a uniform, make some sort of a trade for it, or we could just kill an Imperial," Aadun responded with a shrug.  There were multiple uses for having one of their own infiltrate the Imperials, though he had very little knowledge about their ability to sense deception.

Narik was a soldier but he didn’t kill indiscriminately, that was one of the reason he quit the Imperial Navy. He shook his head “I don’t think we need to kill someone just for the use of a good disguise” the fact that he abhorred the idea was apparent on his face. He pondered the idea of espionage more however “it’s still worth a shot though, if we could scrounge a suitable disguise up from somewhere” he spoke more lightly. Then facing Rorik he proposed a new idea “if you could infiltrate the Imperial centre of operations unseen whilst I also penetrated it under disguise we would have the advantage of two pairs of eyes and if things got sticky we could come to the others aid” he nodded, confident that this was the way to go forward.

"We'd need to get some kind of access to their computers so that whoever's doing the infiltration would show up as allowed to be at that location." Kala chimed in. "Dressing up is one thing, having an authorization code and such is quite another. Killing a soldier might work, but we would have to alter their data and such to match the file." She finished, as she shook her head slightly.

"There's no guarentee that the imperials will leave here after we effect a regime change either. I agree that making them leave would probably be our best bet, but we also can't let our plots and schemes fall to the wayside."

"Well you couldn't just kill an Imperial Officer." replies Arng Hould to Kala.  "There would be negative consequences, not so much to us, but to the population.  Say the Empire already suspects the locals of harboring a Jedi.  Kill an officer and then you are actively defending a Jedi.  Think of what happened with the Wookiees.  If you thought what the Hutts do to the Twi'leks is bad...

"No, no, you could borrow a uniform.  You know, arrange for one of their officers to become seduced by the pleasures Ryloth offers.  Wine, woman, and spice... a man could loose himself in debauchery for days.  While he's occupied, one of you steals his uniform and ID badge.  It's not like he will report it stolen right away.  He'd be too embarrassed to.  And he's not going to say he was kidnapped when he enjoyed it.  Worst that can come of it is we keep the uniform too long, he gets declared M.I.A., and then he has to explain where he's been the whole time.  Shouldn't be a problem though if you do what you need to quick enough when you report for duty posing as him.  The advantage of a blockade and a planet-wide search is that there are lots of troops marching around.  Most everyone doesn't recognize their fellows by face.  They would have had to have served with him on he same ship.  It's not like infiltrating a local garrison where everyone knows one another."

Narik agreed with Arng Hould “I don’t think that we can ignore the Imperials and should find out what we can about their plans. Arng’s idea could work” he shrugged his shoulders “I’ll give it a shot if the uniform can be acquired” it would be him taking the biggest risk and he was clearly willing. He had the feeling that everyone else also felt the same about the Imperials, whilst the blockade continued all of them would be on guard and their mission would be near impossible to complete.

Aadun smiled and nodded his head.  "Well, it sounds like we're well on our way to a plan now.  If we're all in agreement, let's make it happen," he said and paused for a moment as he thought about the best course of action.  "I suppose our first step would be to figure out where the troops are hanging out.  I'm betting that the locals aren't going to be happy about their presence, so that should be easy.  Then we can make a plan based around that information.  Finding somebody who resembles Narik would probably be best."

"We also need to consider speaking with Brill again."

“It shouldn’t be difficult to persuade Brill to aid us. He must want to know what the Imperials are up to as well. If we can offer to share the information we gather with him it may well aid in our negotiations. His local knowledge and resources will aid us too if he agrees to help. Let's go see him”

"Well I am glad that I could help you come up with a plan.  I'm surprised myself that I could think of such things.  Seems I wasted a talent for crime by being born and bred a bodyguard.  My family would be so ashamed to hear of this new turn in my life.", says Arng Hould.

"Unfortunately, I am not skilled at any of these things.  I am good at seeing danger coming.  Remember that no plan survives contact with the enemy.  So I'll be your lookout.  So who's this Brill character?  Can we trust him?", asks Arng.

"If we're going to do this, I'll help as much as I can. If anyone happens to find an officer who looks remotely like Narik, I'd be happy to assist in capturing him. I can be very persuasive, after all." Kala said, before nodding to Aadun. "But we should head to Brill's place, and see what we can see."

"Yes, but who is this Brill fellow. But considering I am getting paid, I really don't care who Brill is unless I need to empty an energy cell into him. And so I am crystal clear on this our plan is to infiltrait the Empirer facilities on this planet and find out what they want?" He says from his place on the couch that he seems to be spreading across getting ready to lay down on.

"Brill is one of the children of the man who contracted with our employer. The goal is to effect the change of leadership in this city, so that his children can take over." Kala said, as she nodded to Rorik. "He's a traditional Twi'lek male. We need to make it so he accepts his sister on the council that he will be part of when the mission is completed, his father wants it no other way."

"He's a rather important part of our mission, so we have to get him on our side," he commented and hoped that things went a bit better this time.  "If this idea with the Empire doesn't seem to catch his eye, then I think we should point out how much money he stands to make after we're done here.  We can make it sound like he has to work with his sister."

"Oh yes, the 'Sister Problem'!  I should like to chat with this Brill to get his opinions on a little thought I just had.  Some may find it odeous, but it could work.", puts in Arng.  "Here's my thought, and mind you, it is derived a bit from Jedi Philosophy, as little as I know of it.  The Jedi say that we are defined by our actions and choices, not the crude matter of the flesh.  So my thoughts are if a woman acts like a male, and makes choices like a male, then she has the soul of a male.  Her flesh doesn't matter though it seems to these people.  So change the flesh.  Plastic surgury could easily make the flesh reflect the male soul within.  I'd be okay by it, although I am not ruled by ancient tradition that doesn't bend to modern medicine."

Narik laughed at Arng’s suggestion “your plan would have merit if the sister in question had the ambition to be a political leader. Alas she does not even want the position her father covets for her. I guess she would be as unwilling to undergo such surgery”

"Speaking of Sinya, there was something else that I had uncovered during my research," he began and paused for a moment as he gathered her thoughts.  "When I first tried to look into her she seemed so spotless and perfect.  And yet, since her father was ousted from his position you know she has had seven failed assassination attempts against her?  Seems very strange.  Also, the information was well hidden so somebody doesn't want it getting out."

"Seven attempts? That seems a bit high, especially for someone who's father got kicked out of power." Kala said, as she pondered what that could mean. "How about Brill? Also, did you see what kind of circumstances they were, and if anyone was around after each attempt, like a familiar face seen with her or near her?"

"She doesn't want power?  That would make her the best person to have power, in my opinion.  Still, doesn't bode well for her having the soul of a male.", replies Arng.  "As to the assassination attempts, that would only be natural.  Someone else sees her as the best successor.  Her spotless reputation would make her unimpeachable.  Not wanting power would mean that she is unlikely to abuse power.  Clearly she is a good person.  There are always going to be people who don't want to see a good person to come to power.  Gads!  Someone might clean up the corruption!  We couldn't have that now, could we?  Nope, better to see her not survive to assume power than to try to remove her from power later on.  It's easier to kill those who don't have political power than those who do.  These are pre-emptive strikes by someone who wants power.  So who else might succeed if Sinya was out of the way?"

"It's not that." Kala said, as she sighed slightly. "She's a doctor, and she managed to survive seven assassination attempts. Which means, either the assassins were bad at their job, or she could have some kind of insider information about when and where the attempt will be made or..." Kala's voice trailed off. Could that be the reason? "Mabye she's just that lucky?"

Might she have missed something in their earlier encounter? Perhaps. Things seemed to be falling slightly into place, like a well played hand of Sabbaac. She'd need to find out for certian, because this would severly complicate matters.

"Her boyfriend Valsil Olan was with her three of those times and I know next to nothing about him.  He could have helped her survive," Aadun added in to Kala's thought.  "Brill has only had one assassination attempt against him."  The numbers did seem off, especially since Brill was the more likely successor.  He hoped that Brill wasn't the one wanting his sister's head, which would make their talks with him infinitely harder.  "I don't want to say this, but we have to take into consideration that Brill may be trying to kill his sister.  He did seem to hate her considerably the first time we saw him."

"Your forgetting another option or two there Kala, She could be a vicious lady who killed the hell out of her previous seven assassions, or she hired them herself as stagged attempts to give people the impression of any of those trains of thought incase they began to dig on her. It just depends how paranoid you want to take that line of logic." He said now laided out on the couch relaxing with his feet up, looking to employee the never miss a chance to sleep when you can rule of combative actions.

"I wonder though, who gets control over the wealth she has if she met and untimely end?" Kala asked, as she pondered that. "If Brill were to get it, it would certianally be possible for him to be the one who's arranging those attempts."

She nodded at what Rorik had said. "Well, that would depend on how the assassinations were carried out. If it was just one person, it would be infinitely easier for her to remove the threat and survive. How about two, three, or even a bomb placed in a speeder. We need to know more about this, circumstances of the attempts would help to fill in the blanks. But no, I haven't ruled anyone or anything out in this scenario, just part of my insight I have to keep to myself for the moment."

"You know Females on Ryloth must designate a male relative as their heir, generally husband or a blood relative, like sons, father or Brother. Considering her boyfriend status, no husband and likely no children, and a slayen father that narrows down the list rather nicely." He added remembering a little snipit about Ryloth Culture and with the talk that Brill the brother could be trying to kill his sister to claim his inheritance it seemed like something one should point out.
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"It is a possiblity. That is for certian." Kala replied, as she nodded over to Rorik. "There are others... But I'd like to be on my way before I delve into those. I might need your help, Rorik. There is something I need researched, I'd bet between you and Aadun, you could find the information I need, and that would make our getting rid of the empire somewhat better."

"Finally someone is asking me to do something I can do, which just so happens to be finding information." He says as he rotates on the couch from a laying position to one where he is sitting up and looking at Kala.

"I need to find out how many Republic delegations came to dock at this city about ten years ago. The empire is particularly interested in tracking down some ship that arrived here during the clone wars." Kala said, as she nodded over to Rorik. "So, I know what they're searching for, and I think you'll figure it out too."

"Yeah... luck...", responds Arng to Kala's meantion of how lucky Sinya has been.  His response sounds distant like his mind is elsewhere.  And while his mind has been elsewhere during this conversation, he doesn't meantion this time where his mind has wandered off to.  Sometimes pondering is just pondering not worth meantioning.

At the mention of the clone wars Narik started “a delegation that left something here?” he suggested “who was on board?” the soldier who had fought for the Republic Navy during the clone wars switched on his datapad and plugged into the holonet to search for information regarding the history of the clone wars.

Krysten followed the conversation, though she kept quiet.  She had little to add to the conversation, though she was thinking hard.  Her expertise was in combat, and the Machiavellian schemes of the Twi'lek political structure hurt her head when she tried to wrap her mind around it.  She shrugged mentally as the conversation turned towards actually doing something.

"Before we get too much further into this planning, I'd like to bring something up, if I may."

"Republic negotiating teams or delegations during the clone wars either consisted of diplomats..." Kala began, as she sighed a little. "Or Jedi. So, knowing that, which do you think the Empire would rather be interested in?"

She turned around when Krysten spoke up. "Sure. Anyone can add anything to this discussion." She finished, with a smile.

Krysten removed her helmet, making sure that she could make eye contact with the people she was speaking too.

"I'd like to bring up that our VIP's on this mission have been showing a disturbing lack of thought in regards to the fact that they have been moving about with no bodyguards.  We have been made painfully aware that we are targets of someone's ire here on Ryloth, and the fact that not only our mission commander but one of our few pilots have been putting themselves at grave risk by going out alone is, quite frankly, unacceptable.  I was hired as a bodyguard who can do more than tote a gun on this mission, and I would be remiss in my duties if I let this trend continue.

"I would like to request that our VIP's, specifically Kala, Aadun and Varis have one of the bodyguards assigned to this mission with them at all times.  Granted, they can take care of themselves in general situations, but I dislike the idea of anyone being by themselves when our enemies have made their intentions so clear."

Her voice was even and soft, but firm.  It was obvious she had been thinking about this for some time.

"I can agree to that, but there might be a time that I might need a bodyguard to say, stay outside a room while I conduct some... negotiation." Kala replied, as she nodded to Krysten. "Would that be an acceptable compromise?"

"I've said my part.  The rest of my thoughts are mere guesswork.  I'd rather get more information before we make more plans.", puts in Arng with a tone of finality.  "Now we better stop discussing this here and get a move on.  When you have enemies coming after you, it is best to keep moving."

Aadun kind of sighed.  "Am I really a VIP?" he asked and winced.  "I'm not really complaining, but I hate to have to be followed everywhere I go from now on.  I will though, for the sake of the credits."

Krysten nodded at Kala's qualification.

"Standing outside a room while you conduct negotiations is one thing.  Standing here in the house when you need backup in a hurry is another.  We can rotate the bodyguard schedule, but we also need to make sure our movements are randomized to prevent our opponents from being able to reliably lay in an ambush for us."

She turned and looked at Aadun.

"As much as you don't like it, yes.  You're our computer expert, and you're the one we're going to turn to if we have to hack in to a mainframe or crack an electronic lock quietly.  If you're in a known 'safe' area, you won't have to be followed around, but out and about, if you're jumped by more than one or two, having an extra blaster is going to be more than helpful, it'll be vital."

Aadun simply nodded his head when Krysten explained her thoughts and then found a place to sit.  He wasn't going to argue with her, though he was obviously bothered by this.  He  had done worst for credits, so sucking it up was probably for the best anyway.

"We should probably get going soon."

"You guys have fun gaurding your very important people, I have palms to grease, drunks to ply with booze and information to pry from the minds of those in the world. Like those at the port athority." He said still sitting on the couch.