Tahiri, dressed in her 'man skin' and a simple day outfit that was pretty much standard mens wear through out the galaxy, walked into the exclusive semi-private lounge area up in the first class passenger areas. The room it self was larger then most of the cabins in the first class area, which was saying a lot considering how small and cramped Rat and hers felt most of the time. The design of the liner was such that this was the top deck and it had a panoramic view while in normal space. While they were in dark space, of course, the view ports were covered and view screens were use to show a variety of space and landscapes depending on the mood of the patrons in the lounge at that time. Right now, those screens were blank since she and the 3PO unit assigned to escort her to the booth that was reserved for her meeting were the only two in the room now.

'Would it be possible to see the Sanctuary Moon of Endor, one of the Ewok villages?" Tahiri said in her rough and ready male voice that was electronically altered.

"One moment please sir and I see if we have that on file." The droid assumed a stiff position and his head was cocked to one side as if he was trying to hear distant noise. Tahiri had seen Squeaky and C-3PO assume when they were accessing a central computer network. Since her merging Tahiri had equated that with the look of concentration that most human assume when reading computer screens, just one more example on how some droids were more alive then many believed. "Yes sir, we have a space view as well a view of a village."

"May I please see the village view?"

"Certainly sir," and with that the entire panel assembly shown a different section of a vast Ewok village high above the ground. Tahiri did a slow spin, soaking in the sight of a civilization and nature co-existing as partners; she could almost feel the wind against her checks and the smell of the fires entering her nose. She had never been to Endor, which was a shame, Luke, Leia and Han all spoke of it in wistful way. She made a mental note that one day soon she just had to visit the planet even if only for a short time. She wasn't sure how Rat and Little Brother would like it but she was sure she could talk them into it, even if it would take a hydro-spanner up side their collected heads.

"Thank you very much," she said as they continued across the empty room.

"No need to thank me sir, after all I am programmed to assure that every need that could possible be asked be filled in an efficient and timely manner." The droid said stiffly as if it was something he was required to say.

"Every being, whether flesh and blood or metal and lubrication, has to know that the work they do is needed and appreciated by someone. That is why I say thank you, to let you know that I needed to see that and your work is very much appreciated."

The droid jerk a couple of times while walking, it seemed to be surprise. Once she found her table the droid hurried away to get her a refreshment and returned in record time too. Tahiri sat back enjoying the view and the drink and do the hardest task for her to accomplish, to wait.

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Ratnena looked up and down the length of corridor in the first class berths, the passage way was more empty then most other parts of the ship for a couple reason. The biggest was there were fewer people on this level, the cost of first class pretty much cut out ¾ of the Galactic Alliance population and those that could afforded usually could afford private transportation. The only reason they took public transportation like this was to flaunt their wealth and be spoiled, to be treated like royalty, that they felt that their money should automatically grant them this statues. The other reason was in a few hours they would be making planet fall at Hershel, a small port to be sure but it was supposed to have some of the finest food, shopping and entertainment this side of the Colonies. It was a popular stop over for many of the cruise lines in this sector of the galaxy. Most everyone not departing at this port was in their cabin getting ready for a few hours of fun planet side.

Ratnena placed one of the illegal lock picks against the door access panel letting it do its thing. She knew she had an hour at most before he would return to his cabin and she had past Fusty in the hallway not more then 3 minutes ago. It was unexpected, he was supposed to be already up on the top deck with Tahiri but he didn't notice her.

Tahiri and Ratnena had gotten up very early this morning to work one her disguise since she refused to wear a skin. They gave her hair a silver bluish color, added many wrinkles to her face, neck, hands and other areas that would be exposed by her clothes. The wrinkles were what took so long, molding the actor's clay was a long process as was the blue tint to represent veins. In short they transformed the young and (if she did say so her self) beautiful woman into an old hag that looked like she was still trying to act as if she was in her in her late teen years. The clothes that were hopelessly out of date just added to the visual effect. Never the less the make up worked, when she ran into Fusty the old leach never recognized her. His face suggested that he rather walk around Tatooine in the buff then spend one more second looking at her.

When the door pinged and opened, she put the first device away and pulled out a small scanner, good no recorders in operation. That had been the Vong's biggest fear that he would have some device to warn him when someone entered while he was gone or it would record Ratnena's activities. Since there were no such devices, she could move on to step three but she did leave the scanner on just in case. She went over to the desk, which was in the area Tahiri had suggested was were he was storing the living computer, and began to quickly but neatly ransacking his desk.

One hour and fifteen minutes later Ratnena had finished erasing her presence in the stateroom. That meant putting everything back just like she found it. Lucky the meeting was running longer then expected since Tahiri never gave her the signal that they were done, underneath her skin was a wrist communicator which she could push on to alert Ratnena. The only draw back was that they couldn't talk to each other but that was ok they weren't supposed to. The reason it too longer then they had planned was the vast amount of information that was stored in the living computer. She didn't take the time to read any of it just downloaded it as fast as the pad would allow.

Walking out of the corridor and into the lift was a simple as pie; many of the more affluent people were already starting to wonder the hallway in anticipation of dropping out of warp.

Once she got back to her cabin, and found no sign of Tahiri, she hopped into the refresher to get rid of the entire make up and let the evidence wash down the drain. She then did what she had regretted more then anything else on the mission. Tahiri had stolen a special pouch that was, of course, alive and flesh colored. It was just big enough to hold the five data chips of information that she had stolen from not only that living computer but also 2 data pads and 6 chips she had also found hidden with the living computer. She and Piggy were able to design chips with enough storage for the trip but even five was more then they had dreamed of needing. Any more information and she would have to start going thru it right then and there to make sure she got the right stuff. After letting the animal settle against her stomach she got dress and sat back on the bed wondering if Tahiri and she could risk a small trip planet side, they had accomplished their mission it was time for ale or six.

At two hours and thirty-six minutes since she entered Fusty's cabin and no sign of Tahiri she began to get worried, a meeting running a few minutes late was understandable but not an hour and half. Mr. Fusty had as much to lose as they did being seen in secret meeting, and they were only in the 'feel' stage not doing full-blown negotiations. When the liner dropped out of hyperspace at 2:56 Ratnena gather up anything that may identify them and strapped her hold out blaster to her left wrist and a couple of blades to her legs. The kid must be in trouble she wouldn't leave me hanging like this without a good reason. Ratnena thought as she headed out of the cabin and towards the lift that would allow her access to Deck 6, the first class deck. The lift that serviced Deck One was a independent lift with only two access points, that deck and Deck Six. Even the Captain had to go to Deck 6 to gain access to the private lounge. She wished that she had memorized the damn specification to this ship, there had to be emergency stairwell somewhere that led to Deck 1 but she didn't know where it was and didn't want to waste time looking for it.

When she got to the private lift, she identify herself and the reason for the visit to an impersonal wall speaker. When the doors opened allowing her access into the lift, her nerves didn't settle much, just because she was granted permission didn't mean it would be all happy-happy joy-joy when she got there. Schooling her features to one of a woman on her honeymoon looking for her husband, she prepared her self for anything. On the other hand, she thought as the doors open and she saw two very large blasters staring her in the face.

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Lt. Jillian, a slightly taller and heavier then normal human female, watched as the two ship security officers stripped the woman of her weapons. The 21-year-old dark skin woman disliked trusting such operations to anyone but someone she trusted with her life but she was the only GA Intelligent officer on board at this time and she had to rely on any help she could get. Shalla Jillian original assignment was to keep a close eye on Mr. Fusty, a long suspected Peace Brigade sympathizer, as he made his long voyage on the Hollow Nebula. For the most part, it had been a long boring voyage, the only time she was sure something was going to happened was at Ruun. A known Peace Brigade member was spotted boarding the ship but he managed to give her the slip. She didn't locate the spy again until he departed shortly before they left port. That blemish on her nearly perfect record still ate at her, she was better then that, he mother and aunt had been teaching her everything they knew since she could walk. Nevertheless, she reported to the Captain and her superiors what happened and what she thought may have happened due to the facts of what she had found.

She settled in to a routine of observing her target until two days ago when the captain had informed her that Mr. Fusty, himself, reported being approached by two suspected Peace Brigade members looking for his support. She didn't believe the report, figuring he was blowing smoke to cover his own activities, but she would check them out if for no other reason to prove that she did so if it ever went to court she could have proof of his attempts to sacrifice other to protect himself. Moreover, if she played her cards right she could always approach the man and woman later and get their help in snagging the necessary evidence against Mr. Fusty that even her superiors could not dismiss as a 'flight of fancy' as they had on other occasions with him.

That was until she did a scan on the pair. The woman was as human as she was and like her, she had an athletic build to her and looked vaguely familiar to her. The man was a different story; he was wearing an ooglith-cloaker, the living disguise that was usually exclusively used by the Yuuzhan Vong warriors since many non-Vong experiences sever discomfort wearing them. As was the amphistaff that he had around his waist, few non-Vong could control them well enough to trust their lives using them when a blaster was available. The life form reading is what decided things for her, the reading would fluctuated between human and Yuuzhan Vong, how such a thing was possible she didn't know. Even that Jedi, who was now dead as her aunt, was the only known case of Yuuzhan Vong Shaping on humans and she was still consider by many to be fully human.

She went to the captain and laid out everything for him. With his assistance, she went to Mr. Fusty to get his help in setting a trap and the captain sent out a request for back up at the first course correction they had. They had set the trap and the prey walked blindly into it. Now she just had to wait for back up to arrive from the near by frigate, who was sent to help, and she could erase that blemish from her spotless record.

"So you really married to that thing?" Shalla asked curious since the Yuuzhan Vong don't normally pair warriors with non-Vong, especially setting up this elaborate of a scheme.

"Well duh, this is our honeymoon," the woman said playing her part to the hilt. Again, Shalla had the feeling she knew this woman but she couldn't pin down where. "Honey what is going on?"

The guards and her escorted the woman over to a table next to her 'husband's' table, putting her between Mr. Fusty and the other spy.

"I have no idea why but they seem to think we are a bunch of Vong spies." The man said giving Shalla a hard stare.

"Quiet, speak only when spoken to," one of the guards said.

"I was spoken to; my wife was asking me a question." The man said letting his voice cool.

"Am I free to go now?" Mr. Fusty said getting up from his table.

"You will be free to go after we have a nice little talk, so please make yourself comfortable, since we can't start until someone with high authority arrives." Shalla answered motioning for him to return to his seat. As he did he shot a look of hate at the male spy, who ignored it and finished of his drink.

"Another drink please," he said motioning to the droid hovering near by.

"Certainly sir."

"No," Shalla said looking at the droid with a hard stare, "for the last time the bar is closed."

"Of course ma'am, as per your request," the droid said walking over to the bar and began mixing the spy a new drink, "however he was enjoying a non-alcoholic drink …"

"You know I am thirsty too, can you make me one also," the woman spy said.

"No!" Shalla said loudly causing the droid to jerk and spill the first of two glasses he was mixing, "this is not a High Day celebration. No more drinks!"

"Well, that is being pretty darn rude," the woman said in a huff.

"Really, since you are holding us here against our will …"

"And causing me to miss some pretty spectaculars sales too."

"Oh please, haven't you spent enough of my money …"

"Your money? Excuse me but it is our money now …'

"Fine I don't want to lose all our money …"

"Quiet you two," Shalla said.

"It is our honeymoon, a once in a life time trip we are supposed to have fun and spend money…"

"The way you are spending money it will be the only trip of lifetime."

"I said to be quiet."

"Oh really and what about all that money you wasted on that hunk of junk …"

"That hunk of junk is paying for this trip, sweetheart!"

"I said be quiet!"

"Sure you can dump ship loads of money down that black hole you call a ship but I buy a few items to help us remember this special trip and you act like it is the end of the world."

"Shoe shopping is not what I would call a memento of our honeymoon …"

"I SAID TO SHUT UP!" Shalla said slamming her rife butt in to the nearby table causing the droid, Mr. Fusty and the other five guards to jump. The two spies, on the other hand, didn't even twitch an eyebrow. They just turned away from each other and gave her a look one normally reserves when discussing the mating habits of the Hutts.

"You know you could just ask nicely instead of getting all huffy." The woman said crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat.

"Give some people a badge …," the man said imitating his wife.

Shalla turned away from the pair, wishing someone else would get here and take these two off her hands. Dealing with the male spy for the past two hours waiting for his wife to surface had been taxing enough; the two of them together was more like babysitting.

"Ma'am, the captain just reported a shuttle from the frigate Sons of Freedom has docked at hatch A-09, they will be here in a few minutes."