Jaina wasted no time in landing the Alpha in the docking bay they had been assigned to by the Ansioni. As they made their way down the ramp, they were greeted by a tall human female, clad in a dark blue tunic and plain black pants. She had short cropped blonde hair and brown eyes. "Master Durron, Jedi Solo," she greeted them. "I am Intará Kai, aid to Prime Minister Ruvik," she introduced herself. "The Prime Minister has asked me to act as your guide for the duration of your stay here on Ansion." Kyp shook her hand.

"Thank you Ms. Kai."

"You may call me Intará," she instructed him. Kyp nodded as Jaina rolled her eyes.

"Thank you Intará," Jaina returned, keeping the sarcasm out of her voice, as she shook the other woman's hand.

"If you will follow me, the Prime Minister has provided a speeder. I will take you to your hotel." Kyp and Jaina both nodded as they followed Intará out of the bay into the spaceport. The spaceport was bustling with spacers of all descriptions milling about. Intará guided them through the port to a waiting speeder. The speeder was thankfully nondescript and roomy enough to fit the three of them comfortably. Intará pointed to the driver's seat. "Master Durron," she said, raising her brow. "It would be best if you drive," she told them. Jaina gave a small huff, which Kyp chose to ignore as they loaded into the speeder, Kyp driving. Kyp drove the speeder out into the capital of Chéfas as Intará directed him. As he drove through the busy streets, Intará pointed out several areas of interest along their route. The city itself was brightly lit with people of all descriptions moving about. Color signs covered many of the buildings. Many of the places they passed were hotels, restaurants, some type of entertainment complex, or cantina. The ones along the main routes looked decent enough, some very fine actually, but those farther off the main began to looked seeder, more depilated. Even the people began to look more disreputable. Kyp noted Jaina's apprehension as she took in their surroundings.

"How much farther," Kyp asked Intará.

"It's not very far," she assured them. After traveling a few blocks father, she indicated a lot in front of an Ansioni Security building and Kyp pulled the speeder in it.

"Why did we stop," Kyp asked hotly.

"Because there are some things I must explain to you and Jedi Solo and the spaceport was not the safest place," she told them. Kyp nodded.

"What do you needed to tell us," he asked.

"First, for your safety, your identity as Negotiators is being kept as classified. The fewer people who know why you're here, the better. Security is in place at your hotel, seven blocks from here, but no one from the hotel knows why you are here."

"Makes sense," Kyp agreed. "And I take it we don't have a reservation either."

"No," Intará confirmed. "Too many questions when the Prime Minister's office calls. For all any one else knows, you're simply here on vacation."

"Some vacation," Jaina muttered under her breath as she gave a sniff. Intará smiled at her.

"Ansion is not so bad, Jedi Solo. As I hope you will come to find. As far as accommodations… they could be better, but our Security Advisor insists that this place is the best option."

"Quiet, out of the way… not exactly where you'd expect diplomats to stay," Kyp surmised.

"Precisely," Intará agreed. She reached into her pockets and handed Kyp a data card. "Your first meeting with Prime Minister Ruvik is in three hours. This data card will give you the location and directions. It also has the comm codes for myself, the Prime Minister, Clan Leader Lordyn, and the head of security, Capt. Stonagn. If you require anything, let one of us know." She handed the data card to Kyp, keeping her hand over his for longer than Jaina was comfortable with. She glared at Intará. "It was a pleasure meeting you Master Durron," she said with a coy smile. "Jedi Solo," she turned to Jaina and offered her hand. Jaina took it with a polite look on her face, but Kyp could tell that Jaina did not like Intará. At all.

"Thank you Intará," she intoned. The Ansioni woman bid them farewell as she exited the speeder and walked over to an official looking speeder with the Ansioni crest across it and a driver waiting for her. Intará got into the passenger seat and the driver accelerated out into the traffic lanes.

"Nice girl," Kyp remarked.

"Yeah, if you happen to like Hutts," Jaina murmured. Kyp laughed as he pulled the speeder out of the lot and towards the hotel. The traveled the remaining blocks in silence until they came to the shabby looking building that the data card had indicated. The Aurabesh sign in front confirmed they had reached the correct destination. "Wonderful place," Jaina said. "I love it already." Kyp gave her a pointed glance.

"Let's go, goddess," Kyp instructed as he grabbed his travel bag. Jaina grabbed her own things and they headed into the hotel. They found the lobby and furniture colored a putrid shade of green. They were surrounded by cheap statuary and paintings, overstuffed chairs and couches that had seen better days and a large round puff-like couch. The floor may have been polished, but Jaina could see small cracks and chips in the duracrete. A tall, blue skinned Duros was at the front desk, entering in information and reading the screen in front of him. Kyp looked to Jaina and shrugged, approaching the desk.

"Hello," the Duros greeted them as he looked up from his work. "How may I…" The Duros' red eyes flashed. "Master Durron," he exclaimed, recognizing Kyp, then the Duros looked at Jaina. "Jedi Solo! What a wonderful surprise. What brings you to Ansion?"

"We taking a short vacation," Kyp explained, looking away from the desk, into the lobby. "And we need a room," Jaina nudged him hard in the ribs, and he turned his attention back to the desk. "Separate rooms," he corrected himself and shook his head as he realized his mistake. "I'm sorry, I believe I see an old acquaintance. Can you check us in, Jaina?" She gave a slight frown but nodded. Kyp walked over the a very pretty dark skinned human woman who had just entered the lobby and was seated in one of the chairs, looking bored. Jaina gave sniff and turned back to the Duros.

"I'm afraid the only room we have available is the Honeymoon Suite, Jedi Solo," the Duros told her in his most business-like voice. Jaina kept her composure to hid her initial shock.

"That will be fine," she answered calmly. The Duros raised his brow.

"Then may I ask you to please sign our guest register," he asked politely.

"Of course," Jaina answered in a pleasant voice as she took a writing stylus the Duros handed her and signed the register where he indicated. The Duros smiled and took the stylus and register and handed her two code cards that would serve as their keys. Jaina took the cards and grabbed her things as the Duros glanced at the register she had just signed, giving a shrug.

"Enjoy your stay… Mrs. Durron," the Duros called after her as he entered their information in the computer before him.

"Thank you," she called back, paying no attention to what he had said. Kyp was approaching her and Jaina could see the woman he had been speaking to was now gone. "What was that about,"

"Koviri there was a member of our security team," he answered simply. Jaina nodded, trying to keep the blush that was forming on her cheeks at bay. She felt foolish.

"I see."

"You see," Kyp asked, eying her. "Jaina, you weren't jealous were you?"

"Of course not," she snapped and Kyp laughed.

"Sure," Kyp said with a wide grin.

"Say another word, Durron, and I will make you pay," she warned.

"As you wish goddess." By this time their bellhop had met them and was taking their bags.

"Welcome Master Durron, Jedi Solo," the old Mon Calamarian greeted them. "Follow me please." He led them to the guest lift and punched in their floor. "Are you enjoying your stay on Ansion," he asked conversationally.

"We just got here," Kyp replied curtly.

"Ah, well, it has been some time since we've seen a Solo at our humble establishment."

"What!" Jaina sputtered.

"Your parents were guests here many years ago, before you and your brother were born I believe," the Mon Cal told her.

"I did not need to hear that," Jaina muttered.

"Neither did I," Kyp agreed. The turbolift door opened and the Mon Cal led them down the hall.

"Those were better days, of course," the bellhop added with a sigh. "I've worked here thirty years, seen lots of people walk through our doors, and it is just a shame they don't keep up like they used to." He stopped them in front of marked door. "Here we are, the Honeymoon Suite," he took the code card from Jaina and unlocked the door.

The room was decorated in shades of red, pink, and white. A large bed dominated the sleeping area, and a small couch was in the corner. The bellhop deposited their bags on the bed. "Enjoy your stay," he said in a pleasant voice.

"Thank you so much," Jaina replied sweetly as the Mon Cal began to leave. "By the way, if you say a word of this to my family, I will gut you personally," she added in the same tone. The Mon Cal looked over at Jaina, stricken, but he at least remembered to nod his agreement and quickly left the room, shutting their door behind him. Kyp looked at Jaina.

"First, was threatening the bellhop really necessary, and second, Honeymoon Suite? What were you thinking, Jaina?"

"I was thinking this was the only room they had available and Koviri would be so disappointed if we had to tell her we couldn't get a room. As far as the bellhop, how would you like to explain this to my father?"

"I see your point."

"By the way, you can take the couch," she tossed his bag to him.

"Why do I even bother?"

Intará sat at her desk, holding a data pad which she was intently reading. She heard a chime from her door. She allowed the person on the other side entrance. A man entered, dressed in a plain green tunic and black pants. He had very short brown hair and eyes. "I see you kept your appointment," Intará remarked dispassionately at the man before her.

"Your droid admitted me with no problem," the man answered.

"Good."

"Are the Jedi set?" he asked.

"I have confirmation from Master Durron himself. They're at the hotel and talks are to proceed as planned. Are you set?"

"Of course, Intará. I only need your signal when to strike."

"Very good, Mr. Nye." She gave the man a serious look. "Let me make this clear to you. The Jedi must die. That has to look like an attempt by the clans to destroy the negotiations. Are we clear? This absolutely cannot lead back to you or to me."

"They don't know about Fren, do they?"

"This had better be done right, Nye."

"That's why you hired me, isn't it? I'm the best. Solo and Durron won't see it coming."

"Don't forget who you're dealing with, Nye. Do not make the mistake of underestimating them. This must go as planned."

"It will, Intará. You'll have your dead Jedi and the Prime Minister will have no choice but to end the talks and strike at the clans. The fact that the Negotiators are Jedi will only ensure that the Council backs the Prime Minister. They won't tolerate the deaths of two of their Jedi, much less war heroes like Solo and Durron."

"I am staking a lot on you, Nye. Get it done, and we will destroy the clans."

"That's the plan."

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