"We have narrowed the identity of the killer down but we don't have much past the information you were given, Master Niscenna, try to keep in contact as much as possible but we realize you might not have much availability to call back to the Council, try to gather anything you can"

The holo image of the Jedi Master on the ship stood in the standard robes, hands behind their back and their eyes locked on the younger Jedi standing on her ship.

"I'll assure I gather all the information I can and bring Master Tyron's killer to Republic justice…" she sighed shaking her head. "I still can't believe a mere bounty hunter managed to pull this off"

"That's what we're trying to figure out" the Master relaxed a bit with a sigh. "Do what you can…may the force be with you Niscenna" the Master bowed before cutting off. As the holo cut off, the girl slouched a little, glancing around the ship then down to herself. She wasn't wearing the standard Jedi robes instead wore a smuggler style tight shirt, long jacket, baggy pants and boots that hugged her feet with a few buckles on the side. Her red hair was pulled up in a messy bun with a few loose strands falling around her face. She felt uncomfortable, this wasn't really was she was used to and it made her feel awkward causing her to constantly tug at her clothes.

"Well time to go, Nar Shadda, this should be fun" she chuckled strapping the blaster to her belt, throwing the bag over her shoulder then heading out of the ship and through the spaceport. The few guards that recognized her nodded but others simply moved to refuel her ship as she continued out through the planet. Nar Shadda was the best smuggler and bounty hunter paradise, run by the Hutt Cartel and mostly dominated by every underworld and shady deal that existed in the galaxy.

"Didn't think I'd be back here any time soon" she groaned shaking her head and starting to make her way through the streets and towards the Cantina she had saw in the information from the Jedi Council. When she walked through the decorative doors she was expecting the usual looks for a Jedi in a place like this but they didn't come. It didn't take long before she remembered she was undercover, the winks from the smuggler in the duster coat and hat from across the room was a swift reminder.

Niscenna smirked a bit to him, pushing the hair behind her ear and taking a seat in one of the chairs at the bar. As the bartender came by, she quickly ordered a lighter drink. A drunk Jedi, overall, wasn't the greatest idea.

The atmosphere wasn't something she was used to, normally her days revolved around the Senate tower, politics talks and negotiations and a few fights here and there alongside Republic troops. This was way more up her alley, she felt at home. Grinning a little, she relaxed and started moving her head to the music. Not long after, she blinked turning to see two Mandalorians walk in. One of them was a younger girl, blonde and attractive with lighter armor and her helmet off, the man walking next to her was in only part of the armor but over it wore robes and the very specific corrupted eyes of the Sith.

"Well…I know now how they did it" she groaned turning and refocusing on her drink so they wouldn't see her immediately. No doubt this was the two that did it but she didn't have any real proof yet and that was going to be a lot more difficult to get.

"Time to put on my charm" she smirked to herself putting her cup down, fixing her hair so a few more strands came out and she turned back to the guy pretending to just now notice him as they approached the bar. The woman next to him was talking about a thousand words per second and the guy seemed to just chuckle occasionally but didn't pay much attention. They were going on in mostly Mandalorian and her very limited understanding of the language made it difficult to pick up exactly what the conversation was about.

As they sat near her at the bar, Niscenna grinned to man throwing him a slight wink. He seemed to notice her and threw her back a soft and cocky smile. This was when she knew she had him. Men, all of them are the same. She chuckled to herself picking up her cup and moving her way over. The woman that was talking seemed to stop mid-sentence seeing her walk up.

"Hi? You are?" She practically scoffed as if Niscenna had literally walked and sat into her lap. The guy rolled his eyes, "Griia, it's alright" he laughed. "Hello, I see you were watching me…decided to come say something?" he smirked slightly moving a little and motioning her to sit. Niscenna obliged and sat next to him, leaning on the counter.

"Niscenna" she started finishing off her drink. "I couldn't help but notice…you sort of stick out here…"

"I suppose so" his eyes almost softened at hers. Normally she was immune to them but the deep amber glow drew her in for some reason, or maybe it was because he was Sith and he was purposely manipulating her. No, she wouldn't fall for it. As if he read her mind, he grinned a bit and turned back to the bar, ordering a drink then turning back to her.

"Randasan, Thel" the man grinned with a slight nod holding up his cup as the drink arrived. "This is Griia Fayden" his hand motioned over to the woman next to him that was already eating, simply waving a hand in her general direction to say hi.

"Good to meet you two…so how'd a Sith get stuck with a Mandalorian" she grinned. "Normally, they don't really travel together…or are you just pretending to be Sith" Niscenna teased.

"Good eyes, smuggler" he winked, almost a sultry wink, like he knew he had her just hanging on a string but Niscenna turned away. "I am Mandalorian, I also happen to be Sith…born Mandalorian, not born Sith"

"I get it" Niscenna chuckled. "Something about the eyes, I admit Mando, a little hard to look away" she winked. What am I doing? Am I taking this a little too far? "Well, what are you here for? Anything fun" she asked trying to revert her thoughts back to work and trying to find out if the man she was flirting with was a potential murderer of a Jedi Master.

"On vacation, in a way, we're taking some time off" he motioned to Griia before going back to his drink.

"Uh huh you and the girl?"

Out of the all the times Griia chose to listen, she nearly choked and spit out her drink laughing, "No…" she started.

"No no, no" Randasan chuckled. "Vod" he started in Mandalorian. "Sister"

"Mmm" Niscenna nodded as if she believed him but left the slight hint of doubt, letting him see it.

"Don't believe me?" He asked leaning on the counter and crossing her arms playfully. Niscenna simply shook her head.

"Alright, fair enough, but I wouldn't be hitting on you in front of her otherwise right?"

She stopped contemplating a bit before nodding, "I guess so, alright Mando I'll give you the benefit of doubt"

"So I told you what I was here for" he grinned. "What about you?"

She had a whole thing set out for when she was asked what she was doing and if she needed a cover story. The Jedi had been more then thorough in setting up her cover. Randasan didn't make her feel like she needed it.

"Sort of the same, just finished a job" Niscenna sighed. It was halfway true, now it was on to another.

"Well, where are you heading now?" He asked. Legitimately interested. Talking to him like this was more interesting then she thought it would be. There is no way he could be the killer, he was too nice, however the facts made too much sense. She knew she was still working and she had to refocus, and very much refocus on staying hidden. I

"Nowhere without my ship…it's sort of out of commission, little bit of a scuffle…yeah" she joked rolling her eyes playing her embarrassed act perfectly.

"Uh huh" He started. There was that smirk again. He had to be using some sort of force trick, yeah, there was no way he was pulling her in so easily, but she was very resistant to force tricks being a force user, no this was different.

"I'm working on ship parts now" Niscenna continued with her cover story. "So I'm stuck here until I can get to my parts"

"Right" Randasan laughed finishing his drink. Griia seemed to be listening in, it wasn't too difficult to tell but she pretended to be ignoring them. Almost like an over-protective big sister.

"How about I make a deal" he asked finishing his drink. "We're heading out now…and I can help you get your ship parts and bring you back here and get your ship repaired for you"

She watched him narrowing her eyes almost a little skeptical. This seemed like a bad idea, really bad idea. Being stuck on a ship with a potential Jedi killer and if he only found out she was a Jedi.

"Alright, my end of the deal?" Niscenna asked paying for her drink and adjusting to face him.

"You lend me your very perfect smuggler form..." before he finished Niscenna raised an eyebrow but he kept going. "And of course your blaster in a few jobs here and there, you get a part of the cut"

No, this was too easy. No way was it going to be this easy. Maybe she had a future in this whole seduction thing.

"Deal" she said a little too quickly. "I just have a few small things to get"
"Good, meet you at the hangar, C-21, we will meet you there soon, have a few things to finish" he nodded standing.

Niscenna nodded fixing her coat, winking and walking out the door.

After she was gone, Griia turned to Randasan.

"Sure you know what you're doing Vod? You can't trust every perfect pair of boobs that walks through the door"

"Oh come on Gri, don't be so paranoid…she fell on some hard times we all know how that is, besides it's only for a little while, just until her ship is repaired" Randasan grinned flicking his finger, a small wave of force throwing her blonde wavy hair around. She crossed her arms and huffed, "Alright, but when the nice apperantly very beautiful smuggler robs you out of house and home don't come crying to me" she grinned. "Now go" she laughed pushing him.