MC: AOTE: Rhea

[steven]

"Greetings Mr. White. It's a pleasure to speak with you. Mr. Vockcell speaks highly of you and your company." Said a loud, erritating voice.

Jack mouthed to Nic "I bet your 100 credits he's as fat as a hutt!"

"Funny I've never heard of it. How long have you been in the bibusiness?"

[starmark2k]

Nic was not the best at thinking on his feet usually but when he had a Con job he often changed and for some reason became quick. "We'll quite a while now but we've tended to deal with smaller companies." Nic replied. "I wish to thank you for your invite to your retreat."

[steven]

"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?"

[starmark2k]

"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."

[JasraLantill]

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."

[starmark2k]

"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.

[JasraLantill]

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

[starmark2k]

"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."

[JasraLantill]

"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.

[starmark2k]

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

[XoRRoX]

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.

[starmark2k]

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.))

[steven]

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.

[stingerhs]

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.

[JasraLantill]

((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."

[starmark2k]

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."

[JasraLantill]

"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?"

[starmark2k]

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."

[JasraLantill]

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?"

[stingerhs]

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.

[starmark2k]

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.))

[JasraLantill]

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.

[Writer]

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..."

[starmark2k]

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."

[JasraLantill]

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.