Sorry I haven't updated in a whole week! Wow!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing at all. Ok, I lie.

Thank you Cassie and Lexi! You are now members of Maskers Club! *ballons fall from...everywhere*
*blink*
And Ana (Sorry!) I'm gonna have a deeper history on you so... you aren't there yet.

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Bespin: Private Hotel Room
Ana Swift lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. Her pale green, chin length hair was spread across her pillow and her dark and light blue eye stared. Boredom did that to people. The last three smuggling missions were successful and yet, horribly easy. She sighed. Oh, What to do? She could raid some ships... not satisfying. Smuggle some spice across the system...too simple. She could hijack a ship and lead the owner on a wild chase across the galaxy...that could be fun. There was a tap on her door. Ana pulled herself up slowly and sulked across the room to answer. A delivery droid stood at the doorway. "Miss Keriana?" It said, its shiny yellow eyes flickering. If droids could think it might have been taken aback. Her hair stuck up in many directions and her clothes were wrinkled and stained. An odd state to find someone in the 'upper class' in a respected hotel and in the middle of the day. Ana scolded. She hated that name. It was the name of her past. "Yes." She growled. "Message." It said quickly. It handed her a small holo case. Ava watched until its silver body had disappeared down the hallway before she returned to the room. She sat on her bed staring at the little white box. It could be a painful reminder of what was, what had been. Some one could have found out who she was, who she really was. She turned the box over in her hands and traced the little mask engraved into the side. She was a risk taker, a smuggler. Wasn't she supposed to be accustom to this by now? Ava cautiously pressed the miniature mask and the message sprang open. Her eyes scanned the message and a smile appeared on her pale face. This could be something. Maybe a little long termed, but still something. Preparations ran through her excited mind. No matter where she was she'd have to monitor her online store and fill any orders. The 'samples' concealed in the hidden compartment in her suitcase would have to come as well. The rest could easily be taken care of. Ava's smile grew. She could finally leave her haunting past behind. Hopefully.
Corellia: Maskers Club

Jarik sat leaning back in his chair with his feet on his desk and his silver eyes closed. What a day of doing everything and ending up doing nothing at all. Marian had told him to look up more candidates and welcome the new arrivals. No 'new arrivals' had come today and he hadn't found anyone to fit the criteria. Another average day at Maskers Club, so much to do and no ability to do it. Jarik sighed and leaned back further. Suddenly an unseen force, coming from under the chair, pushed up his legs. With a surprised yelp he tipped over and flew across the floor with great force. He would have probably hit his head against the wall if he hadn't hit it against the bed first. Jarik moaned, rubbed his head, and looked around to accuse and punish the criminal. And there sat Silver, eyes shining mockingly and an evil smile spread across his face. Jarik scolded, "Hey! You're supposed to be on my side!" Silver lay down, put his head on his paws, and looked pitiful. But a mocking gleam still shown in his golden eyes. Jarik sighed and rose painfully to his feet. "Ok, what did you want?" Silver stood, still smiling, and walked out into the corridors. Jarik stumbled along after him.

They eventually reached Marian's office where Slayte and two others sat on the big black desk chatting away. Jarik, seeing this, almost fell flat on his face. Slayte turned her head slightly and gave him a mock bow. "And here is the master-of-staying-in-his-room-and-not-doing-his-job-of-meeting-the-new-arrivels." Jarik started stuttering but finally shook his head. He would never understand why she enjoyed making a fool of him, making him hurt himself, act stupid, and feel as if it was his fault. Another weird and unexplainable thing about girls. He sighed. "I'm Jarik, I'm 17, I'm a hacker, and a 'partner to Slayte. And this," He nodded to Silver who had already curled up under the desk, "is Silver, and he enjoys making fun of me." Silver gave a growl of agreement and promptly went to sleep under the desk. The bright blue Twi'lek spoke first. " Lexi Ohn, 16," Her deep blackish purple eyes flashed, "Bounty Hunter." Jarik nodded wondering why in the universe he'd gotten himself into this mess.
He attention turned to the black eyed, black hair girl. She was about to speak with her black close-fitting jumpsuit suddenly changed to a dark purple. Jarik blinked. Thunder rolled loudly outside. "It changes with the lightning conditions," She muttered unconcerned. "Cassie, Age: what does it matter, smuggler, Ship: Battlesky." Thunder again rumbled outside. Silver stood cautiously and patted over to the door. "Well, then I guess-" Lexi stood and drew her concealed blaster from her left side. "Someone is in the hallways." Jarik looked at her oddly but never less reached for his own weapon. He had left it in his room. Jarik cursed and walked to the door. "What are you doing?!" Hissed Cassie. "Something stupid." Slayte shrugged. "Like always." Jarik opened the door and quietly looked around. Silver growled. Jarik stepped out into the hall. There was no where to hide, not here. He checked the corridor. He frowned. "No one is here." Lexi nodded and quickly searched the maze. She came back moments later. "No one is here now, but they were a minute ago." Jarik turned and started to the security cams. "Don't bother, I found this on the wall." She held up a tiny bug. Cassie took it and whistled. "I've seen one of these before. They block all Network and holo net activity until removed." She turned the devise over in her hand. "They cost millions and are supposed to-" The bug suddenly turned red and disintegrated. "-self dispose." "So they can't be used again?" Slayte mused. Cassie shook her head. "So they can't be tracked."
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Thankyou! Thankyou! Ok... Um, I need outfits if you haven't given me one already...yeh...ok...um...If you're reading this for the first time please give me a person! Yes...poor Jarik being the only boy, oh well he'll just have to suffer! ok, thanks please reveiw!

MB