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Luke nodded sagely while Phaelon told him what she'd realized and smiled sadly when she finished. "I understand and shall take your decision to the Council," he told her. "In the meantime, I have a mission for you."
She frowned at the datacard he handed her. "But, Master - "
"Don't worry about your students," he assured her. "Master Horn has agreed to teach their last two lessons." – He smiled. – "As he put it: You owe him."
As she left the room, she inserted the card into her datapad and looked over the information:
Carth and Cammi Freelancer are due with a shipment of slaves on Naboo. Two Jedi will gather information and bring them down if possible.
Undercover work was always interesting, and these two were the most feared slavers in the galaxy. She smiled and headed for her room to hunt up a disguise.
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The vibrant, swirling colors of hyperspace danced around them as Phaelon walked back into the cockpit of the heavily modified light-freighter.
"Well?" she asked, "What do you think?" Instead of her normal Jedi robes, she was clad in an abbreviated and skintight flightsuit and every inch of skin that showed was covered in swirling dark-blue tribal tattoos.
Jedi Knight Zak Arranda, wearing appropriately greasy mechanic's coveralls, looked up from the controls and smiled. "Nice. A smuggler if I've ever seen one."
With a sigh, she carefully lowered herself into the co-pilot's chair. "How is it that I always end up in the gratuitous outfits?"
"Because you look better in them than I would," Zak suggested without missing a beat.
As they laughed, a chime sounded, warning them of their imminent arrival into realspace. When the stars had reverted into their normal little pinpricks of light, Naboo was a brilliant green and blue ball hanging before them.
Naboo had declined steadily with the rise of the Emperor and had never recovered. Still vastly better than some planets, Naboo had been the homeworld of the Emperor and he cast a blind eye on the villainy that had taken root there. It didn't take much to get clearance and land in the spaceport, and the customs were equally as lax.
"Identification," grunted the guard, holding out a hand.
Zak handed him their fake ids, and he glared at them for a moment.
"Purpose for travel?" he demanded.
Phaelon sidled up to him, lightly laying a hand on his upper arm. "A little business, a little pleasure – you understand."
He nodded shortly, and she could feel the lewdness in his thoughts and tried not to let her disgust show as she read his memories.
"Business first, Kira," Zak interrupted right on cue, using her false name as he grabbed her arm, "You'll have time for that later."
Disappointed, the guard thrust the ids back towards Zak and waved them hastily through the barrier. Out in the street, Phaelon shuddered. "That was disgusting."
"But did you read anything off him?" Zak asked with an amused smile.
She shook her head. "Nothing of any use."
"I got another idea," said Zak, giving her a mischievous smirk.
Phaelon shook her head vehemently. "Oh no you don't. Remember what happened last time? I had to shake my butt to get you out of trouble, and I'm not doing that again."
"Where's your sense of adventure?" he asked teasingly and led the way down the street.
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