The dull bass of the cantina he was in was so deep it felt as if it was thumping within the very depths of his skull. With each dull thump, the strobe lights would flash in varying colours. Bodies pressed against one another writhing and grinding their way through the song. As he looked around at the various patrons, he could see a number of them become intimate with one another as they danced, kissing as they ground against their partner.

The smell of alcohol and sex was thick in the air, to a degree that he could almost taste it on the tip of his tongue in the thick, smoggy air. Gently, as politely as he could he meandered his way through the crowd towards the bar as he tried to order a drink.

When he finally managed to wiggle his way in against the Durasteel and bodies, he sighed and rubbed his hand down his face. He could feel the light brush of stubble that had accumulated over the last day or two. He hadn't shaved since he left Tython and his face was becoming scratchy. He'd have to rectify it when this mission was over.

"Hey darlin'." A woman's voice purred into his ear. He turned his head slightly as he spotted what looked to be a very attractive Zeltron female with what could only be described as leather tape covering her more intimate areas. He had to force himself to look her in the eye, and by the Force was that difficult to do.

"Hello there, miss." He replied, motioning to the barman to bring him a drink. He didn't particularly care which one at this point.

"What's a handsome fella' like you doing all alone?" She whispered, brushing her lips over his cheek as she leant back. Her smile showed all her pearly white teeth and the way she fluttered her long eyelashes seemed to hint at a coy, playful side.

"I heard about this place from a friend. Thought I'd try it out." He grinned back, falling into his casual demeanour when a drink was placed into his waiting hand. He gently slid the credit chit into the bar-tenders hand and nodded his thanks before turning his whole body to face the woman at his side.

"Oh? Well it sounds like you have pretty smart friends. Why don't we find a place to sit, hmm?" She pouted, pulling gently on his hand and biting the corner of her full bottom lip.

"Sounds good to me, miss…?" He asked, taking a sip of his drink – a Juma Juice by the slight tang on his lips.

"Oh, well aren't you a polite one." She gushed, giggling. As she led him over to a quieter part of the club, he could feel the music quieten so as a normal conversation was possible. The booth they were in was nice, by the clubs standards. "The name is Mirri. Though if you want to learn more, you'll have to work at it." She grinned, leaning over him fully as he sat down. Her skin brushing against his as she nibbled at his ear.

"Well, I was raised to be polite to beautiful women." He chuckled in return, feeling the effect of a Zeltron gently breathe on his exposed neck. He felt his resolve slowly being whittled away.

"Well, aren't you a charmer. May I learn your name? I want something to remember you by." She winked, taking the glass out of his hand before holding his arms above and behind his head as she gently ground against his inner thigh. Her light violet skin glistening in the light.

"I… I, uh," He chuckled, suppressing a nervous cough. He cleared his throat before he continued, "I'm Nasra." He smiled back, sucking in a short breath as she slammed her lips into his own. He had never kissed anyone before and had no idea how to respond. After a moment's hesitation however, he felt his body automatically respond. He was clumsy and held no thoughts that it was at all enjoyable for her. She felt her teeth gently nip at his bottom lip, her tongue lightly brushing against his teeth. He could taste the alcohol on her lips, the Correllian Whiskey that she seemed to favour. Thing he could feel the most though, was the quick hot blasts of air that caressed this upper lip as her breathing quickened.

He felt her moan slightly when he pulled away, his eyes wild and darting about all over the place as he fought the blush in his cheeks. She grinned up at him and leant on his chest, the heart within beating furiously.

"Was I your first?" She grinned, looking through those long eyelashes of hers. He nodded dumbly. "Well, this is a cause for celebration then! Waiter!" She called out, twisting her body to specifically press against all the right places as she sat in Nasra's lap, her long legs up on the booth as she sat sideways on. She leant against his chest as if she were a newly-wed woman. His breathing was still erratic.

As the serving droid came to them, he didn't hear the drinks that she ordered. He was too busy trying to recite the Code in his head to calm his emotions. After a moment, he calmed down and returned to his previous demeanour. "Well, that was fun." He chuckled, grinning at her cheekily as he placed his right hand on her exposed thigh, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth over it.

"I aim to please." She beamed at him. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, she asked in a low voice, "So, what really brings a man such as yourself into my company?"

Nasra smiled in return, "Just hoping to unwind before I have to go back to work." He replied, fixing the collar of his loose shirt.

Mirri began tracing a finger along the edge of his collar, occasionally teasing his skin with her touch. "It must be such awful work." She pouted, but not before adding, "Though it must be worth it to create a figure such as yours."

"It's all very physical work, I'm afraid." He chuckled as the droid arrived carrying a large jug and a number of glasses.

"Oh, well that just sounds fun." Mirri purred, kissing him on the cheek. She gratefully removed the items from the droid and shooed to away. He'd been to plenty of places all over the galaxy and had witnessed plenty of what the varying societies had to offer. Droids were used for a variety of purposes. In high society and expensive recreational destinations, droids were used as a show of wealth. In lower society, they were used because the owner just couldn't afford the staff. Nasra found it all very unnecessarily complex.

"It's nice to relax once in a while." He smiled, watching her carefully as she poured two glasses before she offered him one.

"Well hun, if you stick with me, in the morning you'll be more relaxed than you can possibly imagine." She winked as they clinked glasses. They both threw back their glasses, swallowing the sharp whiskey with a wince. Zeltrons were known as a very free species. Their homeworld Zeltros was the largest party in the galaxy, known for the species always being in a state of celebration.

"Sounds good to me, but you don't think you could help me with something really quick could you?" He whispered into her ear, smirking to himself when it earned a slight shiver to run through the female in his lap.

"For you, darlin'? Anything." She purred in response, pulling her thick, long hair over her shoulder to expose her neck to him.

"I need to speak to a Rodian really quickly that's in here. Then we can be on our way." He said, smiling slightly. He could sense the Rodian just around the corner.

"Oh? What's his name? I might know him!" She replied enthusiastically.

"V-something… uh, Vostic? No. Vostis? No, that's not it…" He mumbled, clicking his fingers absently.

"Vistis? Sure, I know him!" She offered, grinning down at him as she sat up.

"Yeah, Vistis! That's right!" He grinned back at her as she stood up, her long legs momentarily banishing all thoughts of the Rodian from his mind. He looked up to see her wink at him before she began to pull him by his sleeve. "C'mon, I think he's just over here!"

They rounded the corner to see a Rodian sat in a booth with a number of Twi'lek women around him, all giggling at something he'd said. The insect-like species were all over the galaxy, usually working within the criminal underworld though there were a number that often strived to remove themselves from the stereotype of their race. Many were in the Republic forces and many still were Jedi.

"Vistis! I have someone here who's been looking for you!" Mirri announced, clinging onto Nasra's arm. The Rodian looked up to appraise the two after a moment. The women had all stopped giggling.

"What you want, human?" He demanded in basic Huttese.

"Well, I hear you did a job lately and I was hoping I'd be able to join your crew." Nasra replied politely, placing himself between the Rodian and the Zeltron behind him. He didn't want her to get hurt.

"No places in crew! Get lost!" Vistis demanded, making a shooing motion with his hands. He could sense two beings watching the encounter carefully. No doubt the Rodian's bodyguards from the Guild.

"That's a shame then. In that case," Nasra announced, pulling out his concealed lightsaber from his pocket and activating the blade. The blade stopped just short of the Rodian's snout, a look of surprise on the creatures face. "By order of the Republic and the Jedi, I'm placing you under arrest for theft of military property Vistis."

He felt a body behind him pressing against him, the sounds of a pair of blasters being primed caused him to look over his shoulder. Mirri behind him was pointing a pair of blasters at a pair of Duros bodyguards that had stood when he'd activated him lightsaber. The music suddenly seemed to die down as the club-goers caught a glimpse of the Jedi.

"Schutta!" Vistis cursed, standing slowly with his hands raised. Nasra de-activated his blade and pulled the Rodian's hands behind his back as he placed shock-retainers on his wrists.

"We all good back there, Mirri?" He asked over his shoulder as the restraints clicked into position. He held the Rodian by the scruff of his jacket. He looked back over at the women in the booth cowering away from him. He shrugged in apology before he heard his companion speak up.

"These two lugs won't do anything. We'll get him back to the Senate Tower for questioning." She replied, stepping to his side with her blasters trained on the two bodyguards.

"Alright. Let's get him back then." He said before he pushed the Rodian forward slightly, "You're going to be going away for a long time buddy." He added, chuckling.


The room was quiet outside the interrogation. Nasra paced back and forth with his hands on his hips while his companion leant against the wall, waving cheekily to anyone that walked past.

"Can you not put some clothes on?" Nasra asked, rubbing his forehead as an Ithorian Senator stumbled past at the sight.

"Oh please, you're not complaining." Mirri shot back, chuckling. She seemed to inspect her nails for a moment.

"No, I'm not but that last Senator might. Here, wear this." Nasra said, wrapping his cloak around her shoulders. Once the mission had been completed, Nasra had gone back to his room and changed back into his armour and robes.

"You Jedi are so stingy. Whatever happened to the young man I picked up at the bar?" She pouted as she closed the cloak around her body, raising an elegant brow at the Jedi before her.

"We left him there, I'm afraid." He chuckled. The cloak was far too large for the woman before him. As it was, she only came to his chin.

"Such a shame. Ah well, I suppose I'd better get back to headquarters. Tell Galen that his wife wants to know what comes from the arrest!" The Zeltron sighed, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. She shrugged off the cloak and handed it back to the Jedi as she began walking away.

Nasra sighed at the retreating form of the SIS agent he'd been assigned for the mission. Just as she walked around a far corner, the door to the interrogation opened with an audible whoosh as Galen stepped out.

"Your wife just left." Nasra pointed down the corridor. The darkly skinned man just shrugged as he sat on a chair by the far wall. Nasra joined him as he slipped his cloak back on.

"We've had a major security breach." The agent sighed, rubbing a hand over his short hair absently. "Vistis had a copy of the data files, but he says the Guild had already decrypted them and sent them on to their clients – the Black Suns."

Nasra nodded his head as he leant forward, letting the agent take his time in explaining.

"He even gave up the stolen military hardware. I've got another agent – Krenn, working on finding out what was in the files as we speak, but that's the least of it. While you were gone, kidnappers grabbed Doctor Tarnis."

Nasra sat up, frowning, "That should be impossible. We've had surveillance on him since we arrived! There were guards for his apartment and his person at all times!" Nasra exclaimed.

"Guards never stood a chance. Kidnappers knew where they were and eliminated them all. From what post-mortem has been carried out so far, they all seem to have been hit with a high electrical pulse weapon. We're still trying to determine which weapons on the market can deliver that kind of kill." Galen paused for a moment as he leant back in the chair he was in. He looked exhausted. "Kira led a security team in pursuit, but the kidnappers split up during the chase." He paused a moment as the communicator at his belt began to beep. "Hang on, I need to answer this…"

The communicator displayed Kira's image duck under a blaster bolt as her figure sprung to life. Her face was contorted into an expression of grim determination, "Agent Galen! I've got these creeps pinned down – but they won't surrender! Not sure how long we can hold them from escaping!" She said as the communicator lost its signal on her end.

Nasra was on his feet before the agent could say anything. The young Jedi turned to look at him, "Where did that signal come from?"

"The local spaceport. Go, she doesn't have much time!" Galen ordered

Nasra was already halfway down the corridor, sprinting as fast as he could. As he sped around a corner, he pulled his communicator from his belt. "Teeseven, I need you to shut down the spaceport! Do it now, Kira's in trouble!"