Chapter 3

"Jaina will you come out!" Jag once again yelled at the fresher door.

"No!"

"Jaina please! We have to go in a few minutes!"

"There is no way in any of the 9 Corellian Hells I'm going out looking like this!"

"Well, what do you look like!"

"This." As if defeated, Jaina walked out of the fresher wearing a pair of, dark brown, low sling, formfitting pants, and a pink, scarf like
halter top, that showed more then it covered."

"Wow." Jag choked, his voice catching in his throat, stopping him from
saying more.

"'Wow?' That's all you can say? Wow?"

"Yea, Wow," Jag said, still dumbfounded.

"Why did Iella have to put Wes in charge of getting the clothes? I am gonna kill him when we get back! Or better yet I'll show dad what Wes has got his little girl wearing."

"Oh don't get to tough on him," he began, clearing his throat and finding his voice, "I don't think his fashion choices are all bad."

She just glared at him, and mumbled under her breath, "Yea, you wouldn't you nerf-herder."

"So how come you get to wear real clothes?" She complained when she caught a look at him.

Jag was clad in black pants, a grey Muscle shirt, and a black jacket.

"Because my dear, I will not be the one who has to distract the guy." He said with his eyes raking her body up and down.

"So what exactly are you going to be doing while I'm "distracting" the guy?"

She asked putting her hands on her hips.

"I, my dear," he said pulling her to him, and running his hand up and down her back," will be trying to get us the information we need."

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Ferion said from the doorframe.

"No, of course not." Jaina said backing away from Jag, and crossing her arms over her chest.

Ferion smiled and offered his hand to Jaina, "Are you ready to go?"

"Of course." Jag smiled back and offered Jaina his arm, which she accepted and walked out the door. Ferion lead them to a small parking garage were they got into a speeder. After Ferion took off Jag asked from the back seat, "So were are we going?"

Ferion looked back slightly, "One of Corellia's hottest night clubs, the Rabun Crystal."

They arrived at a large building surrounded by people. They parked the
speeder a few blocks away and walked to the building and stood on the other side of the street.

"There he is." Ferion said pointing to a tall man with curly dark drown
hair. "Let's go."

After arguing with the door guard and slipping him a few credit chips they were in. They walked into a large circular room with flashing lights. On the second story balcony they could see the tall man sit down on what seemed like a throne. "Do you see up there?" Ferion asked pointing up to the balcony. "That's where the main peace brigade guys hang out. Before we go up there, I'm in with the 2nd in command, but his assistant doesn't trust me and he's told his boss about his suspicions so I can't get any information outta him. So tonight I'm going to introduce you and hopefully you'll earn his trust. He's an alcoholic so he's drunk a lot. But his assistant is a conniving little snitch who'll do anything to get ahead in life, so watch out for him." He looked around once, "All right lets go."

They got as far as half way up the stair until someone stopped them.
"Ferion! Where do you think your going?" Asked an annoying little voice
from behind them. As Jaina turned around she saw a short pale little man with bright blond hair slicked back over his head, and beady little eyes that seem to bore into her.

"Ah Aion. So nice to see you again." He said with malice. "Brin, Cal I
would like you to meet Aion Lestnoe. Aion, Cal and Brin Vestre." Jag and Jaina tipped their heads slightly however the he just narrowed his eyed as if trying to figure out a puzzle.

"And were are you taking them?" He asked in a cold voice.

"To see Gallian."

"He does not wish to see anyone."

"He'll want to see me." And with that Ferion turned around and led Jag and Jaina up the rest of the stairs.

"Ferion! Ferion my boy, we haven't seen you around lately. Where have you been?" When his eyes fell on Jaina he stopped and offered his hand to her, which she took smiling. "Well hello my dear, and what's your name?"

"Brin." She answered simply sitting down next to him.

"Well hello Brin, I'm Gallian Lark. It's nice to meet you. Who's your
friend?" He asked looking over at Jag.

"He's Cal." She answered in a characteristic helpless female voice.

"Ferion why didn't you tell me you had such nice friends?"

"I thought that you should meet them instead of me just telling you."

"Ah no matter. Come, a round of whisky on me!"

Several hours and drinks later a very drunk Gallian escorted them to their hover car. "It was nice meeting you. I hope to see you again soon." He said helping Jaina in.

"I'm sure you will. Thank you for the drinks," Jaina called as she shut the door. Jag and Ferion shook his hand and climbed into the speeder. After they took off Aion came up behind him.

"I don't trust them." He stated simply

"You don't trust anyone"

"Still I don't trust them."

"They have done nothing for you not to trust them."

"They have done nothing to make me trust them."

"Well I don't care if you trust them I'm your superior officer and you'll do as I say." With that he turned around and headed back to the nightclub.

Corellian Space Port
The Millennium Falcon made a graceful landing at docking bay 32G and four passengers walked out.

"Does that ship over there look familiar to any of you guys?" Han asked
pointing across the docking bay.

"It kind of looks like that one Iella used to use on missions. But I'm sure there are hundreds of them around the galaxy." Mara said walking down the ramp.

"Would you two stop talking about ships and lock her up. I for one could use a shower and a nice worm bed." Leia said walking over to Han and Mara.

"Coming your worship."

45 minutes later they pulled up to a large building on the Corellian Crystal Beach.
End Chapter 3