The trip from the edge of the Chiloon Rift to Nar Shaddaa only took a few days for Ship and Space Cop's vessel to travel at their top hyperdrive speeds. Once they reached the system from which the Smugglers' Moon and its parent planet, Nal Hutta, orbited, Space Cop's car-like ship suddenly seemed to transform into that of a typical Corellian YT-2400 freighter.

Vestara and Mirta watched the transformation out of the makeshift viewport Ship made that kept watch on Space Cop's vessel even through hyperspace.

"At least this Plinkett won't recognize Space Cop following him," Mirta commented beside the Sith.

The same went for them, as they wouldn't attract attention in an organic-looking vessel like the Sith Meditation Sphere; thanks to an imaging device provided by Space Cop before they completely left the Chiloon Rift, Ship now appeared as a luxurious Kuati yacht that no one would suspect of any wrongdoing. Hence, that was why there was even less hassle on Ship rather than on the disguised car-like ship from the customs officers, who didn't go beyond looking at the exteriors of the ships.

Minutes later, the two vessels passed through the relatively lax customs checks to enter Nar Shaddaa's atmosphere and head for the city from which Plinkett's Poppers was located: New Vertica.

Vestara tapped the button on the control console to contact their male accomplice. "Space Cop, why is this bar called Plinkett's Poppers exactly?"

"Because a signature move that many of the dancers have to do is pop their titties out of their bras," Space Cop answered.

"That's it, I'm out," Mirta said. "Vestara, please take us out of here, I am not going to..."

"Get over yourself, we're getting paid for this, and we're gonna take this bastard down," Vestara said.

"Look, I can kill hundreds of innocent people if I have to, but there's a limit to what I'll do for credits," Mirta argued.

"Well, keep in mind," Space Cop's voice piped in, "you'll get some pretty good tips from the patrons there that'll make it worth your while."

Mirta shook her head disgustedly, but Vestara touched her on the crook of her elbow. "Listen, Mirta, you really wanna let this guy just walk? He's killing innocent women-"

"Suspected of killing innocent women," Mirta interrupted. "And besides, it makes no difference to me. I honestly don't care if he's kidnapping and murdering small children, I am not going to do something like pop my breasts out of my bra just to bring this low-life down."

"Well, Mirta, you don't exactly have to be one of the dancers," Space Cop interjected. "You could just act as her lesbian lover and bodyguard."

"Why not just bodyguard?" Mirta asked.

"Too suspicious," Space Cop answered. "No twenty-year-old rich enough to have a bodyguard with no other relationship would apply to a nudy bar."

"So why not a relative, like a cousin or something?" Mirta asked.

"Huh," Space Cop said. "Never thought about that. But are we sure we don't wanna do the lesbian thing?"

"Doesn't seem necessary," Mirta argued stiffly. "Why?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing," Space Cop replied with a hint of disappointment to his tone. "I just wanted to have this fantasy..." His muttering trailed off.

"Wait, isn't a girl like myself not supposed to be traveling in a Kuati yacht?" Vestara asked.

"Hey, we're on the Smugglers' Moon, so I doubt anyone will mind if you said you commandeered the yacht, as it were," Space Cop said. "And by commander, I mean stole it."

"Yes, we got that," Mirta said, irritated.

Soon, both ships settled down at a public parking port across the street from Plinkett's Poppers. After they exited their respective vessels and had their landing ramps locked back against the ships, they looked out across the street to the bar before them, which displayed a neon sign of a Twi'lek woman popping her breasts out of her bra; as well, her legs also spread out enough so that her panties snapped to reveal her vagina, all in an erotic dance. The sequence repeated itself over and over in five second intervals, with different colors.

Space Cop - dressed in plain civilian clothes identifying him as a Corellian in keeping with the false appearance of his ship, his hair and pupils dyed, and a beard matching the look of his hair- looked out at the repeating neon sequence with obvious desire, licking his lips and looking like he would start masturbating at any moment. Vestara and Mirta, on the other hand, looked at the sequence with obvious disgust, not even seeming to notice the exact opposite reaction from their male counterpart.

"Are you sure you wanna do this, Vestara?" Mirta asked. "Like I said, it really isn't worth it degrading yourself like this."

"Sometimes, a little self-degradation helps a lot of people, Mirta," Vestara replied with a tinge of doubt.

"Oh, c'mon, you're a Sith!" Mirta said. "Why would you even care? I certainly don't."

Vestara shrugged. "I maybe Sith, but I'm not completely evil. Maybe it might've been my time among the Jedi, I don't know, but one thing's for sure; I don't care much for establishments such as these. And if we take out Plinkett, we can wreck this place."

"Now, wait a minute, hold on," Space Cop said. "It's not a simple matter. You see, no one, and I mean absolutely no one, actually sees Plinkett. Even his second lieutenant, who actually runs the bar personally, doesn't know where he is, and only communicates with him on a channel that, if traced, will only lead to false locations every time; it's part of the Borg adaptation model he got when he stole their time travel device and the rest of the shit he took with them. The only time Plinkett will ever actually let anyone see him is if he wants to see the best dancer in the club."

"For sex," Vestara concluded.

"And all the missing victims just happened to be the best dancers prior to their disappearances," Mirta added.

"Exactly," Space Cop said. "Which is why we have to go through with this plan of Vestara here not only getting hired, but also to do the best she can and then some at her job. Essentially, she'll have to be the best dancer in the bar if she wants to get close to Plinkett and kill him."

"Which means she'll have to show off her breasts and vagina in her dance routines," Mirta said dejectedly.

"Hey, this is pretty much the only way to get Plinkett," Space Cop said in a way that didn't seem all that reassuring. "So let's go get you hired, Vestara."