"It's my pleasure. I've alwased enjoyed the company of succesfull bussiness men like myself. We know how to successed in life. Unlike those small minded mercinaries or bounty hunters. They serve no perpous expect to serve people like us, they're like minions with a salary. I am sending you the location of my ressort. It's located on Correlia"

"Getting the location know, Sir." Reported Jack "I'm doing to quick search. Woah... Captain, your heading to one of the best resorts in the galaxy. Ever heard of the Twingeling Twi'Leks?"

"We have received your co-ordinates and will be there tomorrow. Now if you will excuse me i have important business to deal with. Good day sir." Nic switched off the com and stood up.
"Set a course Jack. Max speed."

Nic walked out of the Cockpit and back into the common room. "Beryl, You may want to start packing all your nicest close, We've got a party to get ready for."

Beryl sighed, indicating her displeasure. But as Nic was the captain...

"Why do I get the feeling that I will so regret this later," she said under her breath.

She smiled at Nic, quick and cynically. "So, Captain, where is this place that we're going to?" Beryl asked him. "And how long are we staying? After all, a girl has to know what and how much to pack."

"two days, maybe three, It's on corellia although we'll only be there as long as it takes to get the info. I want to be out of there as soon as, so please, be nice to the rich people." Nic said with a worried look on his face.

"Corellia?" Beryl frowned a bit. "This place where these so-called 'rich' people are going to be. What's it called?"

"The Twingeling Twi'Leks" Nic said obviouly unaware of what the place was. "We'll be there in a day so we have plenty of time to find out about it."

"The Twingeling Twi'Leks?" Beryl said. "The Twingleing Twi'Leks?" Beryl let out a low whistle. "I've been there. It's nice. Very nice." Then she frowned slightly. "Only hope no one recognises me though. Think it would be hard for someone to believe that I married a... well, that you're a..." She sighed. "No offense, Nic, but... you're just not my type." She gave him a quick, but weak smile. "But, you are the Captain. So I'll try."

She rose to head for her room to pack and get some much needed rest.

Nic wathed Beryl leave the room "Not her type." Nic chuckled to himself "Well on resent events she does seem to prefer imperials."

Oliver didn't look on all the people who came and leaved the room. He was in his own thoughts. When he woke up, he was Beryl leaved the room, and Oliver did the same. "I must go to bed" he thougt to himself. He haden't listen to the talk about the mission, so he didn't knew anything about his job.

2 days later...

The Twingeling Twi'Leks ballroom was fulll of elegantly dressed men and women, waiters walked around the room handing out the most expensive drinks and finger foods. Tables scattered around the edge were full of the richest sentiants (mainly humans) in the galaxy while others danced in the middle near a orchestra on a stage be the back wall. The room was filled with music and the sound of peoples conversation.

The Band then went quiet and an announcer took to the stage mic.

"Introducing Mr and Lady White." The man said holding his hand out to the staircase that led to the entrance.

Nic stood at the top alone wearing a fashonible suit that appeared to be from the most expensive designer on corellia (although it was a fake). Nic looked over to behind the door. and whispured behind it.

"Now is not the time to be shy... Honey."

((Occ- nics talking to beryl who is hiding behind the door incase you didn't get that.))

Jack sat at his usuall seat infront of the piolt consel however he had a different program to his piolting one. He had loaded up a hacker program which, as soon as Nick was able to place Jacks Disc into a computer, would give him access to very bit of information that was on the the harddive or any hard-drive that is connected to it.

Ryshana calmly looked around as she stood beside Beryl. Ryshana had decided earlier that it would be best to be primarily assigned to Beryl in case her and Nic decided to split up. Besides, Jana would be better to accompany Nic since they had worked together for so long.

((OOC: I got it, but thanks. ;) ))

Thankfully hidden from view from the rest of the ballroom guests, Beryl glared hard at Nic. "Oh, the things I do for you..." she growled softly at him.

She checked her reflection in the grandiose mirror in the spacious hallway they were standing in. Not that she would have ever dreamed she would have had a chance to wear it while she was with the Echo, Beryl wore a different dress tonight than the one that Penni had given her. An impulse buy from her last visit to Coruscant, it was made of a soft blue velvet with embroidered details along the cuffs and edges of the dropped neckline. With manicured nails, makeup, jewelry, and high-heeled shoes, she looked every bit the high society woman.

Satisfied with her appearance, Beryl then smiled--the same sort of smile she had used at the Debutante Ball her father had forced her to go to when she was a teenager. "Coming...darling," she said, as she entwined her arm around Nic's. "I thought our aim was to make a good impression?" she asked quietly between clenched teeth as they started slowly down the stairs. "Timing is everything in high society. Make your entrance too fast or too early, and you appear too eager to please. Too slow or too late, and you're a snob."

She gave him a quick sideways glance. "I may be a pilot, but my family is rich, remember? I'm not a stranger to places like this. I just don't like them."

As Nic and Beryl walked down the stairs arm in arm Nic Smiled at the people who were looking at them "That may be the case, but we still have a Job to do." Nic said though his teeth.

Nic looked around the room and managed to see the Moff, he was sitting at a table and as the imperial captain described he was eating a feast by himself. "There's our Guy, Remember be nice."

"Nice?" Beryl raised an eyebrow. "Of course I'll be nice. Nice as...." She paused for a moment. She couldn't think of anything that both she and an Imperial Moff would think was nice. "Erm...will you settle for polite instead?"

Nic Continued to lead up to the moff and they stopped a few foot infront of him, the man looked up them and smiled. "You must be White" the old man said smiling then turning to Beryl and sinisterly smiled. "and you must be lady White."

"Yes we are the Whites."

Oh, so that's how it's going to be, Beryl thought to herself as she took in the Moff's leering grin. Okay... here goes nothing...

Beryl smiled at the Moff, in a most charming way. "And you must be Moff John Bishop?" She bowed her head, then held out her hand to him, palm down and feminine. "It's a pleasure to meet you, my lord. You have a very lovely place here."

She gave a quick look over her shoulder to Ryshana, who was standing a few feet behind her. "Get us a drink, will you?" she said, rather condecendingly to her. "Membrosia for me, and a Cassandran Brandy for Mr. White." Then she waved her hand at Ryshana in a gesture to hurry off. "It's so difficult these days to find good help," she said, to Butcher. "How ever do you manage it?"

Knowing that she had to play the part, Ryshana bowed lightly to Beryl and left to retrieve the drinks. At the same time, Ryshana instinctively began to feel around her for potential threats. Several Imperial soldiers were present as the local security force. They weren't Stormtroopers, but Ryshana could feel the presence of almost a full legion of troopers stationed nearby. The soldiers that were at the party were dressed in their black dress uniforms, and they were closely watching the party guests, although it was fairly well concealed.

Arriving at the bar, Ryshana ordered the drinks from the bartender and placed them on a tray to carry them to Nic and Jana.

Nic smiled at the moff although he was really disgusted by what he was looking at, the man was pig, he had virtually no table manner or any kind of manner at all, The Moff just stared at beryl.Nic was also surprised by how Beryl was acting he had always knwn beryl was born into money, she was quite open about without being snobish. Nic thought she was simply throwing herself into the role she had been given for the job.

"So Mr White." The greedy Moff started "I Hope you'll enjoy your stay here."

"I'm sure it will be most informative." Nic said as the music changed to a differant tune. The moff smiled and Nic saw him eye up Beryl knowing he was about to ask her for a dance. Although Nic often liked to 'torture' his crew by making them do stuff like this all for the job, he decided that would be too much and spoke up before the Moff could. "If you'll excuse me i promised my darling wife a Dance."

Nic led Beryl to the dance floor and got into a danceing position.

((occ- If beryl can ask what our plan of action is or somthing along those lines while she and nic dance it would be useful.))

As Nic led her away to the dance floor, Beryl let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” she whispered to him, grateful that he hadn’t made her dance with the Moff. Although, truth be told, it was strange to slow dance with Nic. To her obvious surprise, he was a very good dancer.

"Sparring," she told herself, so she wouldn’t appear to be as uncomfortable as she felt. "Just think of it like sparring. Not dancing, just sparring."

“So, what exactly is your plan?” she asked, leaning in closer to his ear. “Because, if you want me to dance with that….” Nic spun her away, then whirled her back. “That slug,” she continued, without missing a beat, “it better be for a damn good reason.” Another couple passed close to them. “Darling,” she added, so as not to blow their cover.

From the sidelines, Jana watched, standing next to Ryshana. "Cute picture they make, huh?" she said quietly, her voice low so only Ryshana heard. "Playing their parts well enough, I'd say..."

She allowed her mind to wander, but her eyes never left 'Mr. and Mrs. White'. When she allowed herself to think about the situation, she reluctantly admitted that she was jealous of Beryl. While she could pretend and joke that she hated play-acting as Nic's wife, it simply wasn't true. She frowned. Why had Nic decided to make Beryl his wife for this mission? Any other time Jana could remember, that place had been hers. Why the change now?

Emotions began to build, but as quickly as Jana became aware of them, she surpressed them. They were on the job, one of the worst places possible to mess up. If needed, she'd give Nic a beating... when possible. "He never danced with me," she murmured, watching the pair. Then, she winced as Nic accidentally stepped on Beryl's foot. "Maybe I should be glad..."

Nic continued dancing with beryl while looking around the room. "This party ends in three hours, When every-one is in their rooms sleeping me and you are going to break into 'the slug's' office, While we do that Jana and ryshana are going to break into the security room and make sure we ain't detected." Nic spun beryl and pointed her in the direction of an imperial officer. "That imp there has the access card to get into the moffs office, If you can pick it our job will be much easier." He spun her back. "when we're in the moths room we'll load the programme hat'll alow Jack to access it. Jana and Ryshana will also have to access the comm bunker to ensure the Comm signal is discreetly transmitted to the Echo."

Beryl gave Nic an unsure look as the music tempo changed to a slightly faster beat. “Nic, you and Jana might have experience in the ‘undetectable art of picking’, but I’ve never ‘picked’ anything from anyone,” she said, as Nic guided her across to the other side of the dance floor, closer to where the Imperial Officer was standing as he talked to some of his buddies. “It’s not like bluffing during a game of Pazaak. I’m not sure I can get close enough to him to….” She took in a surprised breath as Nic suddenly dipped her. “…do it.”

Dipping? This has got to be a ‘thumpable’ offence, Beryl thought, as Nic lifted her up again.

She was just about to say something about it to Nic, when he dipped her again, and this time, albeit upside-down, she saw the reason why. They had caught the Imperial Officer’s eye. Or rather, her low-cut neckline had.

“Oh, no,” she said, shaking her head just a little bit as Nic grinned and raised her up again, only to spin her out and then back again. “I admit he’s not as bad as our ‘host,’” she whispered, “ but… oh, no… please…”

“May I cut in?” She heard a male voice ask Nic from behind her, and she cringed slightly as she waited for Nic’s answer.

Nic smiled at the imperial officer and stood back. "No, not at all." Nic said as he winked at Beryl and walked off towards Jana and Ryshana.

Ryshana had to hold back a quick smile as she felt Beryl's uneasiness with the Imperial Officer. As Nic walked over, Ryshana switched back into her playacting mode.

"Your drink, sir?" Ryshana asked as she moved the tray in front of hiim.

Oliver sat near the bar. He tried to keep an eye on the hole situation, while he tried to look like one, who was at a party. He looked at some girls, but he wasen't that interested. The girls was niether interested in him. "Next time - i should take the yellow tie, not the pink one"

"Thanks Ryshana." Nic replied taking the drink. He looked around to make sure no one was ears-droping. "The servent's quarters are downstairs in the basement, So is the Security control room. Me and Beryl will begin our cloak & dagger as soom as the party ends, I hope you two can ensure we won't run into any problems."

"As you wish, sir. We'll take care of everything," Ryshana replied.

Beryl didn’t like him, this Imperial Officer with the card key to the Moff’s office. It wasn’t his lack of interesting conversational topics, nor the fact that he had bad breath, or even the fact that he had already stepped on her toes six times in the three minutes that she’d been handed off by Nic to dance with him. It was the fact that he had ‘wandering hands.’

“…could be worse places to be stationed,” the Officer continued rambling, as his wandering hand took to wandering again. “Like Kashyyyk, for instance. Hot, humid, and nothing but trees. But then again, it’s pretty isolated. You probably haven’t ever heard of it.”

For what seemed like the tenth time, Beryl laid her hand over his and repositioned it to the small of her back, not the middle of her …

“Assuming a bit much, aren’t you?” she asked, glaring at him. “I’m very well educated.”

The Officer smiled. “I knew that,” he said. “Could tell the first moment I saw you.”

Beryl gave him a quick smile, then looked down.

“A bit reserved I reckon, too,” he observed, taking her downwards glance as an indication of shyness.

Actually, Beryl was trying to see if he had any inside pocket in his jacket. She had had time to lightly pat down his outer pockets while dancing, but so far she hadn’t found anything like a key card for a door.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she said, finally spotting what looked like the edge of a plastic card just sticking out of the right inside pocket. “I like a bit of excitement sometimes.” She glanced over at Nic. “The thrill of the unexpected dip, now and then.”

As if on cue, the Officer dipped her. And with his eyes firmly focused on hers, and his jacket hanging open, she snatched the card out of his pocket and palmed it in her left hand.

And as he raised her up, his ‘wandering hand’ wandered a bit too far again, and this time, instead of just moving his hand, she slapped him across the face with her right hand.

“How dare you take liberties with me like that!” she said angrily. “I’m willing to tolerate a certain amount of uncouth behaviour, but that is quite enough! No one ‘dips’ me but my husband!”

And with that said, she left the officer gobsmacked in the middle of the dance floor and headed towards Nic, Ryshana and Jana, with the card discreetly in hand.

As Ryshana watched the dancing unfold between the Beryl and the officer, Ryshana knew she didn't like it. Finally, Beryl had spotted the security card. After the quick dip and the subsequent smack by Beryl, Ryshana quickly handed off the tray with Beryl's drink to Jana as she noticed the officer glaring at Ryshana. Then, he started walking over to them.

Ryshana quickly intercepted the man and held him off. "Excuse me sir, but you'll have to be leaving this particular area," Ryshana stated firmly.

"Oh shove off," he stated as he tried to move past Ryshana.

"Excuse me sir, but my lady has already expressed that she does not want to be around you. It's reason enough for me," she replied as she moved to block his path.

Stepping back, the man was obviously a bit angry. "You haven't seen the last of me," the man stated. Although he had tried to sound a bit ominous, it was difficult to believe him since it was readily apparent that he had been hitting the wine a bit hard.

Returning to the rest of the group, Ryshana retrieved the tray from Jana. "Your drink, madam?"

Before beryl could grab the drink, Nic took it and placed it out of her reach. "You need to be sober for tonight, and you've already had enougth." Nic stated as he held out his hand and waved it in a 'give it to me way'. "But good job, you did it like a Pro."

Beryl raised an eyebrow at Nic as he took her Membrosia, but didn't complain. "You know, darling, I think I'll stick to being a 'pro' pilot, if you don't mind," she said quietly, as she slipped the card into Nic's jacket pocket, having no pocket of her own in the evening dress she was wearing. "And leave the groping to the professional... whatevers."

She glared at the Officer, who, even though he was across the room, was still making threatening gestures on his way out. "What a skrag," she said, and she shivered with disgust. "It's men like that that make me wish I had worn an attack stohl tonight. His hands certainly wouldn't have been wandering so freely if I'd had one of those around my neck."

She looked at Nic. "So, dear, can we leave now, or do we have to check in again with our esteemed, but disgusting, host?"

Nic looked around. "We can leave now sugar." He said then looked at Jana. "wait two hours before we begin our plan.

Nic then stepped closer to beryl and held his arm out for beryl to rap hers around. "Let's keep up appearances."

"Fine," Beryl said, grabbing hold of Nic's arm to allow him to escort her out. "As long as you keep your hands to yourself," she added quietly.

Nic led Beryl out of the Ballroom and took her to the Elevator, When they reached there floor he them headed strait for the room they had been given. Nic opened the door then shut it behind them, The room was grand with a singal King size bed and various peices of art scattered around the room.

Nic looked down and smiled at Beryl. "so... Left side or Right side."

Beryl slowly raised an eyebrow at Nic’s question, but decided not to answer him right away. Instead, she walked further into the room, surveying things carefully as she went.

The paintings were very nice. So were the gold-plated taps on the refresher. And the hand-embroidered bedspread. In fact, the whole room was well thought out in every detail. Including, the surveillance camera she had just discovered.

“Darling, I believe this might be an original,” Beryl said, keeping in character, as she moved closer to the dressing table while appearing to examine the picture that hung on the wall next to it. “Come take a look.” As he approached, she nonchalantly tapped a manicured fingernail near a small lamp on the table—where, if one looked closely, there was a tiny camera lens disguised as a crystal decoration on the base of the lamp. She hoped that Nic would notice it without her having to blatantly point it out. Although, she was at a loss as to how they were going to damage or destroy it without making it look like they had done it on purpose.

“You know, our host really has outdone himself with the dйcor,” she said to Nic. “The attention to detail is amazing. Don’t you agree?”

"Yes the Detail is Exquisite." Nic said as he walked towards one of his Cases the Valet had brought up. Nic opened it so it's contents could not be seen by The camera. Inside the case was Various cloths and equipment but nic only took one Box and poketed it. He then walked back over to Beryl and the Bug, He Discreetly placed the Box behind the camera then smiled at Beryl.

"They, can't Hear or see us now." Nic siad looking strait down the camera. "Say what you like about cloud, but he does make some vary useful gadgets. Currently the security are watching us having a blazeing row."

“Good. I hope I win.” Beryl let out a long sigh of relief and sat down hard on the right side of the bed. “But, even if I don’t… thank you, Cloud,” she said, with a grateful look upwards. “I don’t think I would have lasted another minute at that party. I mean, I could hardly tell the difference between that Moff and a Gamorrean, and add ‘Officer Roving Hands’ to the mix and…. You know, I really could have used that Membrosia you stole from me.” Her look suddenly turned very serious. “I don’t think I can keep this charade up for much longer. No offence, Nic, but I’d much rather spar with you than dance. Not that you’re a bad dancer,” she added, “but, well, this whole husband and wife thing… it just feels… weird. Especially with Jana and her new ‘look.’ Did you see it? For a second there, I thought we were just going to burst into flames and turn into a pile of ash right there on the dance floor. Never seen that particular ‘look’ before, and I don’t want to see it again. At least, not aimed at me.”

She took a deep breath. “So,” she said, in a much lighter tone, “how long do we have to wait before we break into the Moff’s office, get what we came for, and get out of here?”

Nic took a deep breath and sat down next to Beryl. "Unfortunitly, Once we have planted the programme we still need to hang around incase what we need isn't on the Console." Nic Laughed and stood up "Anyway you're doing a good job and don't worry about Jan she just has an Alpha femail Thing and doesn't like being put in the backseat."

Nic continued to walk over to his case again and took out two sets of black clothes and threw one to Beryl. "Put 'em on over what you're wearing, We may need to change quick."

Beryl took the black trousers and the shirt Nic had given her, then looked down at her dress. As she began to hike it up so that she could put the trousers on, she paused, suddenly feeling shy.

"Well? Turn around," she told him, gesturing with her hand.

In a few moments, she was dressed entirely in black, her dress tucked neatly underneath. Even though it felt a bit bulky, Beryl felt better being more covered up. "Alright. You can turn around now. I'm ready." She looked at the clock on the nightstand. "You think Jana and Ryshana have taken care of the security yet?"

Jana glanced at the time. "C'mon, Shana... time to go." She led the way out of the servants' quarters toward the security control room. As they approached the door, Jana turned again to Ryshana. "Now, remember," she said. "We're only shooting if we have to."

She held up a gas grenade. "Alright..." she murmured, approaching the door and taking out two breathing devices. She handed one to Ryshana and placed the other in her own mouth. Then, she walked up to the door and was preparing to hack the entry code when the door opened. Startled, Jana stood, finding herself face to face with a guard.

"What are you..." he began. Jana interrupted his surprise and curiosity by punching him in the face. Hard. He flew backward into the room and Jana tossed her grenade inside, shutting the door behind it.

"Give it a few seconds and they'll all be unconscious," she said.

Ryshana followed Jana down the hall to the security room. Ryshana smiled as she took the breather, but it quickly faded as Jana was about to start hacking the keypad as she felt somebody approaching. She started to pull Jana away from the console and the door, but it was too late.

After the takedown, Ryshana quickly put on her own breather as they waited for the minutes to go by.

"Well if they haven't this is going to be one short trip."
After turning back Nic smiled at Beryl and took a pack out of the case, he strapped it to his back then walked over to the window and opened he quickly looked down the building, They were about 15 stories up. Nic proceeded to look to the left and then to the right, he saw a small fire escape and smiled. Looking up he noticed their was another five stories up.

"Let's go." Nic said as he moved out of the window and over to the fire escape.

Beryl peered out the window, then looked down at her high heels, then gave a deadpan look at Nic. "Erm... did I miss a briefing? I don't remember anything about scrambling up fire escapes fifteen floors above the ground in high heels." She paused a moment. "Mmm...no. Definitely don't remember that."

She wasn't afraid of heights, but she was afraid of slipping and falling. And it was a long way down. Thinking for a moment, she took off her shoes, and fastened the ankle straps around the belt loop of the pants she was wearing. "Just... please, be careful not to shoot any glass," she said to him, and she followed him out the window and onto the fire escape in her bare feet. "I take it we're going up?"

Nic smiled "You're a mind reader Beryl." Nic said as he bean to climb up to the top of the fire escape up to the room. Nic reached the top and turned around and held his hand out for beryl.

With Nic's help Beryl hoisted herself up onto the fire escape landing. "And I thought I was a risk taker," she murmured, looking down once more before shaking her head. "Now what?" she asked, beginning to shiver from the cold wind blowing, as they were so high up. "What's the plan to get inside?"

"Now, in," Jana murmured around the breather. She keyed open the door and stepped in through the cloud of thick gas inside. Once inside, she moved over to a console and told Ryshana, "You concentrate on deactivating the security locks. I'll handle the cameras."

In about five minutes, Jana set the security cameras to play back the events of the day before. "Done," she said, leaning back in the chair and watching as the gas cloud began dissipating into the vents and out the open door.

Nic began to walk toward the other side of the builsding and laced his pack on the floor, He opened it and took out a metal spike and a hammer. "We're going in through the window." He explained before hitting the spike into the rooftop. "There'll be guards outside the door in so even with the system down we still need to be quiet."

Nic took out a rope and tied one end to the Spike and held the other out towards Beryl. "Make sure it's on you tight, we don't want you to fall."

“I’m going first?” Beryl asked, as she secured the rope around her waist, and then double checked her knot. She looked backward over her shoulder at the window ledge that was their target. “Is the window unlocked, or am I going to need a glass cutter or something?” She paused, a bit unsure. “And, if I’m down there, who’s holding the slack up for you up here on the way down?”

Nic looked at Beryl and smild. "Who said i was going down. I'm going to lower you down." Nic reached back into his pack and took out a small handheld computer interface tool and handed it to beryl. "If Ry and shortstuff have done their job the locks should be down and you can pull the door open. once in, all you have to do is attach that to the console and install the programme. Then i'll pull you up."