<<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."

"Shut up tin can." said the first man, waving an item at CC9.  Cor recognised it as the droid remote, the one they'd handed over on arrival on the shuttle.

There is a slight shudder that runs through the tin can in question and he stops moving. "Hostility noted," the droid announces immediately. "Contracts will be cancelled. Have fun finding a new job, meatsack." Then he stills, lights fading out.

With CC9 shut down, the men turn their attention back to the girls.

Zyra begins gasping and crying, her back to the men.  "But you can't do this.  I mean, you're not allowed.  Against the rules.  Kyd help us please."

She continues to sob and shiver, wading over to Cor and embracing her, as if the Umbaran can protect her.  She brushes her lips against Cor's ear and whispers, "Distract the one without the remote, I'll take the mouthy one."

She continues to groan and clutches Cor..  "They can't do this."

Cor blinks very slowly, as if she doesn't understand what's going on. Her hands tighten around Zyra in a brief squeeze to show she's heard and understood, and as the men advance her face blossoms with sudden understanding. "No, wait, uh. Bad idea, right? Really bad." Her voice has a very different inflection, her Umbaran accent less obvious. "You don't need to do this, right? Kyd's gonna come back on soon I think, last time it was only off for, like. A minute. I think. Uh." She looks desperate but then seems to have an idea. "Look, my contract's not locked, see? And if you turn Kyd back on he'll see you haven't touched us and your boss won't fire you. And then you can, like, negotiate with Kyd and hire me, yeah? All nice and legal?" The last sentence holds a certain persuasive tone, showing the Umbaran is willing if everything's done right. "Her contract's locked but mine's not, okay?"

The man with the remote laughs.  "You think I'm that stupid missy?  No, you'll please us all we like.  Our boss is paying for you, so we've got every right to you whores."

Zyra suddenly leaps up, crying "No!" and runs to one corner of the room, huddling in a corner, making no attempt to hide her nudity.  She sobs there saying "Can't do this." over and over.

"No, uh, see..." She steps out of the bath. "Our contracts are with your boss, right? Surely this ain't worth your jobs?" She fidgets. "You do it our way, it's all legal. You don't and Kyd's th'least of your worries, right?" She waves a hand. "Can't imagine he got all this by bein' charitable..."

Cor is nervous. She knows she can't push the point much more or she's going to seem actually smart rather than just streetwise.

The man with the remote laughs at his friend.  "She's a mouthy one.  I think we need to teach this bitch her place."

The men begin circling the spa, evidently planning to drag Cor out of the water.  Zyra continued to cry in the far corner mumbling and sobbing.
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Cor starts moving around, trying to get to a point where Zyra's behind the one with the remote. As they're trying to stay either side of her, and she's pretty bad at combat, she preferably tries to work it so that the one without the droid caller has his back to CC9. These humans aren't as smart as she'd hoped. Now she hoped they were just stupid - or confident - enough. "Well, shit," she mutters, "I tried."

Cor climbs out of the water and backs away from the men who prowl her, looks of undisguised lust on their face.  They were herding her towards the bed.  She hadn't even been able to grab a towel and the water dripped off her body.

At the far side of the room, apparently forgotten by the lust-driven men, Cor noted that Zyra was signalling to her.  The Umbaran noticed that the Zabrak had something small in her hand, a bottle of some sort.  Zyra was continually repeating the same gestures: pointing at the man with the remote then at herself.  She did this several times and then slid to the floor and fell back into her act apparently distraught and sobbing.

Cor tries to get remote-boy closer to Zyra.  What did she want to do, hit him from behind?  Drug him with smelling salts?  She tries to sense Zyra's motives, though quickly.  She knows CC9 won't stop her from being hurt.  She also knows that bruises show up on her pale skin pretty easily.


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Ahh.  That's what she wants.  The only downside is Cor can't get past the guys and closer to Zyra.

She thinks for a few seconds and then, lacking much in the way of other options, pushes herself toward the guy who doesn't have the remote, half-curling her naked form against his chest.  It's a dangerous tactic but one that's worked countless times before, particularly when faced with arrogant predators - the Brer Rabbit Gambit.

"All right, okay," she says in a shaky voice.  "I'll do whatever you want, but..."  Cor throws a look at the other man, the one with CC9's fake remote.  "Just... please don't touch my friend."  And with that her eyes flick down, perhaps a touch dramatically, to stare pointedly at Zyra.
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The guy with the remote stops suddenly and grabs his friend's shoulder.

"You know, there's two girls in here so why are we both going for this one?  I'll go and show old horn girl over there a good time.  Enjoy yourself."

The other guy only grins as he grabs Cor tightly and begins kissing her, running his tongue all over her face, mouth and neck as he dragged her towards the bed, tugging at his pants.

Meanwhile, the first human stalks towards Zyra who continues to sit in the corner, moaning to herself, seemingly oblivious to her nakedness.

"Don't worry love." the man says, "I'll make you forget all your troubles.".
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Cor goes along willingly enough, kissing back hesitantly when the man's lips are close enough.  She doesn't fight, doesn't even object, falling quite silent as the man, well, manhandles her.

Zyra continued to put on her scared girl act until the man was standing directly before her.  She'd chosen her position against the wall carefully as she'd wanted him standing in a certain position.  At his feet was a large puddle of bath oil.  While the oil proved very relaxing in a bath, it had anothe purpose, it reduced friction.

Looking up at the man she groand as if scared.  "You wont hurt me will you?  KYD wont allow that.  See, he's coming over." she pointed in the direction of CC9.

The man couldn't help but reflexively turn to look.  As he did so Zyra swung her leg aroung with all the force she could muster, jamming into his heels.  The force, combined with the puddle of oil he was standing him was enough to send the man sliding backwards to the ground.  Moving quickly, Zyra ensured his head met the ground with an agreeable crack.

Then she screamed loudly, "Help, help!  He's tripped and hit his head.  There's blood.  Oh does someone know first aid?  KYD does, I'll activate him.  Get over here KYD."  With the last comment she rummages through the man's pockets and activates the faux remote for CC9.

Immediately CC9 springs into action.  "Chaperone droid designated B2-KYD3 reactivated and displeased," the droid states in exactly the same flat tone he always uses.  He lifts his blaster rifle and marches over to the bed, pointing the weapon directly at the man's head - on Stun, but the human probably doesn't know that.

"Get.  Off."

The man who'd been attempting to rape Cor had still been struggling with his pants when his friend had hit the floor.  He'd been too engrossed in what he was doing to see any of it, but he couldn't mistake Zyra's scream.  Turning in suprise, he barely saw the Zabrak frantically shaking his colleague, who himself was lying on the floor, blood oozing from a scalp wound, before a battle droid had a blaster pointed at him.

Totally shocked, all thoughts of sex melting away he backed away from Cor, hands up and pants around his legs.  The state of his genitalia indicated that any thought of sex had evaporated from his mind.  In fact it looked like he needed a 'fresher for another bodily function.

"As previously stated: Any attempt to access StarFox Intergalactic assets without authority will result in contract nullification.  Get your friend and get out.  This transgression will be reported."

The blaster rifle is trained on the man's chest, following him perfectly.

"Next time consider paying."

The man mumbled something but said nothing as he pulled up his pants, grabbed his friend and helped drag him from the room.  After a minute or so they were gone.

CC9 moves off to the side of the room without further comment once the two humans have fled.

Cor, still lying on the bed, lets out a slight breath of relief she hadn't realised she'd been holding and relaxes slightly.  Then she rolls upright with surprising grace, steps off the bed and comes over to Zyra.  "Are you all right?  Did he hurt you?" she asks with obvious and genuine concern.

As soon as the men were out, Zyra sprang to her feet and grabbed a robe.  All signs of distress were gone and were replaced with a grim determination the Zabrak developed when busy planning.

"We need to be quick.  CC9, get on the comm and report this to the ship's captian immediately.  That would be standard procedure and it works to our favour.  Report the 'violent and unprovoked attack' and how your charges have been traumitised.  Add the customer is required to provide you with a few days to recover from this ordeal before any services are offered else the contract is terminated.  That should give us the time we need on planet without having to put up with any more horny males."

"Cor, get dressed and be ready.  Remember both of you, the man near me tripped on a slippery surface and cracked his head.  I distracted him and then belted him hard enough he should be hazy.  Even if he remembers what happened I doubt he'll mentioned some prostitute beat him up.  He'd be a laughing stock."

"Now I have experience in playing different roles so I'll stick with the distraught emotional wreck.  You'd better be the calm one.  You're probably used to this kind of treatment and can handle it better.  Show anger that they didn't pay and they weren't part of the contract."

Once that's done we need to get that comm call prepared then be ready for landing."

"By your command."  There are a few beeps and quiet pings from the droid as he connects to the captain's comm and reports the assault.

Cor sighs very slightly and nods, hurrying over to dry and then dress quickly.  "Do you know," she says idly in a jovial tone, "I did hope that the first time I got some kind of physical intimacy in five standard galactic years that it would be a little better than that."

Zyra grinned.  "Well since I have good standing with Starfox Intergalactic, perhaps I can arrange for your own private escort for a few days free of charge.  They have a vast array of species, both genders appealing to various tastes.  I think you'll have earned a little holiday by the end of this."

About fifteen minutes after the 'incident' there is a knock on the door and a man walks in, wearing a uniform of an unfamiliar civilian cut.  He looks around the room then addresses CC9.

"I am Captain Thanas.  I would like to formally apologise to your employers about this incident.  Please assure them that the men will be severely disciplined once planetside.  I have contacted my employer and he will abide by your terms for two days rest for your. . .merchandise.  He refuses to consider financial recompense as your property was not damaged.  He states his long standing relationship with your organiastion should be testimont to that."

He points to a chrono on the wall.  "We will be in planetary comm range in fifteen minutes.  I shall open up an external comm line for you in twenty.  Relay that message to your employers.  Hand over your remote to me.  I will keep it until I can hand it directly to my employer.  That way it will not make it's way into wayward hands again."  He holds out his hand for the device.

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.

The battle droid observes the small guard for a few moments before responding, calculating the likely threat this small floating object might pose.

"Unit designated B2-KYD3, Baktoid B2 Super Battle Droid, currently assigned as bodyguard for StarFox Intergalactic.  Purpose: Security observation.  I am programmed for military-grade security protocols and must assess this location for possible threats to StarFox Intergalactic property due to one attempted incursion en route."

CC9 stares at the hateful little thing.  This thing's programming might become exceedingly problematic, or it might identify the battle droid's assessment of the facility's security as being perfectly logical.  Depending on the programming quirks the droid may or may not have it might even become downright boastful about its job.

"Hold.  Confirming."  The G-2RD says.

It goes silent.  Logically it is communicating with some security personnel or computer.  About a minute later it speaks again.

"Identity confirmed.  You are authorised to access all Level 1 areas within the premises and grounds.  You are not permitted to leave the perimeter of the property.  Level 2 and secure areas are off limits.  Your charges are confined to the upper floor of this building, areas nine and fifteen unless approved by security personnel."

"Security zone information can be obtained from the security office."

The G-R2 falls silent and continues on its rooftop patrol.
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As the irritating little half-assed fourth degree droid goes on its way, so does CC9.  Pff.  'Security' droids.  Catch one in a proper firefight...

Once downstairs the droid notes any further security droids and cameras that might be about, and then commences stalking about.  Typically, the security droid shows zero initiative; certainly he, CC9, can obtain information regarding the zones from the security office.  As an outsider droid, however, he doesn't know where the security office is.  And he intends to use that to his advantage.

A huge and imposing sight, he stalks through the lower floor, noting fleshy guards and their armaments, as well.

B2-CC9 continues his patrol.  He passes a few organics, all of whom look like servants; a cleaner, butler, cook, etc.  He passes a door with an elaborate looking electronic lock near the front door.

As he continues his wanderings he passes a door, also with an elaborate lock and a sign that says 'Security Office' on the door.

CC9 peers about curiously.  No meat-guards?  Odd.  No other droid guards either...  Stopping at the security door he looks for a doorbell type buzzery thing.  If there isn't one, he knocks.  No point trying to open a door with a huge lock on it.

A simple audible 'click' indicates that someone has unlocked the door.  Stepping through B2-CC9 walks into the small security station.  A large flat panel screen that covers most of one wall has sixteen different camera displays upon it.  Against another wall is a large locked cabinet, the kind usually used to store weaponry.

Sitting in a chair, his legs on the bench sat a middle-aged overweight human who B2-CC9 thought logically must be a guard.  He didn't look like a capable soldier, but he wore a different uniform then the other staff and he had a blaster pistol on his belt, a stun baton sat on the desk next to him.  He seemed absorbed with some holovid on a small screen, rather then the security cameras.  He was talking through a headset commlink to someone.  Seeing CC9 he stopped.

"Just a sec.  Got the whore's droid in here.  Get back to you."

He slid off his chair and moved over to CC9.  "Super battle droid huh?  Haven't seen one of your sort since the Clone Wars."

He pointed to a small data terminal to the side with a map of the house and grounds on it.

"Check that out rust bucket.  Green zones you can move around.  Yellow and Red Zones you can't.  I catch you there, you're scrap metal.  Your whores stay in the bedroom or the theatre room upstairs.  They only leave when the boss is having his fun with them.  Got it clanker?  Now get out."  He returns to watching his holo, picking up a bag of deep fried and salted potato products and commences eating.



OOC:  The guy is a typical slovenly security guard.  Thinks he's a big man because he has a gun and a badge.  Obviously picks on droids because he knows (or thinks he knows) they wont do anything about it.

The big screen shows every camera in the facility.

CC9 observes the zones on the screen.  He makes no comment regarding his level of rust.  He doesn't comment on the guard referring to the girls as whores - they are, or at least are pretending to be, so he sees the statement as factual.  Instead he observes and records the likely location of each camera, and also briefly notes how much attention the guard is paying to them.

One shows Cor bending over to pick up a ring.  The appeal of the sight is utterly lost on the droid.

Having scrutinised the screen he straightens and turns to the guard.

"Your assistance has been noted and catalogued as 'most informative'.  I shall report your excellent and professional efficiency to my superiors upon my return to StarFox Intergalactic.  Have a nice day, organic guard."

Then he turns on his heel and marches out, ducking to get through the human-sized door.  The insults meant nothing in particular to CC9, except that the human clearly underestimates the battle droid, which works to his advantage.  But still...  At least the security droid was doing its job.

Having left the security room he then patrols the rest of the lower floor, in and around every single room he's permitted into.  He takes close note of every detail that might be pertinent - cameras, guards, droids and guards' reactions and temperaments, that kind of thing.
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CC9's reconnisance took less then a few minutes.  Having noted the camera views from the security room he was quickly able to discern the locations off all the cameras on the floor.  Most were designed to be unobtrusive and the droid knew it would have missed one or two if not for his 'insider information'.

The house was quiet.  A cook worked quietly in the kitchen and looked startles as the battle droid walked through.  A servant droid was cleaning the floors, another washing dishes in a sink while a human cleaner was cleaning silverware taken from an ornate mantlepiece.  A maintenace droid moved through the rooms routinely testing equipment.

Then there was the security droid.  While it patrolled through the rooms, remaining high and unobtrusive, CC9 calculated he was seeing it too often for a random patrol pattern.  The droid was keeping a sensor on a potential threat.  Clearly the droid was capable of some processing power.  More then that human guard who seemed to be the only other form of semi-sentient security within the house.


OOC:  So only handful of servants and serving droids in the house.  One guard and one guard droid.  Whole heap of cameras but not much else security inside. 

CC9 pauses in the middle of a corridor while within visual range of the security droid, without looking at it.  Then he pulls out his blaster rifle and runs a routine check on it, including making sure the power cell is charged and ready to go.

If that doesn't raise the battle droid's comparative threat level in the security droid's assessment then not much would other than using the rifle.

Without looking around he waits to see if there's any response from the security droid, blaster rifle in hand.

The moment CC9 drew his rifle the guard droid spoke.

"Unit B2-KYD3.  You have drawn a weapon in violation of security protocols.  Power down your weapon or you will be fired upon.  Security has been alerted."

There is a certain sense of satisfaction in CC9's positronic brain.

"I have drawn my weapon with the intent of performing a weapons check, directly in line with my security protocols."  He completes the check as he speaks and then removes the power cell, holding it out to indicate it has been removed.  "Your diligence is noted, but unprovoked violence will incite the same in return, security model G-2RD.  My weapon is now powered down.  Further aggression is... ill-advised."

The droid responded less then a second after CC9.

"Unit B2-KYD3.  You have drawn a weapon in violation of security protocols.  This has been reported to security."

About thirty seconds later, B2-CC9 registered that someone had activated his 'remote'.  The command was supposed to make him immediately move to the the remote's location (in this chase the security office).  It had no effect on CC9 other then to indicate the intention.
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CC9 immediately 'obeys' the remote's demand, holstering his weapon as he goes.

"Idiot," he states as he passes the security droid.

And thusly he does come to the security office.  He halts outside it.

B2-CC9 has only been standing at the door about ten seconds when the door clicks and he gets another 'order' from the remote to enter the security office.  Complying he finds the guard is actually standing and has put his chips down.

"Have your gears corroded?" the security guard yells, though not so loud the rest of the house would hear.  "Drawing a weapon in the middle of the house.  I don't care what your reasons were, you do not draw your weapons at any time.  This isn't the Clone Wars clanker.  In fact the only reason you're not powered down in the closet is the damn contract."  He seems to ponder.

"Leave the rifle here clanker.  I'd take the pistol too but the whores apparently need to have an armed protector.  Dunno what you're gonna protect them from."

"So put the rifle on the bench.  You can retrieve it when you leave.  Your pistol stays on stun, the safety on and in your holster unless some imaginary bad guys attack your girls.  Understood?"

He clicked the remote again.  An unnecssary gesture as the remote was already supposed to compel all commands of the wielder unless it put the girls' lives at immediate risk of harm.

CC9 obediently places the rifle on the bench.  Then he strides over and looms over the guard, half an inch from the man.

"Your orders have been received.  Your orders have been complied with.  However: my presence here is not exclusively to protect the whores.  My presence is to protect and defend StarFox Intergalactic assets - and that includes myself."  He leans over a little more.

"Whilst that remote compels me to obey your orders I can and will defend myself if fired upon or put in jeopardy.  Please inform your little floating tin cans of that fact.  Whilst you have temporary command over me, they do not.  In addition: I would advise you to recall that the 'damn contract' you speak of is one that your employer has entered into willingly.  Are you questioning his judgement?"

Without pausing he adds, in the same flat tone, "StarFox Intergalactic wishes to advise that this conversation may or may not be recorded for training, contractual or quality purposes."

The security guard growls and pokes CC9 in the chest.

"You get this straight clanker.  While you're under this roof you will comply with all instructions by security staff and the guard droids.  You are subject to our security protocols and you will comply.  Your role is to serve as bodyguard to the girls, nothing else."

He is distracted by a beep from his head commlink.  "Yeah?  Nah, I'll send A2 to do that.  Wouldn't want to miss that!  Thanks."

He then seemed to notice the B2 droid was still there.  "Get out of here.  And don't interfere with the droids."

"By your command."  CC9 turns and leaves the security room.  As he does he adds, quite audibly, "Fat-sack."

Once he's out of the security centre CC9 heads back around the lower floor in one last circle, sticking to the areas he knows he's allowed to go.  He keeps an optical sensor out for droids near the ceiling.  Then he heads outside and around the grounds, remaining alert and very annoyed about his rifle.
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The remainder of the internal sweep reveals little of interest.  The organics were still in the same rooms they had been in.  The maintenance droids were moving methodically through the house undertaking their duties.

Walking out the front door into the garden and commencing his sweep, CC9 noted that security was taken a lot more seriously externally then it was internally.  The fences were high and tipped with pressure sensors.  There were also sensors around the interior base of the wall.  Camera coverage took in all of the garden and looked like they had light-enhancing capability to handle night.

A single G-2RD droid patrolled the garden.  Next to the front gate was a small guard house.  The gates themselves looked sturdy.

B2-CC9 observes the gates for a while.  Continuing on he circles the house, noting the security droid's sweep.  If the guard house is restricted he simply goes back inside and then upstairs; if it isn't then he heads over to it.

As B2-CC9 examines the gates, a human, who looks in his late teens, emerges from the guard house.  Unlike the guard inside, this one is slim, active and incredibly eager.

"Wow!  A bee-too battle droid.  I read all about your model.  You guys were some of the best droids in the Clone Wars.  Awesome!"

The young guard wore a headset commlink which he activated.  "Bren, you're five minutes late for our security patrol.  No, I don't want you to send a droid, we're supposed to do it together.  But. . .If. . .yes sir."

The guard muttered, seemingly forgetting CC9.  "Fat, lazy sack of bantha crap."  He then looks at the droid.  "Uh, sorry.  I'm supposed to do a perimeter sweep with the other guard at least twice a shift.  But he always makes me go alone or sends a droid.  Uh, he didn't send you did he?"

"Negative," CC9 responds immediately.  "Organic guard designated 'Useless sack of rotting Hutt blubber' did not send me.  I am currently assigned as bodyguard to StarFox Intergalactic assets, one Umbaran female and one Zabrak female, performing routine security assessment.  You are perimeter guard for this shift?"  If he feels any pride in having his worth as a battle droid affirmed CC9 doesn't show it.  He is a droid.

The guard smiles.  "I'm on the gate house.  Gee-are-dee does most of the perimeter work, though I chase up anomolies.  Oh and like I said, we do periodic sweeps, well I do them alone when Bren is on shift.  You're welcome to walk with me.  It only takes a few minutes."

"Affirmative.  It will be an excellent opportunity to assess the grounds."  He looks around and then turns to the young guard.  "I am designated B2-KYD3; Most organics find the abbreviations of 'Kid' or 'Kid-Three' acceptable.  I am pleased to note that the one you call 'Bren' is not the only security apart from the security droids."

The guard smiled.  "Pleasure to meet you B2-KYD3, I'm Desh.  I noticed you said what 'organics' prefer to call you, what do you prefer?"

Desh fell into his patrol.  While young and clearly inexperienced, he made up for it with enthusiasm and attention to detail.  Not happy just to walk a route, he checked everything carefully, noting any anomolies on a wrist datapad.  If the kid could maintain his dilligence as he gained experience he'd probably make a very good guard.

Desh also seemed to have an open channel to the GRD droid patrolling the grounds as status reports popped up on his wristpad from time to time.  While CC9 couldn't see them, he could hear them and he didn't need the wristpad to translate Basic for him like Desh did.

"It does not concern me."  His response is flat and perhaps unsurprising.  "Your superior seems to enjoy calling me 'clanker' - I presume he believes it will annoy me.  It seems a pointless pastime."  He looks about as they walk, noting the way in which Desh pays attention to small details, paying attention to how he reports everything, and how long he takes to do so.  "Security is adequate," he states evenly.  "Does this installation suffer many attacks, perhaps from dissidents in the local populace?"

"Attacks?" Desh answers, clearly suprised.  "No, never.  Well not the kind you're talking about.  It's more an issue with privacy.  Media, political rivals and the like.  My employer is a powerful member of the government and it attracts unwanted attention.  Plus his. . .unusual tastes, means he values his privacy."
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CC9 considers this as they make the rounds.  "I comprehend the lack of privacy that media and political rivals may cause.  One thing that you say does not compute: Unusual tastes?" the droid queries.  While mostly impassive, as always, his query makes it sound as if he's a little confused.

"You know.  His like of sleeping with alien girls.  That's part of why he needs this security, to keep his secret safe.  Imperials, especially ones like him aren't supposed to like aliens.  They always tell us humans are the superior race and all others are second to us."

"I see.  You do not sound as if you necessarily agree with that view," CC9 notes, "or you would be more likely to say 'we are' rather than 'they tell us we are'."

Desh shrugs.  "Haven't really met many aliens.  But a lot of people say droids are even worse then aliens and I like talking to you.  So does that mean I'd like talking to aliens too?"

"While I do not have sufficient data to posit a conclusive answer to that query your logic is sound," CC9 states.  "Most organic beings consider droids as little more than unusually clever chairs, so unless you make a pastime of talking to chairs it is reasonable to assume your opinion of my kind is higher than the norm.  It is reasonable, though not assured, that you might not view non-human species as more than chairs, as well."  Did he just make a joke with that 'talking to chairs' comment?  "Certainly there is nothing, in my experience, that is inherent about one species that it may claim superiority over another species with any validity.  It would not violate their contracts for you to speak to the two non-humans in my care, if you were so inclined," he adds, perhaps as an aside.

Desh blushed.  "Well the one with horns certainly looked nice and the other one was intriguing.  But I can't leave my post.  Bren handles internal security.  Of course we never used to even have internal security until Bren convinced the Senator we needed a second person.  I think he just likes to sit on his. . ."

The young man broke off, clearly embarassed that he was about to badmouth his colleague to this droid.

"Uh, the grounds look clear.  Guess I should be heading back to the guard house.  It was really nice to meet you KYD3."

The droid doesn't appear to fully comprehend this, but inclines its head to the human.  "Pleasure is not normally the first emotion that organics express upon seeing one of my model, but your sentiment is noted.  You have my thanks," he adds, turning briefly toward the house before looking back at Desh, "for reassuring me that at least one human on the premises understands the basic concept of the word 'security'."

With that he stomps back toward the house in his normal Super Battle Droid stompy fashion.

B2-CC9 notices nothing amiss when he enters the house and ascends the stairs.  The GRD droid is now floating along the upstairs hallway instead of downstairs and Zyra is sitting in a single chair in the theatre suite,  She had the holoviewer on a non-stop news channel and she had a datapad on her lap which she was busily typing on.

Cor, was doing Cor-like stuff somewhere!

Cor has secured a datapad of her own and currently sits in the theatre room tapping away.  Zyra is busy and while her datapad is a better quality model the Umbaran isn't going to interfere with the Zabrak's doings unless she really has to.

When CC9 comes into the room Cor gets up and quickly pulls a small data chip from the battle droid containing a report on what he's seen and done, as well as his general opinion of the layout and security levels of the facility.  Putting it into her own datapad she thanks CC9 in her own language and sits back down.

Having gained access to the wifi she commences prodding and exploring the limitations of that connection, seeing where it might lead and, as a result, what the might be able to play with.

Cor's search quickly shows the various data channels flowing through the area.  The usual ones for holocomm, service droids and other recreational purposes are easily found.  There is an encrypted datafile which looks like a home network.

She also finds two heavily encrypted channels that she can't identify immediately, but she can logically deduce their purpose.  One is a continuous one-way data stream, clearly making it the video camera feeds, the other is a two-way data stream that must be the security droids.

"Oh my, that's terrible." Zyra gasped suddenly.  While the gasp was in character, there was a true undertone of genuine concern.  She transferred the article she was reading to the main screen.

'Blasterfight in Seba Grove.'

'Witnesses report that approximately thirty minutes ago, a human and an alien, described as an 'overgrown frog with two large floppy ears, one badly scarred' opened fire on a group of construction workers in the industrial section of Seba Grove.  Police were sent to investigate.  There are seperate sources suggesting a second gunfight broke out on a warehouse roof not one kilometre distant.  Witnesses report that a police speeder tried to apprehend the two gunman and a fight ensued.  Details are sketchy but the speeder left the scene shortly after and nobody remained on the roof.  Police have yet to comment on the arrests. . .'



Zyra looks over at Cor.  "How terrible.  Thugs attacking innocent civilians.  What would an 'overgrown floppy-eared frog' be doing making trouble in a small town?  Good thing the police caught him don't you think?"

Her tone was light but her face belied the concern she felt.  The alien sounded exactly like Aryan.  Since the Talons had been on an armed recon mission to Seba Grove, it seemed unlikely to be a coincidence.

Zyra moved to stand behind Cor.  "How goes your game there?  Far off hitting the high score?"

Cor blinks slowly at the screen, a slight frown furrowing her face, as if she's a bit slow.  "I dunno.  Uhm.  Well, police haven't commented yet.  Maybe it's a publicity stunt?  Sounds like the mascot for Hyper Burger."

She looks down at her 'game'.  "Ohhh, it's one of those logic puzzle thingies.  Sometimes I think they make all this up.  My boyfriend says I should play them more, though, because I could use, uh.  'Braining up' or something."

The Umbaran brings up a text file and scrawls in it quickly while Zyra stands behind her.  'Are we leaving this place quietly or loudly?'

Your boyfriend wants you to be smarter?  That's unusual."  Zyra said, doing her best 'dumb blonde' impersonation.  "Personally I like the strong, silent type.  I know boys get rowdy sometime, it's unavoidable, but I prefer a quiet night in as much as possible."

"Sounds like it's rowdy enough out there," Cor points out, nodding to the news broadcast.  "I wonder how that'll make our client feel."

Cor starts hacking the camera feed, simply to get access to the passive streaming data feed, not to change anything.  Yet.  If this fucks up, she figures, the security system's more likely to dump her out or simply remain impenetrable rather than set off alarms.

She hopes.

Cor worked on the camera system with the skills of an expert slicer.  Within a minute or so she had full view access to all the security cameras onsite: internal, external and droid cameras alike.

Zyra shrugs as Cor talks about the news broadcast.  "The news says that place is hundreds of kilometres from here.  Too far for the people here to be affected." 'Or lend assistance', she added, though only to herself.

When Cor slices into the security feeds, the Zabrak smiles.  "That's certainly an interesting game.  Looks like you could learn a lot from that."

"Ohhh, I dunno."  Cor tapped away, feeling quite ridiculously prideful.  Some of her best work, just as her boss was bending over her shoulder.  She couldn't have timed that better.  "See, I mean...  I'm still working out what these things do."  She taps quickly, setting up a recording feed to save footage from each of the cameras to a separate place on the datapad.  She aims to save about half an hour of footage from each so she can, at a later point, set up nice long video loops, effectively rendering the cameras blind.

She then starts quickly programming a kill-switch system that will let her simply pick up the pad, open the link to the cameras, tap in a short code and start or stop the footage loop on any camera she cares to.
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Cor worked quickly and effortlessly to add in her 'dead-man switch' and in a few minutes it was done.  She was testing the system when Zyra moved up beside her.

"That Seba Grove thing must be big.  News says they're sending in stormtroopers!  That sounds scary!"

Zyra held out her datapad, to show Cor the article, though she noted Zyra was actually reading a police communique rather then a news article.  How did the Zabrak have access to that?

In the corner of the screen, a small text file was open.  Zyra had written  'Can you get a messsage out without being traced?  If so, advise four and ten we need a sitrep to the following holomail address.'

At the bottom of the file were three holomail addresses, Zyra's, which Cor assumed was some sort of temporary phantom account, and two other addresses, assumedly one was Xil's and one was Sheila's.

"I don't like stormtroopers much," Cor said, "but I like the armour.  Something about guys in uniform."

She gets on the matter of the message immediately, though whether she can avoid being traced is another matter.  Still, she'll do her best...

'Dearest and most belovéd friends,

It has been so long since sighting the magnificent and wondrous glimse of your shining faces, you whom I shall call Four, and you whom I shall call Ten.

Indeed, it has been so very long that your wondrous and attractive pal, Nine, is desperately wanting to be informed about your whereabouts and doings.  A report, if you will, on your situation.

Things here are fine.  The food is good and the accommodations plush, though the staff are somewhat cantankerous.

Your stalwart and overly verbose friend,

Eleven.'

Zyra turns back to her datapad while Cor writes her note to the others.  After she's done and the message sent, Zyra  points to her datapad again.  "They're having a sale on Zembra Prime shoes today!  I can't believe we're missing out on that."

Cor notes that there is no catalogu on Zyra's screen but another text message.

'Need to push forward with our plans.  Need strategy to tap data ASAP with goal to complete mission by the morning.  Discretion more important then success.  Do your best.  I'll plan our exfiltration, but let me know if you need my help with anything.'

"I know!  It's terrible.  Well, this job'll be done real soon."

She quickly taps her own message onto her datapad:

Understood.  It would be ideal to reprogram one of the security droids as a slicer but they lack the necessary tools to complete the job.  The next best thing is to tell them we are allowed to be where we want to be.

With that Cor starts working on incorporating a security clearance update into the switch, so that when she flicks it the patrolling droids will receive information that states the two girls can indeed legitimately enter Certain Areas - namely the lower floor, private suite and office.

Time passed as Cor perfected her programs.  She had just successfully finished her work when a message came in.  It was from Xil and read:

'Greetings and salutations Eleven, it has indeed been too long since visage of both you and Nine was before our eyes. Our situation is not the best, it could perhaps be described as dire. Difficulties have arisen and descriptions of myself and the one with long ears are in circulation. Currently I am with two others and we are separated from the rest of our friends, although hopefully heading in the same general direction. We are heading to the place where trips to the stars leave. Four'

Cor quickly shows Zyra the message, shrugging silently in a 'guess they're okay' way.  If there is such a shrug.  Perhaps it's more one of helplessness - there's nothing much she can do to help from where she is.

Zyra turns back to Cor.  "Looks like our friends have been in touch again.  It would be great to catch up.  Could you send them a message sweetie?  Tell them to stop playing at their own games and to head out this way.  Better not tell them exactly where we areor why we're here.  That's supposed to be secret right?" she accentuates this by bringing a finger to her lips.  "Maybe they should head to Sorren, it's only about fifty kilometres from here.  We might get time to catch up."
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Cor nods briefly, showing Zyra the message that's come in, and then taps out the one she's been instructed to send.  This is fun, in a way, but she's had a few ideas for droid alteration that she wants to pursue and is pretty much ready for this mission to be done.

"Yo and yo,

I've received word from our dear Nine that you'd best come out to Sorren.  We might be able to meet up once our tasks here are done."

Zyra reads the message Cor plans to send and nods in agreement.  Then she types something on her datapad before showing it to Cor.

'Going to arrange for Talons to attack government houses and locations.  Make it appear Senator Foluk is a target of extremists. I'll create a false recall order from Starfox for us, citing dangers.  Talons will acquire transport for extraction.

Plan your data tap for tonight or tomorrow morning.  Let me know what support you need from me or anything you need the Talons to do to assist you.

I will also need to use the encrypted comm to give the Talons orders as soon as they arrive.  Can you use one of the droids to stand watch, ensuring we're not disturbed.  The bedroom is free of security but people could still walk in.'

Cor taps a quick response.  Is this before, during or after when we're supposed to be having sex with this Imperial?  I can't imagine anyone would just walk in if he was supposed to be getting double-girl alien action.

Zyra shrugged.  'I have no idea of when the Talons will arrive or when the Senator will require our services.  We'll need a flexible plan ready to deal with both eventualities.  Ideally I'd like to distract the Senator with terrorist troubles long before he gets amorous but it will depend on factors out of my control.'

After typing a few things out, including a secure email to A9, she hands Zyra her datapad.  It has a plan outlined on it.

In brief, it is this: Create blind spots using looped video feed (so anyone watching gets boring feed to watch) and alterable permissions (so with a flick of the switch Cor can change their permissions to allow Zyra and Cor into any part of the manor they care to go to - absolute permission so that the droids won't even report in to the security station on the girls' movements).

They flick the Manor Blindness switch, waltz down to the private suite and get slicing.  Cor's notes mention that if there was more time and they came better prepared she'd also hide cameras in the private suite that'd save and transmit video feed out to a secure location on-planet as a backup so they can extort the Imp if they need to.

Once they have their slicing done they waltz back up to the upper floor and wait out their stay - whether that means staying the full time or bugging out early under the excuse of unstable political matters making it too dangerous for the whores to stick around.

If shit meets fan they can hit the OTHER switch, which will change all Imperial presence to Absolute Red - making the droids believe that the Imps are not only disallowed on the manor, but that they're active threats that must be fired upon.

That second switch will change the teams considerably.  And considering neither girl (as far as I know) is armed, it's a pretty vitally important change if things REALLY go pear-shaped.

Zyra, feeling the datapad typing was getting too much, typed out one final message.

'Understood.  Make this room 'invisible' so we can talk directly.  Going to sit still until you tell me we're clear.'

Zyra then turned the stereo up again and sat back on the couch, randomly typing and scrolling her datapad like she was reading a book.  Her movemements were minimal so as to try and reduce a looped video feed drawing attention.

Cor does what she needs to in order to make the room 'invisible'.  She has a feeling their time is short, and not only because of movement in the other thread.  Once she's got plenty of video feed that she can set a loop up with - Zyra reading her datapad and Cor playing a video game - she flicks the 'safe to talk' switch and nods to Zyra.

"We are clear and ready to go.  As long as the guards stick to their stations and the officer we are here to service does not return abruptly we should find our course relatively smooth."

'I hope,' she thinks to herself.

Zyra nods.  "Fantastic.  Can you tap into the security droids feeds and leave them with me?  That way I can watch for trouble from both inside and out."

"Now your mission is simple.  Get into the Senator's office.  Take care of any security that might be in there.  Then slice into his computer and copy everything you can.  I want appointments, files, passwords, everything.  I'd also love it if you can slip in some sort of surveillance program that lets us remotely slice in or even recieve pulse bursts of data from time to time."

"While you do that.  I'll toss his office and sleeping quarters for physical evidence.  Once that's done we'll plan for extraction.  The Talons are heading to town so we'll use them to create our diversion and exit corridor."

Zyra reached into her bag and pulls out a make-up box.  Opening the box, she slid a nail into a small groove in the side to reveal a hidden compartment.  Inside were two earpiece commlinks, one of which she handed to Cor.

"If something goes wrong, get out as quickly as you can."

"Shall we?"

Cor blinks, honestly surprised that Zyra isn't coming with her, but then she nods more firmly.  "Okay.  We will do this."  She taps into the droid feeds and prepares herself to head out.  She has pretty much everything she needs.  "On your mark."

Zyra checks the datapad and nods.  "Okay, let's go.  B2-CC9, would you be so good as to go ahead of us and ensure the path is clear?  Don't cause any trouble, just warn us anyone who might spot us is there by speaking to them."

Looking to Cor "As long as everything is clear, we go straight for the door and we get it open.  Sweep the room for surveillance and then you go for his computers."

She straightens herself out and heads for the stairs, standing aside to let CC9 go first.

CC9 heads through and down the stairs somewhat obediently, keeping an ocular sensor out for any trouble.  He stops briefly in front of a cleaning droid going about its domestic parameters.

"Basic query: you are a cleaning droid?  What is your designation?"

The cleaning droid ignores CC9 as it continues to clean and polish.  The only notice it seems to take of the combat droid is to register his presence so as not to bump into him!

CC9 observes the droid for a moment and then mutters, "Spare parts," rather nastily before he heads on down the corridor further.

The cleaning droid paid no notice as B2-CC9 continued down the corridor.  He reached the office door without incident and quickly signalled the girls with an all-clear.  Moments later both Zyra and Cor were at the door.  It was locked, a sophisticated looking scanner pad next to the door.

Cor scurries up and starts attempting to override the lock.  She moves quickly and efficiently; while the guard-bots won't be a bother there's no way to explain what she's doing to an organic.
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Cor slices the lock without effort, giving the girls access to the office.  It is opulently decorated in polished hardwoods, with several expensive paintings on the walls.  One corner is devoted to a large desk and computer terminal.

Zyra makes her way towards one of the shelves and begins flicking through the datacards.  She gestures at the desk.

"First and foremost I want his itinerary for today and the few following days.  Then look try to copy any and all information we might find useful.  Finally, if you can slip some sort of program in that can snoop on him, that would be the icing on the ryshcate."

Cor nods and flexes her fingers a little.  Big moment.  She sits down in front of the computer, making a mental note to get herself one of these chairs, and gets to work.

The Umbaran seems to prefer doing her work silently.  She doesn't speak, not even to herself, as she gets crackin'.
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Cor is challenged by the complex security for a minute or two then manages to slip into the system.  The Senator's computer becomes accessible to her.  Immediately she has access to the Senator's itinerary, holomessages, various files as well as a reasonable collection of photos of alien porn.  There is also quite a few pictures of the Senator in various states of undress with various alien girls, no doubt employees of Starfox Intergalactic.

There are other files, but thet are encrypted in another section of the computer.  There is also a network link to his office computer at the Senate but this undoubtedly carries heavy security and monitoring.


OOC:  DC30 for encrypted files, DC35 for network access.  A failure of more than 10 alerts the system to intrusion.
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Cor stares at the network link to the Senate offices for a good five seconds, weighing up the options, before dismissing it as too risky for their current circumstances.

Instead she peruses the encrypted area of the computer - what they have is good, nice and juicy, but it's nothing really big.

She flexes her fingers and then dives into it.

Breaking the encryption on the protected files proves fairly easy and Cor begins searching through the files.  There is plenty of work-related data work, reports, proposals, movements in the Senate, etc.  There is also some financial data, records of transactions, etc.  There is also details on one of the government accounts the Senator has access to for work functions.  Cor is able to slice the information meaning she could charge things to that account if she wished.

Cor stares at the screen again before calling out softly, "You may wish to see this.  Financial accounts.  I can slice them, charge to his account, which may get us some free gear and such - but if the transaction is noted as unusual it may result in an investigation.  They may be prompted to check the computer to see if it's been interfered with."

She looks over her shoulder briefly and then back at the screen.  "I am... unsure if the risk is worth the gain."

Zyra didn't even look up from a datapad she'd found on a side table.  "Copy his financial records, if he's abusing his government accounts, it will only strengthen our hold on him if needed.  Other than that leave it alone.  We don't want evidence of tampering."

Finishing the datapad and clearly finding it of no use, Zyra walked through the door heading to the Senator's bedroom.

Cor nods.  She figures this would be the right way to go.  She copies the records and then looks around for any other data or links she might not have initially noticed, though she doesn't expect to find anything.

Cor finds little else of interest in the files.  She works to copy all relevant files to her datapad.  The process is almost finished  when Zyra returns.

"I think we're done here.  You got everything?  Be sure to get those incriminating photos as well as all the other data.  They might prove interesting."

She smiles.  "You know, I think I've had enough of the Senator's hospitality.  I think it's time we thought about leaving this place."

She waited patiently for the download to complete.

Cor half-smiles, not pointing out that she's already worked out that the incriminating photos should be copied.  She'd have to be a bit daft not to realise that.

"Ready to leave when you are," Cor says as the transfer completes, "unless you want me to leave a keylogger in his system somewhere."

Zyra shrugged.  "If you think you can do it.  Just make sure it's something that wont be found and can be accessed remotely.  Personally I've had enough of the Senator's hospitality."

After Cor had finished her work on the Senator's computer the trio made their way quietly back updtairs without incident.  An hour or two passed as they went over the various data.

Zyra disappeared off into one of the bedrooms for a few minutes before returning and signalling to Cor to cut the security feeds.  Once this was done she explained the situation.

"Turns out the Talons are still on planet so I've brought them here to Sorren.  I've given them the job of making the Senator feel he's the target of an assassination attempt.  I sent them the juicy holos you have of the senator with alien prostitutes so the Talons can pose as anti-alien terrorists."

"The purpose of this is so that the Senator will want to be rid of us as soon as possible.  He'll be under scrutiny and we'll be an embarassment."

"You downloaded his holomail right?  Find the one from Starfox and copy it's format.  If all goes well I'll need you to send him an urgent holomessage stating Starfox is concerned about our safety and their clients anonymity and have sent a private transport to pick us up.  The Talons will supply the transport, the senator will get us departure clearance, avoiding customs and checkpoints like we did on the way in and we're home free."

She looked at Cor and smiled.  "I'm sure the Talons can do their job, but lets dream up a backup plan just in case something goes wrong.  I trust Mark to pull this off, but the Commander isn't here.  Hopefully the boys are up to it, the timeframe is so narrow."

She sighs.  "Let's see how they're going." she pulls out her commlink and slips it in her ear.  She offers Cor a second one. "Nine to Talons.  Progress report please.  We're on a tight schedule here."
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"No team is flawless," Cor nods.  "Perhaps if things go terribly bad one of the guards could be persuaded to help us out of the area."  She thinks for a few moments.  "The likelihood of implanting a keylogger that cannot be found is more or less zero.  Once the Senator realises those pictures have been lifted from his computer we will likely come under very close scrutiny unless he is kept under pressure; if he does not have his computer scanned for virii then he does not deserve to have a computer."

Then she starts tapping away.  "If we had more time and preparation I could implant a datamining virus that looked like it had been copied to the system months ago but we haven't the luxury."  She filters through the Senator's email and copies the format as requested; easy enough to do.

Zyra giggles.  "Oh, I'm not worried about getting out of here.  We've already seen how bad the security is.  Besides, last time I was on this planet I had to not only get off the planet, but I started inside an Imperial military base!  Ooh I had to tell Mark of for abandoning me there.  No, I just want to get out of here AND maintain our cover story.  Starfox has been useful in the past and will no doubt be so again.  I do not wish to bring Imperial wrath upon them."

"I wonder, how often must this be happening?"  Cor keeps working as she talks.  "This cannot possibly be the only Imperial human male who seeks the services of StarFox and similar organisations.  Nothing is quite as compelling as the forbidden.  Perhaps we should be investigating more thoroughly into such businesses - making deals, forging contacts, perhaps even purchasing shares.  Few businesses are as profitable as those which get rich people laid, and such organisations must be privy to incredible amounts of sensitive information."

The Zabrak stretches.  "Personally, I find some of their business practices. . .questionable.  Like how a customer who brutalises a girl merely has to pay a fee for 'damaged merchandise' and is welcome to hire more girls.  I must say, they're not one group I'd personally add to my stock portfolio.  Of course you may feel differently on such things."

"Isn't developing a controlling stock an ideal way of changing those practices?" Cor reasons.

Lacking a response, Cor shrugs.  It's no big deal to her either way but the idea's in her head now.

"Oh," she exclaims softly as she gets an incoming message, "A9 is asking about identification.  Apparently the team may have compromised their fake identification, and nobody has thought to actually check if it is the case.  He seems..."  She frowns at the screen a little.  "Rather annoyed."

Whie she's at a high-performance computer she runs a few basic tests to see if the IDs raise any flags.

"Not sure I'd try that from here.  Any failures or if the ID's are flagged, the signal will definitely be traced.  There are much easier ways to test these things.  It is best done from a mobile location or through a proxy.  Three is more then skilled enough for such a task, as is ten.  Or you just do something simple like grab a street urchin, promise him one hundred credits if he'll go buy you a ticket for you, hand him some cash and your ID and see if the troopers nab him!"

Choosing to proceed, despite Zyra's warning, Cor quickly sets up a false reservation for transport on an Imperial transport leaving from a spaceport on the far side of the planet using Xil's ID details and set for payment on delivery.  The payment was approved and the ticket reserved.  However Cor noted that the transaction was flagged and the information transferred elsewhere.  Cor was unable to track it but she didn't need to.  The ID was being watched.  Not seriously enough to attempt back traces.  She knew if Xil had actually been going to get that ticket there would have been stormtroopers waiting for him.

"Excrement."  Cor sighs and transmits the results to her R2 unit.  "Mr Nallis's ID, at the very least, is being watched."

It had been a few tense hours of waiting.  Cor had monitored news channels, both public and private while Zyra listened to various chatter on the Talon comms, other comms and tapping into her range of contacts.  Cor had also been keeping in contact with A9 should the plucky droid need assistance.

Their security was largely assured.  The camera was not being looped at present as it would get suspicious.  Besides, two girls sitting around tapping on datapads did not look suspicious.  The guard droid Cor had sliced was still sending its feed to the Umbaran and sending her an alert everytime it headed up the stairs to their level.

Cor's attention was suddenly drawn to a police report that indicated the Senator had survived an attack by a small group of protestors.  The Senator was unharmed but one of his bodyguards had been wounded.  Eight civilians were dead, the rest had fled.  Seems the overzealous hotel guards had panicked and fired into the crowd.  It was uncertain why the attack had happen and their were few leads as they hadn't identified which of the dead were rioters and which were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

In short the attack had not achieved what Zyra had wanted.  The Senator was uninjured and while potentially shaken, wouldn't see need to send his whores away providing Zyra and Cor's exit window.

On the couch beside her Zyra was bringing up a map on her datapad, whilst sighing quietly to herself.  Cor had seen Zyra do this enough to know something was frustrating her.

"Something for you to look at," Cor says lightly, and not very loudly, sending the news report to Zyra's datapad along with a short message: 'Video not currently looping.  Seems Mr Nallis did his best but we still have our client to deal with.  Casualties, unfortunately; this has been a very messy outing.  A9 says the jack-team is doing well with transport.  What is bothering you?'

Zyra examined Cor's message than flicked back a message.

'Seems we have multiple teams in need of our help.  I need to amplify the pressure on the Senator.  Do what you can to suggest this is the start of a larger campaign.  Drop anonymous tips to the Imps that a raid is planned on this house or that a bomb is to be planted.  Get data out that the Senator is an alien lover.  Anything you can do to draw attention to this house.  If the Senator thinks we might be spotted, he'll want us offplanet ASAP.'

Cor nods and goes through the process of collating some of the juicier pictures they found.  'He is a senator, and therefore a politician.  I will locate his three chief rivals and send them some presents.  Also a couple of anonymous tips to the local 'decency' groups.'

She then starts... doing that!  Locating his rivals shouldn't be hard, as politics is always well-covered by the media and every politician has enemies. 'Decency' groups and moral brigades also tend to be very loud.
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'Wonderful work.'  Zyra messages back.  'We might need to loop camera and audio soon so we can talk to the teams.  Listen in to Eight and Ten and offer advice.  I'm preparing a holomessage from Starfox calling for us to be sent back just in case the Senator isn't convinced to send us packing.  Once I'm done, I'll help out coordinating the teams.'
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Cor nods and, with little option of datapadding her teammates, she turns on the audio/video loop and activates her secure comms.

"Diplomatic team, this is Eleven; Nine has assigned me to assist as best I can.  Status report, please."

Having heard back from Sheila, Cor starts tapping away on her datapad with the speed and accuracy of a veteran geek.

"Searching for you now."  Cor's voice sounds completely calm and relaxed.  "Do you know how they managed to get critically injured?  If there is another element, perhaps some gang that has been molesting them, there may be eyes on your location at street level."

She also sends a message to her droid:

::A9, if you have no current critical task, please start searching for zones of low population - abandoned locales, run-down districts and the like - starting from these co-ordinates and radiating out.  Highest processing priority.::

With it she sends the co-ordinates of the diplomatic team.

Cor opens and shuts her mouth a few times before nodding to Zyra.  "The stormtroopers have converged on Three and Eight's positions.  It sounds like a full squad.  I think we may lose them."  She swallows hard.  Her next suggestion is based on tactics rather than emotion: "Eight is in the fire-zone, Three is outside observing.  Should I order Three to retreat?"

Zyra stared into the middle distance for a few seconds before answering.

"Three is there, we are not.  Tell her to use her judgement but not to throw her life away in a useless gesture.  I can't believe they were there so long.  They should have got out an hour ago."
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Cor nods hurriedly.  "I am sorry, I should have found them a location sooner."  She activates her comms again.

Zyra squeezes Cor's shoulder.  "Don't be silly.  You've been on the job about ten minutes.  Three and Ten should have been finished long before now.  I wonder what delayed them.  Hopefully they get to tell us."

Cor rubs her forehead and mutters to herself.  "No, I cannot tell what kind of traffic is coming.  Why would I have the capacity to monitor traffic?  I did not come equipped with surveillance droids, I came in hotpants."

Zyra smiled, though wether at Cor's tirade or the idea of her in hotpants was anybodys guess.

"It goes with the territory I'm afraid.  Work in any kind of intelligence or logistical capacity and the ground crews will want the impossible.  Mark always wants the passcodes to everything and for me to read our foe's minds.  If I could do that I'd make my living playing sabaac!"

"Get our people out alive.  If all goes well we should be able to evacuate them and the aliens together.  We can't just leave then now.  It would be as much of a death sentence as leaving them in the warehouse."

<TIME PASSES>

It had been a flurry of motion since the Senator had comm'd through orders to get the girls out.  Starfox had kindly contacted the Senator, promised him credit towards future purchases and secured a ship to transport the girls offworld.  In exchange the Senator would arrange the appropriate clearances so said ship could leave the sector without any pesky custom searches.  The Senator had readily agreed.

A limo had whisked the girls to the spaceport.  Fortunately they had already been packed or their luggage would likely would have been left.

Now the limo was idling outside a hangar at the spaceport.  Guards had made themselves scarce when given the Senator's authorisation codes.