"The mission is simple, we need you to go undercover to a rebel party to get information on the whereabouts of Ahsoka Tano."
The Fifth Brother nodded at The First Brother, "And how shall I be, disguised?"
The First Brother stared emotionlessly, "Excuse me?"
"Will I be disguised as a bodyguard? Or maybe a chef, or-"
The First Brother laughed briefly, "No. Your disguise will be much more… 'complex'."
"How do you mean?" The Fifth Brother asked, abashed.
The First Brother began to walk away, "Let's just say this is punishment for your most recent of failures."
The Fifth Brother watched him leave the room, "Okay."
A few short hours later the Fifth Brother was met by the First Brother, the Second Brother and the Eleventh Sister. "So-" the Fifth Brother began. The Eleventh Sister grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into another room then proceeded with knocking him out. She nodded at the Second Brother, "Let's get to work." The Second Brother nodded in return as he entered the room. He sighed and shook his head, "This will be a challenge, but one we will over come. Hand me the dress…"
The Fifth Brother awoke after what seemed like only minutes, despite it having been a good couple hours. Something didn't feel right, he sat up and looked down, not only was he wearing a short dress he was also seemed to actually have cleavage. He stared for a little while bewildered by what the hell must've happened to him while he was sleeping. The Fifth Brother growled a bit and went to rub his head, surprised to find he was also put into a wig. He tried to stand, but nearly fell over as something on his feet made him uncomfortably unbalanced. He looked at his feet and saw he was wearing some kind of white shoes that made him taller. The Fifth Brother turned around and found a mirror. Suddenly he could feel nothing but a strong feeling of humiliation.
He looked in the mirror at himself and couldn't help but blush intensely. One moment he was a feared Inquisitor, fighting for the Empire, the next, some weird looking girl in a dress that, in his opinion, was a little too short. He sighed looking closer at his face, examining the makeup that he was forced into wearing. The Fifth Brother backed up cautiously to get a better look at his whole body. He presumed that a female of whatever species he was would look similarly. The Fifth Brother stared at the mirror for a good five minutes straight, he was wearing an oddly puffy, sparkly, light pink dress that cut off a little above his thighs.
The Fifth Brother sighed, brushing back the long black hair from the wig he wore. "Punishment. Now it make sense…" He was instantly shocked by his voice. Did I? Why do I sound… "Uhhh… Words?" The Fifth Brother's voice sounded much more feminine. What kind of voice changing device did they shove down my throat this time? He carefully turned back around and walked over to the long counter. "Alright… What exactly am I doing?" He picked up a small device that appeared to have a voice recording on it.
It was the First Brother's voice, "Hopefully you don't let the fact that I let the Eleventh Sister and the Second Brother decide how you'd be disguised, bother you. Honestly I thought you looked like an actual woman… sure you may be kind of weird looking, but a woman none-the-less. Anyway, I assume you'd like to know for certain what all you will be doing. With the information gathered by the Twi'lek you captured a couple weeks back, we learned the rebels would be holding a party to celebrate… well she didn't say. There was a long pause. Uhm… in continuation to what I've already said, we need you to go in and get as much information as possible on where Tano is… without getting caught. Really that's it. Oh! Also we hid you in the closet of where the party is supposed to be loc-."
The recording cut off there. The Fifth Brother closed his eyes and waited a few moments before slowly leaving the closet and entering the room. It was so loud, all he could hear was the people talking loudly and cheerfully to each other. The walls were covered in brightly colored decoration, and there were lanterns strung across the ceiling. Everyone was dressed in bright colors. The Fifth Brother felt like he just blended right in. He took a deep breath and carefully walked around, not sure how to get the information needed without seeming suspicious. Eventually he walked over to the refreshments table. It was covered in all sorts of food, some of which did not look edible. The Fifth Brother shrugged and just stood there for a while. Suddenly he felt someone put their hand on his shoulder, he turned around and saw it was someone familiar. The Lasat! Oh, he'd better not ruin this mission for me.
The Lasat smiled sleekly, "Hey, my name's Zeb."
The Fifth Brother let out a small sigh of relief and looked down, He must not recognize me. He rolled his eyes and looked back at Zeb, "Okay…"
Zeb frowned a bit, "Do you know who I am?"
"Not even a clue." The Fifth Brother nodded with content from himself and began walking away.
Zeb grabbed his arm, "Oh come on, just one dance?"
"Sorry, I don't ca-" Then he knew what to do, dance with the lasat and subtlety get information, "I don't know how to dance…"
Zeb smiled warmly and offered him his hand. The Fifth Brother played along and took it, pretending to be charmed. Zeb smiled and pulled him over to the dance floor. This has better not get me recognized. Zeb moved the Fifth Brother's hands onto Zeb's shoulders, and put his hands around the Fifth Brother's waist. "Now just let me take the lead." Zeb spoke softly. Five was unsure with how he should feel about the whole ordeal. Shortly the two began dancing, swaying softly with the music. Despite the Fifth Brother feeling extremely uncomfortable he still acted as though he enjoyed this.
"You know, I have a thing for tall women…" Zeb began.
You shall be dissapointed by the end of this. The Fifth Brother smiled bashfully, "Oh, really now?"
Zeb lifted his arm and twirled the Fifth Brother around, "Oh yes, you are just my type."
"Oh don't say that… you barely know me."
Zeb hugged the Fifth Brother close, "I think I'll know you plenty by the end of the night."
The Fifth Brother forced a laugh, "Oh, Mhm." This was a… poorly thought through plan…
Zeb rubbed the back of his hand across the Fifth Brother's face, "I never got your name…"
The Fifth Brother froze, "My name?"
Zeb hugged the Fifth Brother again, "It's okay, if I were in your position I'd forget my name too."
I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. "Heh…"
"Maybe this will remind you…" Zeb leaned in to kiss the Fifth Brother.
The Fifth Brother pulled away almost instantly, "No!" he yelled. Suddenly, seemingly all eyes were on him. He forced a laugh and looked back at Zeb, "None… none of that yet… I mean… you don't even know my name." Horrible… horrible plan.
Zeb nodded understandably, "I see how you are. Hey, I know a great place on the roof where we can-"
"No… no I don't like… roofs."
Zeb seemed confused, "Uh… okay. Do you want anything to eat?"
Five nodded and watched Zeb walk away. He sighed out of relief and walked away. Now all I have to do is avoid him for the rest of the night- A man, notably taller than he, walked up to him. Being that Fifth Brother was taller than most, this made him rather uncomfortable, so, instinctively he leaned back. The man stepped closer to him, causing the Fifth Brother to take a step back. The Fifth Brother was unsure of whatever was going on, but he knew for a fact he did not like it. The man smiled calmly and held out a plate with small wine glasses, "Calm down, I'm the guy who gives people things." The Fifth Brother stared at him for a while; the Man simply stared back. Reluctantly the Fifth Brother took one of the drinks and watched the man walk away.
The Fifth Brother sniffed the drink; it smelt better than he expected so he decided he'd drink it. After many incidents at the Inquisitorius, he had a distrust in people giving him anything. He drank quickly but was unsure of what to do with the glass so he simply lowered himself and placed on the ground, then swiftly walked away. The Fifth Brother ended up back near the refreshments table, it smelt great but he knew now was likely not the time to eat. "Just need to know where Ahsoka is…"
"Why?" A familiar voice spoke behind him.
He turned around and saw exactly who he did not want to meet here; Kanan Jarrus.
