The days got colder around this time of year. Rain poured down from a cloudy sky, turning into thick fog before the cool drops of water even hit the ground. Jaina stood alone in the Jedi Council Chamber, her arms crossed in front of her chest as she gazed through one of many windows adorning the walls around the oval shaped room. She shivered at the thought of having to step outside into the cold the way she was dressed.

But going into the renowned Electro club N8 as a Jedi bordered on definite insanity. She had to look her part as an interested party in wanting more information on a drug called Push. Not only did it heighten the average sentient senses, it played havoc with dormant areas of the brain, bringing to life powers that weren't controllable. Local Enforcement had already seen to it that a few of the dealers were locked up but the Boss of the Operation – a human male calling himself Vishous – was still lost to them and according to viable sources, Vishous was one hell of a guy to have as an enemy. It seemed the man had perfected his use of Push and the last undercover agents to go after him had returned in small boxes scattered across the city.

So Enforcement had asked the Jedi for help.

Jaina felt goosebumps spreading along her bare arms and legs. The short black skirt she wore might have easily been painted on her skin; it barely covered her butt and she kept pulling at the skimpy piece of clothing, hoping to cover up just a few more centimeters of flesh. The matching halter top looked more like a bra to her and when Mara had brought the clothes just an hour earlier, Jaina had laughed in her face, saying she wouldn't be caught dead wearing underwear in public. But her aunt was a perfectionist when it came to persuasion. Jaina had even conceded in wearing the most hideous black shoes she'd ever laid eyes on. She could hardly stand on the thin high heels, having to steady herself against the wall – the thought of actually walking on them was a frightening one.

She sighed as she rubbed her brow. This was definitely one of her least favorite missions. And Master Skywalker had paired her up with Kyp. Knowing the older man's affinity for dry humor and snide remarks… yeah, this would really be a night to remember, wouldn't it?

The entrance to the Council Chamber swished aside and before Jaina managed to turn around to stare vibrodaggers at an intruder – she didn't want too many people seeing her in her current state of undress – she heard a grunt followed by a string of curses.

Raising her brows, Jaina trained her dark eyes on the visitor and almost choked. It was Kyp but she hardly recognized him. She bit the inside of her cheek – hard – in hopes of not bursting out laughing.

"Not. A. Single. Word." He jabbed a finger in her direction, "I'm warning you."

Now if Jaina had thought that she was having a bad dress-up day, Kyp's was blown out of nuclear proportion. She cocked her head to the side, as she looked him over from head to toe. The first thing she noticed was the fact that he had cut his hair. The once beautiful and thick wavy dark tresses had been replaced by a short, spiked up blue hair-do, the tips frosted snow white. His eyes were an unnatural electric blue color and it didn't suit him at all but matched his hair. Jaina held a hand in front of her mouth to hide a grin when she took in every detail of his clothes. His shirt – or the lack thereof – was made of a see-through material, resembling a black net of sorts. She could see his athletically built upper body and she felt her cheeks warm at the sight. A black tattoo of a vine trailed along his pecs down towards a six-pack of abs and below the waistline of a very, very tight pair of black leathers. His boots hugged his calves and Jaina remembered someone once calling them "shavit-kickers" – Silver, dagger-shaped buckles, ran along the front.

Jaina bit down harder. This was a sight she would never forget and she was honest with herself – as awkward as this situation was, she actually liked him in the clothes he had been forced into.

"Wow Kyp."

"I said not a word."

"I was going to say that you look good."

Kyp snorted, "Yeah right. Whatever."

Jaina drew in a breath and used the Force to keep herself steady as she pushed away from the wall. She'd always been a head shorter than Kyp but now with her newest pair of shoes, she matched him in height. She smiled brightly as she approached him, "Aren't we a beautiful couple?"

She didn't miss the stare the older man was giving her – she turned around for him, to give him a much better view of her bare back and very long legs. "Like what you see?"

Kyp opened his mouth to answer – no doubt, a remark Jaina didn't want to hear – as the doors to the Council Chamber parted to admit Mara Jade Skywalker. The woman grinned as she saw her two victims together in one room, then started to laugh at the perturbed looks the both of them were giving her.

"Look at you!" Mara about squealed, "We should take a holopic, you know, just for the record?" She winked at them. Kyp narrowed his eyes.

"Do we have a go?" He all but snarled.

"Of course you do. Now that you're dressed. And by the way, Durron." Her smile widened as she gave him a once over, "My, my, my. Hadn't realized that you were this packed." She wriggled her eyebrows in a very Mara Jade kind of way and stepped aside as Kyp bounded past her.

"Hurry up, Jaina!" He growled over his shoulder, not even the least bit concerned that Jaina could hardly walk.

From the outside, the club looked shabby. The building was located in the nether districts of Coruscant, an area that made the Jungle of Minos look like a land of plenty. Aggressive sounding electro music reached Kyp's ears, filtering through a closed set of meter high double doors. Two eerily looking individuals stood at each side, their hands clasped behind their backs. Both of them wore black shades and Kyp wondered how they could even see in the darkness surrounding them.

Jaina sighed and raked a hand through her dark hair, "Think they'll let us in?"

Kyp gave her a mock stare, raising an eyebrow, "Am I a powerful Jedi Master?" He snorted and turned his back on her, making his way to the entrance of N8. He heard Jaina walking behind him, her high heels clicking away on the dirty ground.

As the two of them approached the bouncers, Kyp noticed their shoulders tensed up. Smiling brightly, Kyp planted the Force suggestion of letting them pass in both their minds. Without any interruption, Jaina and Kyp slipped through and almost staggered back at the wall of smoke and an unidentifiable stench that lay before them.

"Now what?" Jaina called above the ruckus, scanning the interior with her eyes. The place was packed. Half-naked bodies gyrated on the dance floor, some holding colorful lights in their hands as they moved with the beat of the music. A large group of people tangled in front of an oval shaped bar, a barely clothed human female filling up drinks and using her best assets to sell.

"Get into your role, sweetheart. You reek of "I-Don't-Belong-Here." He winked at her as he made his way down a small flight of stairs. He made sure his expression was impassive but still fierce enough to let the single females (or not) know that he wasn't for the taking. Already he felt stares at his back, felt their neediness course through him – these were the times he disliked his empathy abilities. Grunting, he closed his eyes for a second and kept the ability under tight control.

Jaina caught up with him and grabbed his hand, pulling him to a stop. She crept closer, placing her fingers on his chest while leaning forward to whisper in his ear, "The guy sitting at the bar? He's the one from the pictures."

Kyp pulled Jaina closer, one hand gently gripping her hip, "Are you sure?"

"Positive. His name's Menelaeous. He'll take us to see Vishous."

"He won't give in easily, you know that." He took a deep breath, a slight frown on his forehead.

"I thought you were the powerful Jedi Master?" Jaina said sweetly, raising both her arms around his neck, "Make him do your bidding."

Arching a brow, Kyp pulled back and gave Jaina a tiny push, "Concentrate on the mission, Jaina." He snapped, inclining his head towards a small, heavy-set man sitting hunched at the bar. Menelaeous was holding a grimy coat in both his thick hands and even from a distance Kyp knew the man was hiding a weapon underneath. Dark brown hair hung to his broad shoulders, colored beads braided into a few strands.

Grabbing Jaina's hand, Kyp pushed himself through the dancing crowd. An overzealous female human came close enough to grind her hips in Kyp's direction and it was all Kyp could do to not push her away forcefully. Instead, he pulled Jaina forward in a hug, narrowing his eyes at the unwanted company, letting her know that he wasn't interested. She left with a wink and blew him a kiss before she ventured further to her next prey.

The two of them pushed on until Kyp and Jaina flanked Menelaeous at the bar. Jaina plopped down on the bar stool, swinging one leg over the other – very lady like. She smiled sweetly while ordering a strong glass of whisky. Kyp gave her an arched stare but otherwise he held his peace.

"What do you want?" Menelaeous snapped without raising his eyes to the newcomers.

"Information." Kyp answered, leaning his hip against the bar. He stared at the crowd around them while he talked, taking in all the details he could. There were three escape vectors from their current position, not counting the main entrance due to the dance floor. Kyp doubted the man would want unneeded attention.

"You've come to the wrong place. Get going." Menelaeous threw his head back and gulped down the rest of the green liquid in his glass. He turned on the stool, wanting to get to his feet but Kyp kept him down with a single gesture of his hand.

"I said, we need information."

The man looked up, his face contorted into a mask of anger, "You filthy Jedi scumbag. Let me go."

Kyp sighed and smiled, "Who're you working for?"

"I won't tell you nothing." Kyp saw the man's hand twitch underneath his coat. Definitely a weapon.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." He inclined his head to the man's lap, "I'll have you on the floor in a second if you do. And then things will get ugly."

"I'm not afraid of you."

Kyp pursed his lips and his smile grew into a wide and wicked grin, "You really should be. Because –" He leaned forward, his words very low and barely audible over the music, "I'm not like my fellow Jedi. I do what I want, when I want."

Jaina laughed, "You should listen to him. He doesn't like to play nice."

The man swallowed but still he didn't speak. Kyp was growing tired of his games – he got up from the barstool and took a step closer to the man, "Fine. Have it your way. I'll take what I need to know."

"Wait!" The man shrieked, clearly afraid that he was going to die if he didn't do as told, "Maybe I do know something."

"Then talk."

"You're here about Push, aren't you?"

Kyp nodded.

"I know where to find Vishous."

"We already gathered as much." Jaina drawled in a boring tone, holding her glass in one hand while trailing a well-manicured finger around its rim.

"Take us to him." Kyp ordered.

"I can't. He'll kill me if I do."

Kyp was getting increasingly annoyed with the little man, "Then give me his location."

"Give me protection in return."

He pretended to think it over for a minute, making the short man squirm under his penetrating gaze. "Alright. You come with us, you shut up until I ask you a question. Understood?"

Menelaeous nodded, "Get me out of here." He said in a low voice, "And then head to The Eye. That's Vishous' place."

Menelaeous walked between Kyp and Jaina as they headed back outside. The fresh air was soothing to his senses as they stepped into the darkened streets. He inhaled a breath and let it out on a sigh.

"The speeder's parked around the corner, out of sight." Jaina said but they didn't even make it that far. Out of nowhere, a blaster shot rang out, hitting Menelaeous straight in the chest. He toppled over, smoking, dead before he hit the ground.